This Group of Players Are All Slimes

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The bishops began to discuss enthusiastically, and planned the list, ready to choose the right candidate.

For them, it is also an honor to be able to make the people they recommend to be brave.

Looking at the bishop who knew nothing about the truth of the world, King Roland was both sad and gratified.

Being able to die without knowing it is not a kind of happiness.

According to the will of the gods, the bishops present will die as much as half, and these vivid faces are likely to die in the war, which made him feel a sorrow from the heart.

But he could not say anything.

The monitoring of the gods is ubiquitous. Once they say it, they can immediately detect it and begin to slaughter further.

Appreciating their tangled pain is also one of their joys.

After three days of discussion, a list came out.

Galloping on the battlefield, the general who has returned from all battles.

Swordsmanship is superb, the invincible swordsman.

A mysterious assassin who comes and goes without a trace.

…

These people are all around the age of twenty, and each is a figure who has reached the pinnacle in the corresponding field. Even if they cannot become a brave man, they can also become a powerful partner of the brave man.

Seeing the list selected by the bishops, King Roland weighed it up, feeling that the list was very heavy, and he was almost too heavy to hold it.

Knowing the truth about brave men, he knew that almost everyone on the list would die, and in the end only one brave man would survive.

They will become the resources of the brave's power, the driving force for the brave to defeat the devil, and even the scars that can never be erased in the heart of the brave.

Each period of the war between the devil and the brave has its own specific meaning.

Perhaps it is an outbreak of irreconcilable contradictions between humans and demons.

It may also be the expectation that the gods and demons will fight against each other.

But now this war is very simple, nothing more than a little gift from the gods to the demon gods, and nothing more than the distribution of benefits within the gods.

Divide the seven demigods created by the Demon King, and leak one of them to the Demon God, so that they can settle down a little bit. This is the meaning of this war.

As humans and demons, they are nothing but a bargaining chip to complete their dirty deal. As for how much they will die, they don't care at all.

"That's it." Pushing the list, King Roland didn't want to look at the **** names on it, "Give them the identity of the brave alternate, and let them start preparing. All countries unconditionally obey their orders, and the Roland Church will give them enough. Support. The Paladin can also be called."

"Understood, Lord Law Lord."

"Is there anything else? If not, I'm going to prepare for divine art."

"No more."

"Well, then... praise the gods."

"Praise the gods."

After everyone left, King Roland sat on his seat helplessly, covering his head, looking painfully at the list in front of him, and the rules of bravery given by the gods.

If he could, he really wanted to throw away this sacred light, but he knew that it would attract crazy revenge from the gods.

Just as he was struggling with pain, the door of the meeting room was kicked to pieces, carrying a bucket full of milk, and he rushed in with a strong man who looked like a farmer more than a priest.

He shook off the guards who intercepted him, dropped a bucket of milk in front of King Roland, and then shouted with a loud voice like a big bell: "Father, are you worrying again! Come and drink milk," I just squeezed it out!"

King Roland couldn't help covering his ears, but he could still hear the other party shouting: "What are you doing with your ears? Does your ear hurt? Come here, let me see for you! Which dog is bullying you!"

"It's because of you, Luo Lin."

"You're kidding again!"

"shut up."

"Okay! Close it! I have nothing to say! Are you better!"

"You didn't close it at all!"

"Father, why are you yelling at me! Is there something wrong with me!"

"You didn't do anything wrong, I was wrong! I shouldn't have adopted you in the first place!"

"Father, you're joking again!"

King Roland sighed long.

Why is his adopted son like this?

The other party's face is full of beard, his eyes are fierce, his collar is open, revealing the heart-protecting hair inside.

Moreover, he has a very loud voice, his roar can pierce his eardrums, and he is a character who will be taken away for questioning by the guards just walking on the road.

What's even more incredible is that although the other party doesn't look like he has a brain, he actually has a good brain.

He can read all the classics at a glance, and he can draw inferences from one another, and often refute other priests speechlessly.

Moreover, the level of magic arts is superb, and he plays all kinds of magic arts in a decent way.

He was proficient in all kinds of weapons, and he would go to the square to be a bard if he had nothing to do. If it wasn't for his appearance, he would definitely be a perfect priest.

"So why do you look like this."

"I'm very satisfied with my appearance! Don't you think this is powerful and convincing! By the way, father! I have a question! Why is there no one in my church to worship!"

"Look in the mirror yourself."

After sighing again, French King Roland found that his mood was unintentionally relieved a lot.

Looking at his adopted son, he found that the other party was also looking at him, with triumph in his copper bell-like eyes.

"Oh, thanks, you can change the method next time. You happen to be here, please help me with the ceremony."

"No problem, father!"

"Keep it down!"

"Okay, daddy!"

King Roland picked up the list and looked at it carefully.

He recognizes every name, and these names will be written into the holy scriptures and worshipped as saints.

Roland Church already has twelve books of this kind of holy scripture, and each of them is full of names.

As for the use of such a holy scripture... he doesn't know, he can't let people say their names to fight against the gods, right?

On this list, King Roland saw a very familiar name.

One got his own name.

Looking at Luo Lin next to him, he silently licked his thumb and wiped the name off with his saliva.

After checking again and again, he put the paper away, and then took the holy water out of his pocket.

This bottle of holy water is only a small bottle, but the power contained in it can be called a divine tool.

The refining of holy water is not simple, not only requires a lot of magic materials, but also the most important item, that is, the body of the former King Roland.

As the closest person to the gods, each Lord Roland will passively accept a large amount of divine power transformation, so that their bodies will be miraculous and become the strongest magical material and the raw material of holy water.

Cautiously shaking out a drop of the holy water inside, King Roland dropped this drop of holy water onto the paper, and then prayed silently with Luo Lin.

As he prayed, the laws of the brave from the gods were constantly changing.

It is integrated into the paper along with the holy water, and the paper is consecrated along with each name on it, making it qualified as a candidate for brave.

Although they are only alternate braves, they still have the ability to break through an eighth-level skill, the ability to sanctify their own weapons, the ability to be invincible, and the ability to have a foreboding of danger.

When the total number of brave candidates drops to a certain level, they can have more abilities.

Until the last person is produced, that person is a fully physical brave.

At that time, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can truly understand the despair that the brave needs to bear.

After the ceremony, King Roland let out a sigh of relief.

Turning his head, he was about to let Luo Lin go to rest.

But after seeing the mark on Luo Lin's arm, his expression froze.

The sacred symbol looked like a balance, but in the eyes of King Roland, it looked like a distorted smiling face.

A smiling face that laughed at him overpowering, admiring his inner despair.

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