This Group of Players Are All Slimes

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"No...no!"

The old priest punched the opponent's mouth, and a bloody canine flew out and landed on the two players in the corner.

He grabbed the other party's collar, looked around at the other people present, and then asked loudly: "Who else saw it, stand up immediately! Standing up now may save you, but it may really be impossible later!"

Watched by the old priest's stern gaze, finally two priests raised their hands tremblingly: "We saw it too."

"What's the first line on the parchment?"

"Trafficking..."

"Abusive..."

"Scum!"

The old priest stared at the two priests angrily, and finally sighed.

There were a total of ten priests present, including himself, but three of them saw the parchment.

The depravity of Roland Church has far exceeded his imagination.

If his speculation is correct, the parchment will appear in the sight of those who have committed the most crimes, and they will start to remind the other party of the crimes they have committed.

And when the crime is redeemed, it is time for the person to die.

The only person they had contact with the parchment was the dead priest, so the parchment should be contagious and spread through the previous corpse.

Just as the old priest was sorting out his thoughts, a priest who saw the parchment suddenly screamed.

Suddenly puffs of white smoke rose from his face, and the cruel smell of meat spread in the small space, making all the priests present feel numb.

Half of the opponent's face seemed to be surrounded by flames, and the nameless karmic fire directly burned his face, causing him to scream in pain.

After the flames disappeared, his face returned to normal, but his screams never stopped.

"It hurts, it hurts! It's still burning, my face is still burning!"

"Pain won't go away,

But will it always stack? The old priest pondered, "No one is allowed to go out, so as not to spread the curse of the parchment!" Now Roland Church can't stand such a toss! Priests, use basic magic on the priest who sees the parchment, be sure to find out the nature of this curse! "

With the gods expressing neutrality, the Church of Roland could only use some basic divine spells, or the so-called Lost God spells.

Some gods have already fallen in the long time, but some of their mechanical parts are still slightly preserved, and they can be called through certain means.

However, most of the lost magic uses the power left by these gods, and many magic that once destroyed the world have long lost their original power.

Using these Lost God spells, the priest present nervously searched for the nature of the parchment, but then frowned in unison.

"I don't understand, it's completely beyond the content of the divine art framework, and I can't understand this part of the content at all."

"How about searching in the direction of the Death Demon God? The Death Demon God is extremely exclusive, and he will not allow his spokesperson to use the power of other Demon Gods."

"No, this power doesn't seem to belong to the gods. And it's not magic, it doesn't interfere with reality."

"Can you guess which layer's rules are used?"

"...beyond the eighth floor."

"How is this possible!" the old priest yelled incredulously, "Isn't that already the realm of the gods! It doesn't belong to the gods, but it surpasses the eighth floor, could it be... the devil! All of this belongs to the devil Conspiracy?"

"Really, I can't stand it anymore."

Hearing this voice, the priests present cast their gazes to the corner at the same time, and then found the professor walking out of the corner.

"Shi, did the slime speak? Is this also the effect of the parchment?"

"Shut up, you scum."

The professor jumped outside and said to the old priest, "It's been so long, haven't you found a problem?"

"What is it?" the old priest asked subconsciously.

"Three people saw the parchment, but only one of them finally broke out. That is to say, the parchment has a chronological order, and it is impossible to jump to the next one before the previous one is completed."

Only then did the old priest notice this, and nodded in agreement.

"And if this reasoning is true, then the death of the previous priest is somewhat doubtful. The last priest who died saw the parchment a month ago, which means that only this one died because of the parchment, then the other priests died because of the parchment. The cause of death is something else. As long as you investigate the body, you should be able to find the difference. Why are you still standing there, tell them to send the body over."

"It's all been disposed of. It's against their creed not to bury them for a long time."

"There are always autopsy records. Hurry up and ask someone to bring them over."

Although it was a bit weird to be commanded by a slime, the old priest still conveyed the order through divine magic, and another priest threw the autopsy records from the outside.

After receiving these records, the two-dimensional code immediately flipped through them quickly, and then said: "Most of the situation is the same as the current situation, but there are differences in details. The only thing that is really the same is the first deceased. And the autopsy records show that this time The deceased participated in the autopsy a month ago because they were all priests of the God of Justice."

"Then it can be concluded that the cause of their death is parchment, and the other dead should be committed by imitators." The professor nodded.

"Why?" asked the old priest and his gang.

"For framing. Splash dirty water on the devil's head to put pressure on the Church of Roland, so that the Church of Roland will agree to the request of the gods. These gods are really despicable, and they can abandon everything for their own purposes. Report this information Give it to Luo Lin, by the way, we are going too, he is our acquaintance."

After the professor gave the order, in a remote alley, a man wearing an ink-stained mask also opened his eyes.

Through the parchment, he could clearly sense the senses of the person cursed by the parchment and see what happened in the room.

"The Lord Demon King's subordinates are here too, they are not easy to deal with."

"It's just a group of slimes, what's the trouble?"

On his face, the mask condensed into a distorted smile, and then said in a bewitching voice: "Belo, I admit that it is interesting to deprive the other party of death, and then continue to torture the other party before the other party atones, but Lord Death Demon I want more than that. Killing, killing! With your skill, isn't it easy to want to kill as much as you want?"

Bello didn't speak, but silently stroked the amulet on his chest, which contained a short section of hair.

"Let the dead pile up like a mountain, let the living cry loudly, let death be everywhere, let the pain spread everywhere! This is what the Death Demon God really wants to see."

"Shut up, I have my own ideas."

"But……"

"I said, shut up."

Pinching a corner of the mask, Bello exerted great force, causing the mask to scream in pain.

"Okay, okay, listen to you, I will listen to you!"

When the mask became quiet, Bello suddenly heard the mask ask, "What the hell is that parchment?"

"I don't know, I found these things in the loopholes in the law layer. They seem to be born with a loophole that can achieve my goal in an unimaginable way. I fused it with the magic of the Death Demon God, and finally born It's parchment."

"It's a good thing, do you mind if I give it to Lord Death Demon God?"

"Whatever you want, don't talk to me anymore, the death of a prominent priest has brought me great strength, I need to digest it well."

"Okay, okay, then I won't bother you, the great back-to-back hero, Master Beiluo."

Bello closed his eyes and began to digest the power fed back by the Death Demon God.

The priest who died was a very powerful figure, and the power fed back from it was also very vast.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Bello could feel the power coming from the void and blessing him, making him stronger gradually.

"Soon, soon, I will see you soon, my love."

Holding the amulet on his chest, he murmured in a low voice.

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