This Group of Players Are All Slimes

When he walked into Camp No. 1024, Jin found that the people here were basically complete.

The spacious small square was full of people. There were more than ninety people in the past. Fortunately, I was not the latest one.

The guy here doesn't look like a good person at first glance, the type who will never kill by mistake with a heartless sword.

Kim, of course, feels like he's all the same.

As a former treasure hunter, Jin has also done wrong things and engaged in some unseemly activities, so he didn't dislike each other as evil existences, so he found an open space and sat down.

Just as he was about to observe the surroundings to gather information, a little boy sitting on his left smiled and said, "Don't worry, everyone is not a good person. Doing bad things is as easy as breathing, so the task assigned to us is definitely not charity."

Jin looked at the fourteen-year-old boy, and extended his hand in a friendly way: "Jin, a former treasure hunter, trained in the dream of reincarnation in Sin City."

"Little boy, growable puppet."

Jin watched the little boy curiously, but couldn't tell the difference between him and a real person.

The Little Boy series is a new puppet device developed by Slime, and it is the second generation of Valkyrie.

Their individual abilities are not very strong, but because they use the collective mind, they can evolve at a high speed on the battlefield. Every death means the return of the individual, which makes their collective mind stronger.

Different from the nearly perfect shape of Valkyrie on the battlefield, the little boy looked very ordinary, with slightly messy hair, a face with freckles, and warm and slender hands, all of which made Jin feel that the other party was a little boy, not a weapon of war.

But when Jin saw that the other party easily took off his arm and showed himself the magic rune on the cross section of the arm, Jin completely believed that the other party was a puppet.

"Nice to meet you, sir." Jin said again friendly.

"I'm also very glad that someone here knows that my military rank is higher than yours, and I really can't talk to those barbarians. Do you want some snacks?"

Jin was about to take it, when a thick and big hand suddenly reached out and snatched the candy from the little boy's hand.

"Don't eat, you idiot." The two-meter-tall muscular man exposed his upper body, his chest muscles rubbed with olive oil released a dazzling light under the sunlight.

The candies thrown aside by the strong man began to emit black smoke,

After that, it started to burn again and exploded on a small scale, turning into a thick smoke and dissipating slowly.

The strong man sat next to Jin, pointed to the little boy and said, "This guy has a problem with his collective mind. The group of slimes definitely added something that shouldn't be added when making it."

"Very dangerous?" Jin asked curiously, "Do I need to chop him up now?"

"No, they are still very reliable on the battlefield, but it is best not to have too much contact with him in private. I am Mather, a follower of the Roland Church, and one of the twelve apostles of King Roland."

Kim was in awe.

When Luo Lin first joined the rebel army, he had twelve most devout believers. The muscular man among their muscular men was the fiercest man among the strong men.

"It's really an apostle. Stop, every muscle in your body has its own muscle; what flows in your blood vessels is not blood, but protein; you only do one kind of weight training, which is handstand, because there is no equipment that can be more effective than your body; the way you preach is all with fists, because you can directly hit the creed into each other's brains."

Seeing Jin's devout eyes, Mather frowned and asked, "You don't believe those rumors about us are true?"

"Hey, I quite believe it."

Looking at the puzzled Jin, Mather felt that he must not be asked when making decisions in the future.

After taking a swig from the water bag full of wine, Mather threw the water bag to Jin and asked, "Do you know who is in charge of us this time?"

The little boy who had been hanging on all this time asked suspiciously: "Commander, what command? Isn't it instinctive to destroy, what command do you want?"

Mather swung his fist and smashed the little boy into the ground: "Don't interrupt, and I'll beat you!"

"Can you warn me next time!"

Seeing Mercer's skillful appearance, Jin felt that at least the last rumor was true.

Sitting down again, Mather explained: "We operate in units of 100 people. Each group of 100 people will have a commander, and they will carry out different tasks under the command of the commander. Different commanders will have different operational tasks. I hope our commander is a good guy. If possible, I hope it is Lucifer, and the worst is the Crazy Girl, and it will not work."

"I would prefer to be ordinary." Jin said calmly, "I always feel that the other party is very reassuring."

"I hope it's the professor," said the little boy who was buried in the ground, "so I have a chance to kill him."

The three guys chatted for a while, and unexpectedly found that they were quite chatting with each other.

King is a bit dull and mostly silent, but some ideas seem to have been accumulated over hundreds of years, unpretentious but very useful.

Mather's thoughts are a little violent, but his thoughts are very kind, and he can listen to him in most cases.

The little boy was the active member of the three, and he started the conversation in most cases.

After chatting endlessly for a long time, a slime came up bouncing up.

"Sorry, I'm late, I'm your conductor, editor."

Mather was startled when he saw the editor in front of him.

Jin looked at Martha suspiciously, and then asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this slime?"

Mather smiled wryly: "There is nothing wrong with his ball, but it has something to do with his ability. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. The editor is a rare slime who has a divine weapon, and his own strength is also ranked first among the slimes. So, the task assigned to him is definitely not ordinary."

"It doesn't matter, I won't die anyway, and I'll be a slut after returning." The little boy said nonchalantly.

"I don't care, death is already very indifferent to me." Jin said flatly.

Mather looked at the two guys helplessly, feeling that they were more difficult than the other.

In the front, the editor briefly introduced himself, and then said: "Right now, we have a total of thousands of teams performing different tasks. Let me talk about our overall strategy first, which is the decisive battle. According to the information we have obtained so far, the gods intend to expand the war. The more deaths, the better for the opponent. Therefore, we must constantly protect humans, unite the demons, and then find and destroy the opponent's headquarters as soon as possible. The task assigned to me is very difficult and at the same time very tormenting. If you want to quit, then you can leave now. Back Headquarters redistributed."

Someone hesitated for a moment, got up and left, but most of them didn't move, they just watched the editor silently.

After finding that most of them were left behind, the editor smiled, then took out his faith, and motioned for everyone to take one.

After everyone got the envelope, the editor said again: "There is a painting in this envelope, which is a concept created by the divine painter combined with his own spiritual power. After you take out the painting and read it, you will never disobey my order until the end of the war. Then I will ask you for the second time, are you still willing to open it?"

Some people got up and left after hesitating, and there were only thirty people left.

After all, no one wants to give their life to others.

"Very well, then the rest of you, open it."

After confirming that everyone has seen the painting, the editor solemnly said: "Then, it's time to show my ability."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly drew out his sword and cut off the head of Jin who was closest to him.