This Group of Players Are All Slimes

As the next leader of the Demon King's Sect, Neil has gained a lot of experience in fighting the Church under the persecution of the Roland Church for many years, and now he can easily deduce the problems of the Roland Church.

As the supervisor of the gods, the Roland Church and the activity of the gods are in a trade-off relationship.

When the Church of Roland is stronger, the gods will be more peaceful, and vice versa.

The current King of Law of the Roland Church is the former hero's companion, and he is a priest in name, but it is said that he can handle all kinds of swords, guns and sticks with style. When he was young, he often tore dozens of demons with his bare hands and served them with wine. He was an extremely ferocious and ruthless person.

Although it is over 80 years old now, everyone who has seen it shot said that this product is even stronger.

In addition to the strength of the master level, many of his arrangements were very unconstrained, but they were extremely correct afterwards, which allowed him to suppress the influence of the gods in the human world to the lowest level in history, forcing some gods to sneak to hell develop.

As Neil expected, Roland Church did encounter problems now.

In the air cathedral of Roland Church, eleven cardinals gathered here, and the King of France, who usually likes to farm and milk milk, was also present.

The bishops looked nervously at the statue emitting holy light on the ceiling, but King Roland drank tea leisurely, looking like an old farmer who had just returned from work.

"Don't be so nervous." His Holiness waved his muddy hands and said with a smile, "It's just a mediator, there's no need to be like this."

"How can you not be nervous!" A female bishop's legs trembled uncontrollably, "God God's messenger is here, this is a scene I haven't seen in decades. He will convey God God's oracle, This matter will definitely be recorded in the holy scriptures, and every word needs to be studied specially."

"Is it? It's just a pawn, and it's still a relatively useless type." The French King took another sip of tea, "Before that guy comes, let's discuss how to use the Holy Land to collect money? Do you think the Holy Land has signed up a hundred times?" What about the idea of ​​buying a private photo of the Karmapa? I think I can feel wronged."

"My lord, please don't discuss such vulgar things at this time? Can you change the subject, for example, what is the messenger here for?"

"Because of the fate of chaos. The task of the mediator is to clean up the center of the fate of chaos. His essence is a machine, which is used to analyze the source of the chaos of fate and clean it up."

"The center of chaos,

Do you mean Charles? "A bishop asked suspiciously.

"That idiot? No, he's just a pawn of the gods. He just happens to be a child of taboo, has the backhand of the God of Prophecy in his body, and is about to become the container of the God of Prophecy."

The eleven bishops lowered their heads silently, their hearts filled with confusion.

Looking at the silent crowd, His Holiness laughed again: "Are you confused about what the gods want to do and what I want to do, right?"

The eleven bishops looked at each other and nodded.

"It's a bit long to explain this question. Let's start with the essence of prophecy. There are two kinds of prophecy. One is to reveal something that will definitely happen in the future according to the current situation; the other is to tell you to meet certain conditions. If so, something else must happen in the future.”

"And all prophecies are controlled by the God of Prophecy. Therefore, although this god is not strong, he can still become one of the twelve main gods. Through prophecy, he can control everything in the world and assist the gods to control the human world .”

"However, an accident that the God of Prophecy did not expect happened. This incident led to His fall sixty years ago, and then allowed me to successfully restrain the gods in my current position. But the gods will definitely not let it go Yes, and Charles is the container that the gods jointly pushed to push it to this position. As long as Charles completes one more feat, he can reach the final step of becoming a god."

"And the moment he conferred the godship, the God of Prophecy will replace him and resurrect him."

After listening to these words of His Majesty, the bishop present only felt a chill.

This is the anecdote that the Dharma King only knew. Now that Dharma King directly said it, they shuddered at the meaning behind it.

Finally, a bishop asked tremblingly, "Then, what do you want to do?"

"Fengshen, but it's not me, but another person. I don't want to go back to the era when human beings were played by the gods. I know that you are more or less connected with the gods, and received a lot of money from the gods. There are many benefits, and each of you has contributed a lot to Charles getting to where he is today."

The secret of the bishop present was suddenly revealed, causing cold sweat to overflow from everyone's robes.

Finally, a bishop couldn't bear it anymore, took out the hidden long sword from under the table, and immediately swung the sword.

He secretly signed a contract with the gods, allowing himself to reach the level of a sword master.

The restriction signed with the God of Space allows his swordsmanship to directly hit the opponent regardless of the distance of space.

The sword light that spanned the space instantly struck the old man's face, making the attacker couldn't help showing a look of joy.

But immediately, this joy turned into despair.

I saw the old man frowning, he pinched the sword glow with just his brows, and twisted it into pieces.

Loosing his brow, he said to the shocked assailant: "Put away your sword, I can think this is just a joke. When I assassinated someone, you were not born yet."

After waving his hand, he said to the others: "You must be very curious, why did I let you live until now? It's very simple, because you are still useful."

He took out the twelve books he had prepared, distributed eleven of them, and kept one for himself.

The bishop who was present opened the book curiously, and found that the book was 300 pages thick, and each page was full of names.

Before they figured out what the book was for, the holy image above their heads began to glow violently. A little girl with white hair nearly two meters long was born from the holy image, holding a balance, and then fell to the ground. conference table.

The moment she appeared, the silver-white hair seemed to have life, wrapping her body and appearing in front of everyone.

The silver-haired little girl had no expression on her face, her indifferent demeanor was like a statue, silently looking at everyone present.

She slowly swept across the crowd, and every bishop she saw lowered her head in fear.

Even if the other party doesn't say anything, everyone can understand from the other party's aura that the other party is the apostle and mediator of God.

After looking over everyone present, she turned to King Roland: "Help me, King, I need you to help me find the center of chaos."

"Don't worry, don't worry, let's go down the procedure first and let everyone present introduce themselves."

"...The request is reasonable, I am the mediator."

"Okay, that's my turn."

Coughing lightly, King Roland picked up the book in front of him, turned to the first page, and began to read his name: "My name is..."

The long time to read the name has begun.