This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The Prophet was still flipping through the book and said to the half-kneeling man of the first generation: "Tell me, you must have your own purpose in coming here to find me. Tell me your purpose."

"I……"

"Needless to say, you want to ask for my help to defeat those slimes. I'm really not very good at this, and I always ask obvious questions. I haven't been able to let go of these years of being imprisoned by God. Do you understand your position?"

"actually……"

"Don't say it, I know you will definitely say some nonsense that the dignity of a demigod cannot be trampled on. I'm too lazy to listen. Don't go to trouble with those slimes, they have close ties with the next generation of demon kings."

The first generation looked up suspiciously: "The next generation of demon kings, isn't it this generation?"

"It's hard to explain this process to you. I have also participated in this plan in the future. Sometimes I really envy you guys who can't see fate. It's not a comfortable thing to be spoiled. But I can't help but want to go Look, it's really not a good habit. Sometimes I'm quite envious of the gods, that guy can see the spoiler, but he resists watching."

The first generation of people carefully digested the words of the prophet, and felt that they understood something, but they seemed to understand nothing.

After closing the book, the prophet walked to the bookshelf, turned back after walking halfway, and said to the first generation: "Let's go, I'll treat you better, anyway, after 60 years... Forget it, spoilers are boring."

"What happened to me in sixty years?"

"You'll know when the time comes. No matter how you remind you, you'll go that way. I'll look for it here... um, for you."

Taking the things handed over by the prophet, the first generation asked suspiciously, "This is..."

The prophet handed the first generation a broken sword.

The broken sword was as cold as ice, and the entire blade of the sword was cut off, leaving only a finger-width part left on the hilt.

Touching the broken sword, the first generation could feel the power of the sword, and even when he touched the hilt, he could feel the breath of the sword, the heartbeat of the sword, and even the will of the sword.

Feeling this sword repeatedly, the first generation feels that this sword is simply a part of his body, and he has never touched such a handy weapon.

"What exactly is this?"

"Evil."

The hand of the first generation shook, and the broken sword fell directly, and the remaining blade was inserted into the indestructible ground effortlessly, leaving only the hilt exposed.

He understands evil things. After all, after returning to this world, he has recovered once, but was interrupted by that **** Camilla.

This recovery has made him understand a lot of things, including the horror of evil things.

In his opinion, this thing is like a virus, constantly eroding the origin of this world, and he is a part of this world is no exception.

The Prophet looked at the first generation with dissatisfaction, and motioned him to pick it up with his eyes.

"Although it is an evil thing, it should have a better name, called the peer of another world."

"How to understand this?"

"Can you exist in the human world and here at the same time? Forget it, you will definitely say projection. This is similar to projection, but it is a higher-dimensional existence. You can understand that we are all higher-dimensional projections, which are projected to This world becomes you, and when projected to another world, it becomes this sword."

The first generation immediately understood why they resonated with a broken sword.

Because the sword is himself.

He is the sword.

Picking up the sword again, the first generation no longer resisted the call of the sword, but completely merged with the sword.

Closing his eyes, he quietly felt the existence of the sword, and made himself and the opponent one, thus becoming more perfect.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the sword had been restored to perfection, as if it had never been broken.

The complete sword gave him a stronger feeling than ever before, making him feel that he is omnipotent now.

Waving the sword with ice flames, he was excited and asked again, "I think..."

"You want to know how to reach a higher level, right? It's very simple. There are seventeen copies of each existence's projection, and you can complete your own afterimage. In theory, every existence can do it, but in fact only One guy has done it, and another guy will do it halfway in the future."

"...God to God?"

"That's right. I know how he did it, but unfortunately he has blocked the road. He was not as open-minded as he is now. If it was then, he would have come and killed me. Okay, you can Leave, go and fight with those slimes, and then go to sleep obediently."

"Thank you, Prophet." The first generation said respectfully, "I still have..."

"You still want other demigods to help you, right? It doesn't matter, go ahead anyway... Pfft, no, no matter how many times I watch this, I won't get tired of it. You can have a good meal first, they'll hurry up coming."

"Coming soon? They can..."

"They have found a way to space jump from you. You are not very cautious when you go. By the way, the last sentence must be that the prophet is waiting for you. That's it, I can't wait."

The first generation left in confusion.

Alsace, who was standing at the door waiting for him, looked at the first generation and joked: "How, have you got what you want?"

"More than I thought."

Summoning his own weapon, Arthas' pupils dilated directly.

This sword is perfect, just like the meaning of the first generation, and this sword has reached the perfection that the sword can achieve.

From Arthas' point of view, the magic condensed in this sword is simply magic itself. As long as you can use this weapon proficiently, any magic can be easily displayed.

"what are you doing?"

Arthas, who was awakened by the first generation, found that ~www.readwn.com~ his hand was on the weapon at some point.

The five fingers of the right hand froze in an instant and then broke. The fingers that should have recovered quickly did not grow out, but remained frostbitten.

The arc of magic appeared on Arthas, but the power of magic to interfere with reality could not restore the wound on his hand, so that the wound always existed.

Arthas even tried to take off his right hand and regenerate it, but the regenerated right hand was still frostbitten.

"Interesting." Arthas stared at the sword. "The concept of it is so interesting. Forcing things to be in a state of destruction, this sword is so interesting. You can lend me this sword. For a while, I'm going to do some experiments with it."

"If you know the truth, you'll know how excessive your request is. Go, gather the demigods with me, we're going to play a fun game."

"what game?"

"The challenger's game."