This Group of Players Are All Slimes

As Allen said, there is no limit to the number of servants summoned in the rules, because there was no such situation before.

Although Allen was a stepping stone in the timeline sixty years later, with arrears in IQ, a man accidentally sent himself to the site of the Great Demon King Lu, and then smoothly rushed to the street.

However, he is much better than the future.

After all, he was born in the Alsace family, a well-known magic family, and a gem at hand could seal the seven layers of magic, and there are a large number of scrolls from ancient times, the family background can be described as a rich mess.

Although I don't know what will happen to him in the future, the current Allen is undoubtedly the best among magicians.

The weak chicken man desperately dealt with the attack of the seven invisible puppets, but just one had overdrawn his full potential, and the seven appearances blocked all his routes and made him continue to lose.

Crazy hits sounded like heavy rain, but the temperature difference between the two sides of the court was visible to the naked eye.

On one side was the magician who was reading the book leisurely, and on the other side was the slime who was beaten up by seven servants. The gap between them was visible to the naked eye.

"Damn it, if it can be completely liberated..." After losing points, the weak chicken man wiped the sweat on his head and said unconsciously.

"It seems you still don't understand." Allen turned a page gracefully, "So, what about this?"

With a wave of his hand, the weak chicken man found that the restraint on his body suddenly disappeared, and the powerful force came back again, giving him a very comfortable feeling.

"Did you help me solve the curse?" the weak chicken man asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, the rules don't say that you can't help the other party to solve the spell, right."

"Yes, but why?"

"Because I like you very much."

The weak chicken man instantly felt a chill, and couldn't help taking a half step back.

Allen continued: "It's not what you mean, although I don't mind. Maybe you didn't even realize that you have a temperament that appeals to succubus."

"What temperament?" the weak chicken man asked expectantly.

"The temperament of waste."

"You scold again!"

Allen laughed happily.

"Well, let's not laugh, but you do have a wasteful temperament. But a better metaphor should be the temperament of the rough stone. Your talents are well hidden, but you never dig it out. Concerns , Hesitation, worry... These things wrap your talents layer by layer, and finally form a thick waste shell. Our succubus likes to polish this shell slowly until the things underneath are exposed."

"I thought the succubus only likes colorful things."

"Almost, to be precise, our succubus prefers spiritual pleasure. The feeling of grinding gems with bare hands is really great. How, are you interested in becoming my disciple. You are very talented in magic and want to be me Polish it up?"

"Can you? It just happens that I'm tired of cooking recently."

"no problem."

"Great, the hidden mission is here! Guys, I abstained, I'm going to play the hidden mission."

The encounter of the weak chicken man made a group of players instantly fall into a state of envy, jealousy and hatred.

What kind of **** luck!

Looking enviously at the weak chicken man being taken away by Alan, a group of players cursed bitterly.

"Curse him for turning chrysanthemums into sunflowers."

"Curse him being bombed by the Star Destroyer every day!"

"Curse him for dropping followers every day!"

"The curse of his video does not have one-click triple connection every day, and next time it will be fixed!"

No matter how they curse, they can't prevent the fact that the weak chicken man is taken away for hidden tasks.

After confirming that the weak chicken is really ready to abstain, the professor can only pick up the microphone: "Hesitate to abstain from the weak chicken, so Allen is promoted. Unfortunately, I did not enjoy a high-quality magician duel. The next game is... …Ma Dan, how did this pair of weird flowers get together? Wolong and Fengchi, please."

There is no response at the entrance of the venue.

The professor tapped the microphone, and then shouted in a louder voice: "Wolong and Phoenix!"

After a long time, Wolong, covered in wounds, crawled in staggeringly.

Lying at the door, the last sentence he uttered before he breathed out was: "Feng Chu abstained, I won."

"What did you do in the player preparation room!" the professor asked inexplicably.

"Nothing." The resurrected Feng Chui sighed, "After all, we are brothers. It's embarrassing to fight each other in the public."

"Then what?"

"Then we did a real shot in the preparation room. My skills are not as good as others, so I can only make Wolong advance."

"Is there a problem with your focus? And two consecutive abstentions, you let the audience who bought the tickets look at it!"

"Then I go up and perform a hammer?"

"Fuck you! You have nothing but promises to play table tennis, and you strike hard with hammers! Do your three views grow on the soles of your feet! Don't look at the following, this is just a metaphor, you know how to cut! Go ahead."

Wiping the sweat from his head, the professor felt that being a commentator and referee was more tired than being on the court.

Picking up the microphone again, the professor said, "Forget it, because Feng Young abstained, Wolong advanced. The next game is Satan Yee from the Demon King Warrior Group against the editor in the slime. Seeing this pair, I have an unknown hunch."

"Let’s introduce the characters first. Satan Leaf is a rising star in the Knights of the Demon King. It is remarkable in terms of intelligence as the teacher takes off his clothes. And the editor is what we think is a combination of meanness, intelligence and A strange player in the brain hole, he is a character who is good at finding loopholes and then conducting game strategies. He was given the nickname North Strip Man Editing...This nickname feels weird. North will not be Kitahara Iori, eh, don’t tell me it’s true. It’s kind of right. Editor, can you put some water in later? Let’s drag it for at least an hour."

"I try my best," the editor said easily.

When Satan Ye came out, the audience was quiet for a moment.

There are many upper-class people in the audience who come to watch the game, so when they see Satan leaves, many people react immediately.

Isn't this the star of Lai Yangyang!

Didn't he die in the previous attack by the Demon King on Roland's Church!

In the face of these noisy discussions, Satan Ye just waved his hand lazily, and then walked to the side of the competition stage.

"Abstain, Satan Leaf!" The editor straightened his chest, "I have an artifact in my hand, powerful skills, and invincible installation x technology, how can you fight me!"

"It's not impossible." Satan Ye said, "but wait a minute, I will pray first and make a sacrifice by the way."

"No **** can save you. But I still have to ask, who are you going to pray to?"

"God of rebellion."

The editor didn't come and felt a bit of chill.

The professor has told the players about the current situation of the devil, so every player knows that the devil Lu now has the priesthood of a rebellious **** ~ www.readwn.com ~ praying to this **** can contact the other party.

"Well, is there something that has to be sacrificed at this time, can I say no after the fight?"

"No hurry, no hurry, I'm going to lose anyway, it doesn't matter if I pray. Oh, the sacrifice is gone."

Along with the negative acting of Satan leaves, a piece of paper filled with text fell in front of the editor.

Just glanced at the text on it, and the editor began to tremble.

Before the second sheet of paper fell, the editor quickly raised his hand and shouted: "I abstain!"

The audience was in an uproar, followed by the shout of "refund".

The professor looked at the editor coldly and waved the microphone in his hand.

Come and eat it for me later!

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