This Group of Players Are All Slimes

When he walked into Camp 1024, Jin found that the people here were basically complete.

The spacious small square was full of people, roughly ninety in the past, but fortunately I wasn't the last one.

At first glance, the guys here don't have a good person, the type who will never kill by mistake if they come over with a sword of no conscience.

Of course, Kim feels like he's all the way.

As a former treasure hunter, Jin has also done wrong things and done some indecent activities, so he didn't dislike each other as evil existences, he found an open space and sat down.

Just when he was about to observe the surroundings to collect intelligence, a little boy sitting on his left said with a smile: "Don't look at it, everyone is not a good person, doing bad things is as easy as breathing, so the task assigned to us is definitely not to do charitable."

Jin looked at the fourteen-year-old boy and extended his hand friendly: "Jin, a former treasure hunter, trained in the reincarnation dream of Sin City before."

"Little boy, growable puppet."

Jin watched the little boy curiously, but he couldn't see the difference between him and the real person.

The Little Boy series is a new puppet device developed by Slime, which is the second generation of Valkyrie.

Their individual ability is not very strong, but because of the use of the collective mind, they can evolve at a high speed on the battlefield, and each death means the return of the individual, thus making their collective mind stronger.

Unlike the near-perfect look of Valkyrie, the little boy looked very ordinary, with slightly disordered hair, freckled face, warm and slender hands, all of which made Jin feel that the other party was a little boy, not a boy. a weapon of war.

But when Jin saw that the other party easily took off his arm and showed himself the magic rune on the cross section of the arm, Jin completely believed that the other party was a puppet.

"Nice to meet you, sir." Kim said friendly again.

"I'm also glad that someone here knows that my rank is higher than yours, and I really can't chat with those savages. Do you want to eat snacks?"

When Jin Zheng was about to take it over, a sturdy hand suddenly reached out and snatched the candy from the little boy's hand.

"Don't eat it, little idiot." The two-meter-tall muscular man exposed his upper body, his chest muscles rubbed with olive oil released a dazzling light under the sunlight.

The candy thrown aside by the strong man began to emit black smoke, and then began to burn and exploded on a small scale, turning into a thick plume of smoke and slowly dissipating.

The strong man sat next to Jin, pointed at the little boy and said, "This guy has a problem with the collective mind. Those slimes definitely added things that shouldn't be added when they were making them."

"Very dangerous?" Jin asked curiously, "Should I chop him now?"

"No, they are still very reliable on the battlefield, but it's best not to have too much contact with him in private. I am Martha, a believer of the Roland Church, and one of the twelve apostles of King Rollin."

Jin was in awe.

When Luo Lin first entered the rebel army, he had twelve of the most devout believers, the muscular man among the muscular men, and the fierce man among the fierce men.

"Really an apostle. Stop every muscle in your body has its own muscle; what flows in your veins is not blood, but protein; you only do one kind of weight training, that is handstand, because there is no equipment that can compare with your body. Much more effective; the way you preach is with your fists, because you can hit the creed directly into each other's minds."

Seeing Jin's pious eyes, Mather frowned and asked, "You don't believe those rumors about us are true, do you?"

"Hey, I kind of believe it."

Looking at the puzzled Kim, Mather felt that he must never ask him when he needed to make a decision in the future.

After taking a gulp from the water bag full of wine, Mather threw the water bag to Jin, and asked, "Do you know who is commanding us this time?"

The little boy, who had been relying on him for a long time, asked suspiciously, "Command, what command? Isn't it instinct to do damage, what command do you want?"

Mather smashed the little boy into the ground with his fist: "Don't interrupt, and I beat you!"

"Can you warn me next time!"

Seeing Mather's skillful appearance, Jin felt that at least the last rumor was true.

Sitting down again, Mather explained: "We operate in units of 100 people, and each 100-person group will have a commander and carry out different tasks under the command of the commander. Different commanders will have different operational tasks. I hope our commander is a good guy. If I can, I hope it's Lucifer, and the worst is Madwoman, and even worse."

"I rather hope it's unremarkable." Jin said frankly, "I always feel that the other party is very reassuring."

"I hope it's the professor," said the little boy buried in the soil, "that way I have a chance to kill him."

The three guys chatted for a while, and unexpectedly found that they were quite chatting with each other.

Jin is a bit dull and silent most of the time, but some opinions seem to have been accumulated over hundreds of years, unpretentious but very useful.

Mather's thoughts are a bit violent, but he's kind, and most of the time, he can listen.

The little boy is the active member of the three, and he is the one to start the conversation in most cases.

After chatting for a long time, a slime jumped up.

"I'm sorry, I'm late, I'm your commander and editor."

Mather was shocked when he saw the editor in front of him.

Jin looked at Mather suspiciously, and then asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with this slime?"

Mather smiled bitterly: "There's nothing wrong with his ball, but it has something to do with his ability. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. The editor is a rare slime with an artifact, and his own strength is among the slimes. The middle is also the number one in the platoon, so the task given to him is definitely not ordinary."

"It doesn't matter, I can't die anyway, and I'll be a **** after returning." The little boy said nonchalantly.

"I don't care, death is already very indifferent to me." Jin said flatly.

Mather looked at these two guys helplessly, feeling that they were more difficult than the other.

In the front, the editor has briefly introduced himself, and then said: "Now, we have a total of thousands of teams carrying out different tasks, let's talk about our overall strategy first, that is Armageddon. According to what we have so far Intelligence, the gods intend to expand the war, the more the number of deaths, the better for the other party. So we must constantly protect human beings, unite the demons, and then find the other party's headquarters as soon as possible and destroy it. The task assigned to me is very difficult , but also very tormenting. If you want to quit, you can go now ~www.readwn.com~ and go back to headquarters to reassign."

Some people hesitated for a while, got up and left, but most of them didn't move, just watched the editor silently.

After finding that most of them were left, the editor smiled, then took out the letter, and motioned for everyone to take one.

After everyone got the envelopes, the editor said again: "There is a picture in this envelope, which is a concept that the **** painter combined with his own psionic weapons. When you take out the picture and look at it, you will never disobey me. until the end of the war. Then I ask you a second time, are you still willing to open it?"

After some hesitation, some people got up and left, and there were only thirty people left.

After all, no one wants to give their life to others.

"Very good, then the rest of the people, open it."

After confirming that everyone had seen the painting, the editor solemnly said, "Then, it's time to show my abilities."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out his sword and cut off the head of Jin, who was closest to him.