This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The fall of a god is nothing to ordinary demons.

After all, the corpse of Chenxi Demon God is still hanging in the sky, and seeing it twice a day, even the most terrifying things are normal.

Besides, sixty years ago, the war between the brave and the devil led to the fall of the true god. Every day, you can see the stars symbolizing the true god falling from the sky, falling like rain, and it will be news when they disappear.

But for believers of this god, this is something more terrifying than the sky falling.

The translator already felt that the divine power on his body was dissipating, and the blessing from the Blood Sea Demon God was dying.

This kind of feeling is like a wanderer who has lost his hometown. His whole family has been wiped out and only his own orphan is left. Deep in his heart is full of the feeling of being abandoned.

"Why, why?" Crouching down with his head in his arms, he muttered to himself.

He kept this posture for three days, finally stood up, and said to Lu Fan who was reading a book behind his back: "Master Lu..."

"Don't even think about it, there is no such obligation. Besides, you stole the ship, threatened and slaughtered my subordinates, this account has not been settled yet."

"Then how can it be finished?"

"Is there any magic stone? The ones on the boat don't count, they belong to me."

The translator smiled wryly: "No."

"Then it's over."

The translator pondered for a moment, and finally said slowly: "I know the distribution of all the artifacts in the blood sea."

"Forget about your previous debt, but there is still a lack of a reason for me to take action."

"I can work for you. If I meet other members of the Blood Sea Demon God Sect in the future, I will convince them as a bishop."

Lu Fan originally wanted to say what I want you crooked melons to do, but he took off his clothes and made a look.

Jumping to Lu Fan's ear, he whispered, "Leave it to me, I'm useful."

Lu Fan watched playfully as he took off his clothes, then nodded and said, "Okay, then I agree to your request, and I will send troops to investigate the matter in the depths of the sea of ​​blood."

After all, according to the prophecy poem, part of the backlash of my karma is enlisted in the depths of the blood sea, so sooner or later I need to go back to the depths of the blood sea.

But now I can blackmail a little bit,

After all, the old man is a devil.

With Lu Fan's consent, the translator finally let out a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lu."

Asking the other party to sign a contract, Lu Fan directly threw the translator to him and took off his clothes.

As for taking off his clothes, frying, frying, boiling, stewing, or licking, it has nothing to do with him.

He took off his clothes and brought the translator who had signed the contract, and went directly to the bar.

This place has completely become a gathering place for players from the philosophy department. Every day if they have nothing to do, they will come here to have a drink or two, and then gather together to chat and chat, and they may come up with a paper after chatting.

Other players would come here occasionally, sometimes to listen to the heavenly scriptures and cultivate sleepiness.

Sometimes it is a bet to see which one can't help but make the first move.

These philosophy players are good at speaking, and their attributes are a bit average, but it doesn't prevent them from being full of martial arts. If they don't talk about it, they just fight. After the fight, they sit on each other and continue to speak.

Seeing the person who came in taking off his clothes, the professor raised his glass sleepily: "Take off your clothes, do you want a drink?"

"No need. I brought a believer here today, and he is also a bishop. You can chat with him."

"I'm not sleepy when you say this! It's rare that a believer is willing to come and chat with us. Sit here."

Pulling the blank translator over, the professor kindly asked, "What's your name?"

"Edmund," whispered the interpreter.

"The young man is quite shy. Don't worry, it's quite big here. There are also snacks and new games. If you're tired from chatting, just take a nap. It won't be a big deal."

Edmund felt a chill when he didn't come.

Especially the look in the eyes of the beast on the other side's prey made him shudder even more.

After the Blood Sea Demon God fell, the blessings on him also disappeared, making him no longer able to calmly resist fear and danger as before.

Now Edmund is like a little boy who has been stripped naked and needs to face the malice from the outside world.

But what scares him is still behind.

After the friendly exchange at the beginning, the professor and others finally tore away the camouflage of kindness.

There are not many believers that the players have come into contact with. Gaia is easy to deceive, and he will be included in the basket after a few chats.

And Neil appears and disappears every day, and now he has flowed directly to the human world, let alone being able to communicate.

Therefore, Edmund in front of him is the best tool to understand the relationship between gods and believers.

Language attacks from professors and others began.

Their questions go straight to the core, splitting the relationship between believers and gods layer by layer, and deconstructing the meaning of the existence of gods and the relationship between believers and gods through irrefutable logical thinking.

Players from the real world have tricky angles, skilled techniques, and endless tools.

Coupled with the language skills inherited from various philosophers, they attacked Edmund mercilessly.

Edmund was able to resist at first, but it didn't take long for him to be at the end of his words, feeling that his knowledge system had been ruthlessly destroyed.

He tried hard to maintain his belief, but all he got was the professor's more forceful ridicule.

Whenever he expounded his belief in the Blood Sea Demon God, the professor and others would knock Edmund to the ground with a more perfect thought storm, forcing him to admit that the professor's theory was stronger.

After three hours of continuous communication, Edmund gave in.

The professor proudly stood in front of Edmund, and issued a winner's declaration: "Admit it, your brain has become my shape!"

"It's really interesting to play philosophy." He took off his clothes and commented on the side.

"That's not true." A player stood aside and echoed, "It's more interesting when you see them fighting and discussing philosophical issues at the same time."

When they were halftime, they took off their clothes and jumped in front of the professor and asked, "Have you discussed anything interesting?"

"Many, for example, he is a mother-controller and likes older opposite sexes. So I plan to analyze the causes of his personality through another theory next time."

"This is indeed a bit interesting, and I'm also very interested. Let's talk about it when we have time. But what I'm asking is another kind of interesting."

"Indeed, we probably understand what a god is."

Guan the bartender borrowed a pen, the professor erased the messy characters on the blackboard, and then said while drawing: "I also participated in the joke of the gods and gods before, and was finally eliminated. After that, we summed up a lot, but finally today There is a more accurate inference. In this game, the god is a machine with emotions."