This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Latest website: Inside the Grolin's territory, Angel was standing in front of the throne of the vampire monarch in silver-white armor, looking up at each other.

This hall is extremely brilliant, and the vampires have a very high pursuit of art in addition to their cruelty. What they show is the product of this perfect combination of luxury and art.

The vampire castle in the heart of Grolin is undoubtedly the standout here, with horrific tragedies going on every day, but also producing all kinds of exquisite works of art.

And the earliest vampire, the only direct descendant of the first generation, the vampire monarch is here.

And it's dead.

There were wine glasses filled with human blood scattered around the opponent's feet, and his handsome face was full of confusion and confusion. A sharp heavy sword penetrated his body and nailed him to the throne.

Angela still had the other's last words in her ears: "Ah..."

For the vampire monarch who ruled Grolin for centuries, his last words were laughably short.

Stepping forward, Angel pulled Goldin out of the opponent's chest, and then watched Golding transform into Lucifer in front of her.

"How do you feel, Mr. Lucifer?" Angela asked narrowly.

"I don't want to eat large intestines for a while." Lucifer responded with a pale face.

When he took off his clothes, he jumped over and stared at the corpse of the vampire monarch suspiciously: "Strange, this guy has not been transformed into the first generation, so where is the first generation?"

"Are you sure the first generation has awakened?" Angela asked suspiciously.

"Well, I'm pretty sure. No, I have to collect some more information, Lucifer, Christine, let's go."

"Don't, I just messed around in a man's body for a while, can't you give me some psychotherapy? You're still not a psychiatrist!"

"Okay, look here, 3, 2, 1. That's it!"

"what did you do to me?"

"The cue that makes you hungry for your large intestine, does it feel any better now?"

"Don't change other people's personalities casually, bastard!"

Angela smiled and watched them jokingly, then withdrew her smile and said to Luna who came over: "Okay, Luna, let the people from the Treasure Hunter Association move in, rescue the humans and demons here, and start the post-disaster reconstruction work. . This beheading battle was good, but the reconstruction after the event is the focus."

Luna looked at Angela with admiration, feeling that her roommate was getting more and more dazzling.

With the Demon King's troops and her own charm, Angel has been regarded as a legitimate hero, a beacon of this land shrouded in chaos.

Countless people want to gather under her command. Countless people regard it as the hope of rebuilding the world. Countless people wait for her to eliminate the "Demon King" and bring peace back.

After arranging the tasks that need to be arranged one by one, Anjieer rubbed her head and felt her head hurt again.

She has been having more frequent headaches lately, and is seeing some of her precognitive dreams every time she falls asleep.

The content of precognitive dreams is full of strange and strange, and each time is accompanied by a lot of information, a lot of swordsmanship and various secret methods that humans can use.

Raising her hands, Angel looked at her hands.

Beneath the white skin where blood vessels could be seen, there was a power that she feared.

Every time she dreamed, she could feel that she was taking a step in an inhuman direction.

She even tried secretly. If she went all out, she could even be comparable to the ancient dragon in terms of strength. The moon shadow dragon even suspected that she was a dragon in human skin, and after being beaten, she cried and found The red young dragon went for comfort.

If it wasn't for the Dragon Clan's ban on copper smelting, the Moon Shadow Dragon could have swallowed the opponent alive.

If it's just an increase in strength, that's all, Angela can feel a sense of calling more and more, as if something is calling her to wake up and realize the existence of the other party.

Noticing Anjieer's abnormality, she took off her clothes and jumped over Lucifer's head and asked, "Angieer, is your head hurting again?"

"Well, I don't feel very well now. I have a headache and want to sleep, but I don't dare."

"I'll ask a few priests of nameless gods to help. This matter may involve supernatural beings, and I can't give very good advice. But I don't think it's a good thing, so I suggest you try not to sleep. "

"Well, I know. So I feel like I need more things to share my attention with. What's going on with the false kings in the south?"

"Rollin is still in front of him. Those muscular guys are really powerful."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you for the time being. I'll lead the troops to support it once. It's almost the holiday season. It's time to boost morale."

Angel's so-called festival is the day of the Spring Festival.

This is the most important festival in this continent. From this day on, spring will officially come, all things will recover, and even the rain will bring the warmth of spring.

No matter how crazy the war madman used to be in the past, during this festival, there will be a truce for one day, so that everyone can eat something good and drink something good, and go home and save it for yourself, so that you can go on the road in peace.

But this time, the enemies Angels faced were the undead, and the group of walking corpses had no concept of rest.

For the sake of his soldiers, Angel decided to clear a buffer zone so that the soldiers could rest during this time.

After making the decision, Angel quickly hit the road.

Leading a thousand elite cavalry, Angel quickly galloped towards the destination.

Along the way, she kept seeing meteors falling from the sky.

At this time, some of the former priests in the team would stop, mourning silently towards the sky, and then move on.

That's the gods falling.

The madness of the gods is already very obvious. Every day, the mad gods let their subordinates attack the "Demon King" and the troops here. They even go into battle in person, but the result is that they are beheaded by the demon king in the sky.

This Demon King perfectly abides by his own iron rule, that is, the gods and the demon gods are not allowed to shoot at will.

As long as they violate this iron rule, what awaits them is the ruthless killing of the Demon King.

Through the continuous construction of the slimes, every attacked settlement will be developed into the base of the nameless god, and the belief brought by this will continuously enhance the divine power of the nameless god, and at the same time allow the demon king to display stronger power.

In the face of this power, even the weaker gods among the gods are as fragile as ants, while the stronger gods can still maintain their own sanity ~www.readwn.com~ did not appear rashly.

However, with the passage of time, those gods will slowly enter the venue and bring more pressure to the demon king Lu Fan.

Looking at the sky silently for a while, Anjieer raised her long sword and motioned everyone to continue.

They don't have much time.

She didn't know how long she had been running, but Anjieer suddenly noticed that countless thick fog was surging around her. Her soldiers disappeared in the thick fog, and even the sound of horses' hooves disappeared in the thick fog.

Tightening the reins, she drew her weapon, and the psionic light was released, illuminating her surroundings.

"Who is it?" Angelic shouted in the fog.

"It's me, Zeratan."

"Who is Zeratan!"

"your mother."