This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Remember [New] for a second,! "How is it possible, how is it possible!"

Facing the players' second surrender, the first generation was angry.

He can tolerate being defeated on the battlefield, he can tolerate being destroyed by conspiracy, but he cannot tolerate the benevolence of the enemy.

Kindness means condescending charity, means the strong sympathize with the weak, and means that the other party has stood in a higher position, looking down on the humble self.

What made him even more intolerable was that he actually moved.

Taking out his ice flame, he said loudly: "I am the first generation, the most perfect human being, and one of the most powerful demigods. I have lived from ancient times to the present, and have witnessed the rise and fall of countless strong men. I don't need anyone's alms, and I won't bend my knees to my subordinates except the prophets. Even the gods can only imprison me as a statue, not make me a slave!"

The ice flame was burning violently.

As the otherworldly equivalent of the first generation, he felt another will of his own, and the strength of each other began to resonate, allowing the first generation to bloom with the most dazzling power.

A white lily can be seen throughout the twelfth level of hell, which contains the power to deny everything and the last pride of the first generation.

No matter how despicable a **** he is, at least this moment, he is like a real warrior.

In the face of the rising lily, the super entity can also feel the destructive power contained in it.

Facing this power, the super entity sighed softly.

"Forget it, then let me give you a ride in the way of a warrior."

The psychic energy of five hundred players is superimposed at this time, and the resulting effect is like the winter sun, so bright, yet so cold.

In front of the vast star-like psychic energy, the lilies of the first generation were torn apart in an instant, and disappeared with the wind along with him.

Silently watching the petals scattered like cherry blossoms, the huge super body was silent for a long time, and finally said: "It's done."

When the super-individual was thinking about how to recover, the second attack of the demigods arrived.

The power of magic flashed at this moment, and the twelve demigods had finished singing. Arthas in the middle was responsible for reconciling this power and condensing all the power into a bunch of flames.

This flame is only the size of a fingertip, but it appears directly out of thin air in the super-individual's body.

As soon as it touches the body of the super-individual, this flame begins to devour the existence of the super-individual to the fullest. Everything in its body is turned into the resources of the flame, and the super-individual is completely wrapped in a blink of an eye.

This is Arthas's secret technique, the flame of destruction.

When he could still do his best on the ground, he used this secret technique to destroy several countries. This flame will feed on the law. Once it is contaminated, the relevant laws of its own existence will be completely destroyed, and eventually it will perish because of the destruction of its own laws.

However, the super body that was supposed to be destroyed in an instant, with just one look, completely extinguished the flame that was entangled in it.

Arthas silently felt the law of extinction, and smiled bitterly: "Sure enough, is it still too reluctant?"

Flying up, he faced the super body in front of him: "We don't have the pride of the first generation, we surrender."

After half an hour.

Five hundred slimes and other NPCs lay lazily in the parlour of the Pleasure Peak.

"It's so comfortable here, but I still want to connect my mind again."

"Me too, it's like I'm thinking about nothing, and I'm thinking about everything again. It's a really great feeling."

"The horse kills the chicken in the soul. I feel like nothing can attract my attention for a while."

"Me too!"

"I'm really a dj. This is my sister's contact information. You can make it cool. I can also give you my brother's."

Seeing the players who are the same as the dregs of medicine, I really dj sighed.

"So this thing has a lot of side effects, especially when so many people are linked together, the side effects are even greater. And it was already the limit just now, and it will only be more dangerous if it drags on."

"How dangerous is it?"

"Probably a complete assimilation of personalities."

"That little thing doesn't matter, let me do it again."

I really looked at the group of slimes helplessly and jumped out, leaving the rest of the mess to undress.

He reserved a number for everyone, took off his clothes to make some extra money for himself, and then said to Arthas who was on the sidelines: "You said, there is a demigod called the Prophet who knew that we would come and told him to come. Are we going to see him?"

"That's right." Arthas said mildly, "He's waiting for you, is there anything else?"

"I need a little stimulation to cheer up my people. You can choose a few demigods that you don't like and let them do some experiments."

"That's fine. By the way, I have a question too. Do you know Ellen?"

"He's right there."

Arthas looked in the direction indicated by taking off his clothes, and saw Alan squatting in the corner with a smirk.

"What's up with him?"

"The succubus seems to be a little more sensitive to this kind of link, but it'll be all right after a while. You're his grandfather, right?"

"Yes. So after that, can I chat with Alan alone?"

"No problem, whatever. Then, please take me to see the Prophet."

Pulling the professor, he took off his clothes and followed Alsace to the treasure room.

The prophet in shorts was sitting on a large hourglass reading, with his delicate calves bobbing back and forth like a pendulum.

Seeing the two slimes coming in, the Prophet waved his hand kindly: "Yo, you are here."

Jumping straight from the hourglass, he touched the professor's head: "I'm the prophet, you're the professor, and you're taking off your clothes. There's no need to say more, just come with me."

Telling Arthas to leave here~www.readwn.com~ The prophet stared at the professor for a while, then stretched out his hand and squeezed the professor into a right-angled triangle for a while, and an equilateral triangle for a while.

The professor jumped out in dissatisfaction and yelled at the prophet: "What are you doing? You will be charged for touching me! And am I familiar with you?"

"Ah, sorry, I forgot that this is our first time meeting. I can't reveal who I am because the spoilers are wrong. But you just know that I'm on the side of you all."

He took off his clothes and thought for a moment, then asked, "You are our creation? Are you from the future?"

The Prophet looked at and took off his clothes with admiration: "As expected of you, you deduced some of my information so quickly. But unfortunately, I guessed half wrong. I am indeed your creation, but I am not from the future..."

After a pause, the prophet looked at the expressions of the two and said his origin with a smile: "It's the previous reincarnation. There is no demon king, only your reincarnation."

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