This Group of Players Are All Slimes

At the moment when the God of Sacrifice fell, the big sister underground also let out a painful wailing.

"God, why did you leave me, is this also your test?"

The power that belonged to the **** of sacrifice began to dissipate. Without the blessing of the **** of sacrifice, the priests who gained power by sacrificing believers lost their power one after another, and were then killed by soldiers on the spot.

The originally bustling town slowly quieted down, and in the end, only the sermons of Mather and the occasional screams of followers of the God of Sacrifice were left.

Snow also participated in this battle. Although he said that he was not interested in this place, he was still angry when he really saw the tragedy brought about by the God of Sacrifice.

Riding a white giant dog, he commanded the mounts under his crotch to constantly hunt down those priests who were running around.

Although some priests knelt down and begged for mercy, Snow did not spare a single one.

Feeling Snow's anger, the white giant dog showed no mercy, slashing the priests' bodies with sharp claws, cutting them into pieces.

It wasn't until the giant dog's white fur was dyed red with blood and he could no longer see a living mouth in his field of vision that he gradually calmed down and saw Wolong hurriedly jumping towards him.

Although taking off his clothes does not allow Snow to meet his father, Wolong knows that there are exceptions to everything.

"Snow, your father..."

"do you died?"

"One more breath, he wants to see you."

Riding a giant dog, Snowla climbed the Wolong and ran all the way, and finally saw the shadow of the guard in the crowd in the square.

The giant dog stepped on the resident's head and jumped into the crowd, then leaned down so Snow could slide down her forehead.

Claude is seriously injured.

The blessing of the Nameless God stimulated the last potential in his body and hastened his death.

This blessing, ordinary people can recover after a few days of rest, but Claude lost the power of the **** of sacrifice earlier, and the old body was squeezed out of everything, and all that awaits him is death.

Now Claude has become older than before, and his strong body is like a shriveled leather jacket, which is loosely placed on him.

The eyes that used to be like a goshawk were full of turbidity, and the right hand like a bark was held by Snow's brother.

There are seven penetrating wounds on his body alone, and there are countless other large and small wounds.

Several priests of the nameless **** are constantly using magic to extend Claude's life, but judging from their faces, it is all in vain.

If it is in the city of hot springs, they can also try to reshape a body, but here, they can do nothing.

"He is a brave man." Marcet, who had finished the sermon, held Cloud's left hand and said to Snow, who came to his side, "During the battle, he didn't take a step back. The power of those priests was too much. Mighty, but he fended off fifteen priests by himself, and he was a hero."

"I know, but he's not a good father."

Mather turned sideways, handed his position to Snow, and motioned for him to hold Claude's hand.

After hesitating for a while, Snow still held the dry hand.

Feeling Snow's temperature, Claude on the ground turned his head with difficulty, his cloudy eyes looking in Snow's direction.

"Is that you, Slater?"

"it's me."

"I'm so sorry. I…I didn't know how to deal with you at the time, so I treated you the wrong way. I hated you for taking my wife, but I love you kids. I…"

"I know."

"I want to apologize to you, to..."

"I hate you." Snow said blankly, "I hate the contract you made with the God of Sacrifice in your early years, hate your indifference to us, hate your harsh criticism of us. I hate that you dare not make sacrifices to the culprit. God drew his sword, and turned his wrath on us instead."

"I'm very sorry."

"So, can you be like a tyrant when you die, don't show your father's tenderness at the end! And don't apologize to me! Let me hate you all the time, don't let me want to forgive you at the last minute! Continue to curse us Ah, keep beating us! Keep ignoring us! Don't let me know you're our father and I'm your son."

"Slater..."

"Don't die! Please, don't die!"

"thanks…"

Claude's hand let go weakly.

The founder of the kingdom of the north, Claude closed his eyes forever today.

This is a very sad thing, but it is too late for the residents and the royal family of the northern kingdom to grieve.

They began to thoroughly hunt down the priests that remained of the **** of sacrifice, smashed his temples, and destroyed his holy books.

All books related to the God of Sacrifice were destroyed, and only one copy was left to the players as a follow-up study.

Snow's enthronement ceremony was also very simple. As one of Rollin's twelve apostles, Mather was just qualified to preside over this ceremony.

At the ceremony, the delicious food brought by the players slightly softened the sadness here, and the president of the Merchant Association also arrived here and provided a very generous home reconstruction fund.

Knowing that Snow still saw his father, the one who took off his clothes here didn't blame Wolong, but just said that he did the right thing. Some things don't need to be so rigid, just be flexible.

The bodies of the deceased were buried together, and Mather prayed for all the deceased, and erected stone sculptures one by one according to local customs, and buried the remains under the stone sculptures.

According to Claude's will, he was not treated specially, and was buried under the stone sculpture, but there were more flowers in front of his stone sculpture.

On the pedestal of the stone sculpture, Snow himself left a sentence: "He is not a good father, but he is a good king."

Taking off his clothes and standing in front of Claude's stone sculpture with Snow, he quietly felt the solemnity here.

"What are you going to do next? King Slater?" asked taking off his clothes.

"Call me Snow, Slater always sounds weird. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Okay, Snow, what are you going to do?"

"I hate this place, but I'm still going to stay. This place can't be without its own king, so I can't help you with the next work."

"It doesn't matter, we have found the coordinates of the royal family, and then we can do it ourselves. Thank you for your assistance, Snow. What do you want for your pension?"

"It's nothing, you have helped me a lot. As long as you have this friendship, then it is enough. By the way, there is something else, can you help me. I have to do this, and I can't let it go. Red wine stewed dog meat knows."

"Ah, understand, I'll let Wolong come with the exoskeleton armor."

Taking off his clothes and being escorted by Wolong, Snow passed through the stone carving forest, bypassed a scenic forest, drilled through a low fence, and finally came to an abandoned monastery.

In the sea of ​​flowers full of flowers, Snow found the person he wanted to see.

"I'm here, Yuliza."