This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Remember [New] for a second,! Hearing the news brought by the first generation, the demigods were silent at first, and then began to revel.

They are like pantomime performers with exaggerated expressions, showing their joy at this time with their limbs, and expressing their purest gratitude to the first generation.

"Thank you so much, the first generation, I will remember your name well this time."

"There's been no new entertainment for a long time. No one can summon me since my descendants are dead. What do you think is a better opening for me, how about you stupid mortals?"

"I'll do my makeup first, maybe there are my admirers in it. I'll have to rearrange the room too, maybe there will be some extra entertainment tonight. By the way, lend me your medicine."

Looking at this group of demigods who seemed to be getting married, the first generation felt that they could understand, but they didn't feel too accepting.

"Forgive them, they've been bored for too long." Arthas patted the first generation's shoulder and said, "I'm going to prepare as well, you said there are a few good magicians in there, right? I have to too. Prepare some exam questions for future generations."

Just as the demigods were actively preparing for the challenger, the professor and Ron also came to this level of hell.

They are the advance troops of the players. After arriving here, they need to arrange the temple as soon as possible, and then rely on the power of the unknown **** to complete the final space jump.

"The necessities of the temple include a statue of the god, no less than two devout followers, some ceremonial supplies, and an opening sentence, which will become the relevant name of the temple. Others also need some additional things, but these are required."

After reading the list and comparing what they had prepared, Ron found that the preparations for the temple had been completed.

"The opening remarks... use me to ask for a succubus."

The professor stared at Ron with wide eyes, then knocked him out half a mouthful of blood.

"What the **** are you doing! You dare to call such a disgusting name. If you are a graduate student, I will be the first to send you to wash the culture medium! Hurry up and withdraw."

Despite the professor's efforts to withdraw, the name has been settled.

However, because of the special nature of the gods, the name of the temple in this place will be combined with some words in the opening remarks, and even some homophones will be included.

In the void, the nameless god's gaze fell on this temple, and the purely mechanical part accepted this opening remarks and named the temple the Temple of Foul Demons.

Seeing the text composed of the Holy Light, the professor's anger subsided a little: "It's okay, it's not particularly disgusting."

"So I was beaten in vain?" Ron said weakly after receiving the treatment of Holy Light.

"If you didn't kill you, it would be a flattery. Hurry up and set up a receiving device."

"Clearly."

Drawing a complex pattern under the small temple, Professor Qi immediately twisted his body into an upside-down figure, used this ceremony to communicate the power of the nameless god, and then opened a small portal.

Subsequently, a large number of replicas were sent in from the portal, floating in the air, and then a large number of slimes jumped in from their respective portals.

After seeing the scene here, the weak chicken man said dissatisfiedly: "Professor, why is this place so empty? I don't have any material for the live broadcast."

"You don't like it, you make it yourself."

"I made it and I'll take care of what you want?"

"Is this your last word?"

"Is this your last word too?"

The two slimes stared at each other, while a group of slimes shouted loudly: "Fight, fight! We don't like both of you anyway!"

For a moment, they all felt that they had failed so well, and they were on the same level as the other.

After a while, the professor sighed and said to all the players: "Stop making trouble, prepare to build a position. This should be the twelfth level of hell, and everything is a **** of nothingness. I didn't expect the mysterious space of the demigods to be there. Here, is another hidden historical information."

Under the instruction of the professor, a large amount of materials were transported in from the other side of the portal, while other players looked at the materials emerging from the passage and became puzzled.

Finally, a player couldn't help but ask: "Professor, do you think..."

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think, I don't think so."

"But I really feel like the sphincter relaxes to release waste from the body's metabolism."

"I told you not to think so! Shut me up!"

It took three days to deliver the supplies.

While receiving the supplies, they spliced ​​the supplies.

For this operation, undressed and started preparations very early, anticipating this situation where the supplies would have to be disassembled.

When all the materials were transported and built by the players in the void, they were surprised to find that it was actually a Gundam.

The players who hadn't closed their eyes for three days and three nights looked at the one-kilometer behemoth and couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.

"This thing is cooler than my world."

"I thought I didn't take off my clothes during this time to have fun with the mad little policewoman. I didn't expect them to play so much."

"I heard that the mad little policewoman forced the marriage to fail, and then she took off her clothes and imprisoned for a long time."

"How did I hear that taking off your clothes is actually a three-no-law loli, and the mad little policewoman is a pseudo-mother. They have three children."

"I heard…"

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more crooked, the professor just wanted to say something when he saw that he took off his clothes and walked towards the player who was chatting the most, and showed him the page related to him in his notebook. .

The next moment, the player directly imitated an octopus, completely kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly.

"Brother stripping, please, you really can't say that kind of thing! This is the password of my bank card, which is the money I used to buy a house. If you are not satisfied, you can contact me offline, and I will take out a small loan. Raise money for you! If it doesn't work, I'll go to Thailand, and I'll give you the money to sell chrysanthemums!"

The players fell silent for a moment.

After taking off his clothes, he put away the notebook, patted the octopus's paw lightly, and said with a smile, "Work hard, work for me for a lifetime, I promise that I will bring these things to the grave."

"Thank you for your kindness!"

The remaining players' desire to work has instantly increased by 300%, and they are scrambling one by one, lest they take off their clothes and aim their small books at themselves.

The professor looked at taking off his clothes with envy, and said in a low voice, "Would you mind making a copy for me?"

"Can I copy your page alone?"

"No, no need, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I'm not going to see such a terrifying thing."

With players working extra hard, the final part of Gundam is finally complete.

Looking at the behemoth loaded with star cannons, full of unconscionable swords, anti-gods, and various terrifying devices, the professor felt that with this thing, the demigods were like turkeys, vulnerable to a single blow.

But he still has a question: "Take off your clothes, who is the driver."

"you."

"Huh? I'm not a newcomer, so I can't drive a Gundam?"

"And I."

"Well, are you a new human?"

"And them."

Seeing who took off his clothes and pointed at, the professor finally understood.

"Am I really a DJ?"

"It's him."