This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The people of the first generation returned directly to the space where the body was.

The whole world is divided into seventeen layers of structure. The most sacred and bright place is where the gods and gods are. It is a place that is free from fate and is extremely peaceful and extremely happy.

There, the God of God overlooked the whole world, watching the chessboard composed of gods, humans and demons, and from time to time he would lay down a few pieces for entertainment.

The second floor is the residence of the main god, but the twelve main gods have long since disappeared because of the previous chaos. The main **** belonging to Talyssa rebelled and killed all the other main gods. Now there are only the messy corpses of the main **** and their servants. That's it.

The third floor is the temple of the gods, but now it is also full of corpses. The massacre of the God of Fear left only blood and panic here. The gods who were tortured by ignorance and fear were crying wildly, and then laughed wildly, and the sober gods were gone.

The fourth layer is the layer of the Holy Spirit. Humans with outstanding achievements are qualified to come to this layer and enjoy eternal life on this layer. Some of the servants of the gods also lived here. Of course, it is also full of corpses now, and the heads piled up into hills can be seen everywhere.

The fifth layer is the isolation layer, where the boundary between humans and gods is located.

The sixth and seventh floors are the human world. Originally, the seventh floor was also a part of hell, but after a long war, this part has been completely subsumed into the human world.

The eighth floor is where the royal family is located, but only the royal family knows how to enter.

The ninth floor is the main area of ​​hell.

The tenth floor is the magic fog hell.

The eleventh floor is the dark hell, where Lu Fan returned to for sixty years.

And the original body of the first generation, on the twelfth floor, is disordered hell.

The further down hell, the more violent the law, the space there is extremely unstable, but it is nothing to a demigod who can skillfully use space.

When they came here, the first thing the first generation did was to quickly integrate with their own body and protect themselves with the demigod space.

The fusion of the main body and the avatar allowed him to quickly recover his strength and reach about three times the previous state.

Taking a long breath, the first generation felt a little more at ease.

In the end, the star cannon was too terrifying to release divine power in such an extremely violent way. Only a madman without a brain would do this.

"Finally escaped, but why do you still have a feeling of heart palpitations?"

Suppressing the ominous hunch in their hearts, the first generation knew that now was not the time to delve into it.

He has one more important thing to do.

The Chaos Hell is very similar to the Dark Hell, but it is more empty and lonely.

He waved his hand in the empty hell, and the fluctuation of space was released with him as the center, and then spread to every corner of the twelve layers of hell.

In a moment, a demigod came here.

"Long time no see, the first generation, the smell on your body is still so disgusting."

"You too. I didn't expect that the first guy I saw after my return was actually you, Arthas."

The demigod who came to meet the first generation was none other than Ellie and Ellen's grandfather, the ancestor of the Arthas family, the demigod Arthas.

At this point in time, Arthas did not have the decadence that followed. He looked dignified and his half-white hair did not age him, but instead had a sense of wisdom.

"What about the other demigods?" the first generation asked.

"At the top of joy, a demigod survived the last war, and everyone is listening to his stories."

"After so many years, your interests have not changed."

"No way, it's too boring here. But you will definitely become the focus of all the demigods when you come back. I wonder what new stories you brought back?"

Teleporting to the top of joy with Arthas, the first generation looked at this magnificent fortress with melancholy.

There is hardly any substance here, so everything can be preserved for a long time.

And this fortress was built by the joint efforts of almost all the demigods. Its internal structure is complex and strong, and it looks as clean as new even after millions of years.

Every time they see this building, even if it has been seen for millions of years, the first generation will still be impressed by its grandeur and splendor. It is a perfect work of art and the existence of the apex of aesthetics.

Staring at the fort for a while, the first generation stepped into the fort, and then heard a demigod say loudly: "I was angry at that time! I stopped in front of the brave man, grabbed the other's young son, and then..."

"Then the other party urinated on you and slaughtered you. Okay, don't say it anymore, we all know that you gave birth to a child of the brave and survived as a **** child. Your racial characteristics are not bad, but boy But girl, what about the four ways to play. What about your child later?"

"I've gone back to my ancestors after recognizing my ancestors. I guess I'll be a border guard in the future."

"Yes, the probability of surviving is quite high. Speaking of when this war will end, we still want to hear the latest bragging news."

Pushing open the heavy door, the first generation saw that there were more than a dozen demigods lying in disorder.

Most of the demigods were sleeping in the fortress, and occasionally they would get up and move around, listen to the stories of the newcomers, and then continue to sleep.

When newcomers come here, they usually go through several processes: excitement, burst of creativity, decadence, then excitement, and finally loneliness.

Seeing Arthas coming in, the group of demigods nodded to Arthas, and then looked at the first generation and became puzzled.

Who is this stuff?

There are a few impressions in my mind, but I just can't remember the other person's name.

After being silent for a long time, the newcomer suddenly realized, rushed over and held the hand of the first generation and shouted excitedly: "You are the first generation, the most perfect, the oldest human being, and one of the oldest demigods! I am a human being! I really like hearing your stories when I'm in the world!"

Only then did a group of demigods react, and they greeted elegantly: "It turned out to be a person from the first generation. I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that you were caught by the gods."

"It hasn't changed much, where have you been before? Is there a target?"

"Is it tiring to work, and how is the income?"

The first generation interrupted the group of demigods by waving their hands: "Don't have anything to say, where is the prophet?"

"You are lucky. You woke up a few days ago and are now in the treasure room. You still remember the structure of the top of joy, just turn left when you go out. By the way, do you have any new stories, let's hear them."

"Later, I'll go see the Prophet first."

Leaving here, the first generation and Alsace walked side by side in the passage.

"They are the same as before." The first generation said suddenly.

"We are all dust of history, what difference can dust make?" Alsace said with a smile.

"You don't look the same."

"Because my descendants are very interesting, they will covet the power of my ancestor from time to time, and then stupidly offer themselves up so that I have a container to walk around the world for a while. Kind of cute, isn't it?"

"You better not let those guys know that, or they'll annoy you."

"Oh, I will."

Walking into the treasure room, the oncoming treasure instantly appeared in front of the first generation.

Here are the collections of the demigods of the past dynasties, but in the boring years, they gradually lost interest in treasures, and handed them over to display here for others to watch.

The accumulation of millions of years has made the treasures here extremely rich, but in the eyes of the demigods, it is just a bunch of boring debris.

Not as fun as a story.

The treasure racks more than ten meters high are full of goods, and the endless treasure racks are like trees in the jungle, shining with different lights.

In this pile of treasures ~www.readwn.com~ the first generation saw the character they were looking for, the prophet.

The other party looked like an eight-year-old boy, wearing a white shirt and a beige plaid vest, looking like a noble boy who had sneaked out of the house.

However, the first generation did not despise the other party because of their age, but knelt down and said respectfully, "The Prophet, I'm back."

The other party's head was always buried in the book in his hand, and he said without raising his head: "You are ten days, three hours and five minutes behind. What happened in the middle?"

"I……"

"You met a bunch of slimes, didn't you. It's just polite to ask you, no need to answer."

The first generation looked at the demigod in awe, and again feared the wisdom of the other party.

Know everything, know everything.

He is the prophet.

The first demigod created by the original Demon King.