This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"Mystery."

Throwing this piece of paper aside, 3l did not generate a millimeter of interest.

He doesn't watch the plot party, the favorite thing to do in all games is skip skip and then skip again, he basically has no interest in what happens behind the dungeon.

Letting this thing take off his clothes and analyze it should be able to analyze something, but he only cares about whether he can kill people.

Having recovered some of his strength, he got up, biting his rusty sword and preparing to move on.

Suddenly, a series of footsteps sounded.

Afterwards, a young man wrapped in a gray robe appeared here, looking at 3l in the lounge with interest.

The young man looked no more than twenty years old. Although he was wrapped in a gray robe in the style of an administrator, he did not wear a badge on his chest.

The opponent's footsteps were light and steady, and the distance between each step was similar, showing a strong control over himself.

Looking at 3l in the lounge, the young man smiled and said, "It's really rare, there is actually a slime here, is it the demon king's servant?"

"There's nothing wrong with your understanding."

"Let me introduce myself. I am the royal family, number 117. Although it is not as good as the top ten adults, it can be regarded as a relatively ancient royal family. I am the administrator here. Do you need any help?"

"I wanted you to help find someone, but forget it now, I just want to fight with you."

"I'm a pacifist." The young man still said with a smile.

"It's full of stench, you've been thinking how to kill me since you saw me. What a coincidence, I have the same idea."

"Is it exposed?"

The figure number 117 disappeared instantly, and reappeared in front of 3l.

The weapons of each other collided with each other, and the bursting sword lights flew around like sparks from stars.

After one blow, number 117 quickly backed away, and a wound from left shoulder to right waist almost split him in two, leaving only a little muscle connected.

Even so, number 117 still smiled happily: "It's so refreshing, how long has it been since I saw a guy like you? The work in the library is really too monotonous,

Balancing red and green factions, feeding Calamitas to evil, I don't like this kind of work at all! "

"Is there overtime pay?"

"Isn't it you?"

Number 117, which was almost split in two, recovered instantly, and then rushed towards 3l with a big laugh.

The terrifying impact shattered each other's sword lights, and the resulting impact spread like a tsunami, shattering all the surrounding bookshelves.

Among the papers that filled the sky, number 117 laughed wildly and said, "Sir, if you damage the book, you will be compensated according to the price!"

"How about taking your life with me?"

Several swords chopped number 117 into pieces, and the opponent's flesh and blood fell to the ground, but quickly fused together and became number 117 again.

"The royal family is really troublesome." 3l sighed helplessly.

"There are more troublesome things." Number 117 said with a smile.

He showed his arm, and a series of constraints lit up on the arm numbered 117.

"Come on, let me be more happy! This is the restriction I got from the nameless god, let me, the real sword master, teach you a false sword master!"

"It's really troublesome."

The first time 3l dealt with the royal family was because the other party swallowed the ghost system of the crazy policewoman, and as a result, it collapsed, and then was directly beaten into scum by the devil.

The current self is stronger than the demon king at that time, but he doesn't know how to collapse the royal family, so the last step is out of the question.

Moreover, in this era, the gods are hidden, and one's own restrictions will also be invalidated. It is impossible to kill the opponent's concepts with concepts.

With all external means failing, 3l now only has sword skills.

But isn't this more exciting!

When seeing Lena again, 3l discovered that the other party had reached a new height.

In the absence of gods and constraints, the human being can surpass the limits of human beings by his own strength, thus reaching a new height.

3l is envious of that height.

He wanted to catch up, stand with Lena, enjoy the beautiful scenery above, and share the hardships along the way with Lena.

Removed the psychic armament, handed over all instincts to swordsmanship, number 117 with full frontal firepower of 3l.

Now, brighten the sword!

Lu Fan was not idle when the two sword masters were attacking the library.

And the invited magician directly used his special skill, refraction.

The avatar of the demon king Lu Fan was summoned from the human world in seventy-five years, and ruled in the king's city.

The artificial sun went out in an instant, and the entire royal city was shrouded in darkness, as if it would never wake up.

The royal family with the top 10 numbers felt the terrifying coercion for the first time, and appeared in the sky in an instant, facing the devil in front of them.

At this time, Wangcheng's hole cards were revealed one by one, and countless defensive magics lit up layer by layer, protecting the Wangcheng.

The imitation star cannon and other weapons that Lu Fan had never seen before had finished charging, and the muzzle of the flashing fluorescent gun was aimed at Lu Fan in the air, ready to launch at any time.

Faced with such vigilance, Lu Fan just smiled lightly.

"good."

To be able to do this in this era of hidden gods, this group of royal families is really good.

It is worthy of praise.

The magician's refraction time is limited, so Lu Fan only has one shot.

However, once is enough.

Condensing the sword light with bare hands, Lu Fan released his attack directly at Wangcheng.

The thick defensive barrier shattered in an instant, and the mysterious power below could not resist this sword light at all, as if the ice and snow under the scorching sun melted instantly.

A god as pure as glass emerged from the center of the royal city, and millions of believers of the nameless god stood up under the urgent call, collectively calling on their gods.

Under the effect of this large-scale ceremony, the nameless god controlled by the royal family now stood on the opposite side of Lu Fan, and began to protect the royal city with his power.

Countless divine powers were burning, and the mighty power of the gods and Lu Fan's sword light canceled each other out and turned into a series of nothingness.

After the sword light was completely neutralized, the emotionless god took a deep look at Lu Fan, and then disappeared without a trace.

Lu Fan also stopped moving.

Although Refraction can invite its own body from the human world, but the body will consume evil coins every time it takes action, and they don't have so many evil coins in reserve.

Now, being able to maintain one's own image is already the limit, and any further action will expose her.

At this time, number 1 had the opportunity to fly up and half-knelt in front of Lu Fan.

"I salute you, the great, noble and eternal Lord Demon King."

"I thought you would ask me why I attacked the royal city."

"Everything you do is sacred, and we will not have any doubts."

"It's really good to pretend, I just want to remind you, some things, don't go too far."

Abandoning this unclear sentence, Lu Fan directly lifted the refraction, and returned to seventy-five years ago, only the puzzled number 1 remained.

This vague sentence is equivalent to drawing a red line for the royal family. There is no indication that there are references everywhere. This will make the royal family think whether they have touched a certain scale of the Lord Demon King.

And number 1 does think so.

She thought over her recent actions over and over again, and then said helplessly: "Notify the library, don't embarrass those people."

"But Winston is..."

Number 1 looked at the desecrated library tangledly, and finally shook his head: "It doesn't matter, it's the devil's will. Notify number 117, don't chase after him."

Number 5 quickly contacted Number 117, but then shook his head regretfully.

"It's useless, number 117 is dead."