This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Under the influence of Weak Chicken Man, the relationship between Ron and Tyra is gradually heating up.

It can be seen without using props that the distance Ron is hit every day is gradually shortening, and the number of bloody cases has become less and less.

Just when Ron felt that it was almost time, a bad news came.

The resurrection ceremony of the first generation has been prepared.

A group of people who were ready stood in front of the statue of the first generation, and Ron was among them.

Seeing Ron's current appearance, Lucifer couldn't help asking: "Ron, why are you crying blood?"

"Don't worry about me, I just feel like my youth is gone."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want such disgusting things."

"No matter how disgusting it is, it's mine. Let's not talk about it. Where's Golding in your body? Today you are the main force."

"I don't know." Lucifer scratched his head, "After Talisa fell a few days ago, he never made a sound again."

At this time, Lucifer's right hand shook, and wrote a line on the ground through the sword light: "I'm fine."

"I know you're fine." Ron said dissatisfied, "I'm asking Golding."

"I'm Goldin," the right hand continued, "Talisa's death hit me too hard, so I avoided it for a few days."

Although Ron is quite heartless, he also knows that this is not the time to joke.

Looking at Lucifer's right hand, Ron asked, "She's yours..."

"A comrade-in-arms is also the first to use me. I used to be her weapon, but my strength has been solidified, so I can no longer cooperate with her. We made an appointment to fight each other, but I..."

Golding's state was quite decadent, so much so that he directly said all the things he usually didn't want to say.

Seeing that the ceremony was still being prepared, Ron continued to ask, "Then can I know why you hate the Demon King?"

"Partly because of the restrictions of the gods, they have planted a strong restriction in my body. This restriction makes me hate the devil terribly. On the other hand, it is also because I need the blood of the devil to improve my strength. I am the holy sword, the holy sword Golding, to kill the devil and drink the blood of the devil to make myself stronger."

After a pause, Lucifer's right hand continued to write: "The devil and I actually don't have much resentment,

But apart from obeying the constraints of the gods and letting me hate the devil, do I have other ways to improve myself? "

"Then what do you mean by this now?" Lucifer asked.

"It's nothing, I just feel that everything is meaningless. The person who can use me is gone, and our mission has completely failed. Destroy, degenerate, there is no hope for this world. Not to mention anything else, the first generation of people is a pawn of God, and now you can't even defeat this pawn."

After Golding finished writing, neither Ron nor Lucifer made a sound.

A few seconds later, Ron sighed, "I have no ambition. To be honest, Golding, I thought you were a strong person before, but I didn't expect you to be even worse than a slime."

"I think so too." Lucifer said, "If you don't want to fuck, get out of my body. I don't want to see you useless waste."

"You can say whatever you like. There is no Demon King present... No, even if there is a Demon King, you are not necessarily opponents of the first generation."

While speaking, the ceremony was ready.

A lot of blood was poured on the statue of the first generation, and various readings as blasphemy were read aloud by a group of demons. The resulting resonance caused a lot of black mist to rise from the statue, and wrapped around the completely vampirized Bi Luosi.

This statue only carries the power of the first generation, it also needs a container.

A container that allows him to be resurrected in this world.

Camilla watched nervously the black mist rushing into Bi Luosi's body, clenched her right hand tightly, and didn't even notice that there was blood flowing out.

Staring at the ceremony in front of her, she asked in a low voice, "Are you sure you can save my brother?"

"It's definitely possible." The commander-in-chief took off his clothes and said, "What I'm concerned about now is the future. We need to find the royal family through the first generation."

"Then what?"

"Make a deployment for the future. I haven't figured out what to use as a deployment before, but now I have a suitable target, and our road is still open."

Taking a deep breath, he took off his clothes and looked at the Demon King in the sky.

This is their war, and the devil will not take action.

Although he already knew the result, he didn't know what kind of sacrifice would happen in the middle of taking off his clothes, so he had to be fully prepared.

On the royal side, the arrangement for the royal family has been completed. As long as the false devil king is successfully terminated, the road ahead will be much more convenient.

But their enemy is God God, a real behemoth, a terrifying existence that has crossed countless reincarnations and can search countless planes. No matter how many arrangements are made for such an enemy, it is not too much.

"Devil King, let's work together." He took off his clothes and said in his heart.

When the last ray of black air was forced out, the entire statue shattered in an instant, turning into a pile of tiny black particles.

These pellets are then recovered and given to Iron Torrent to analyze their structure and study why they are so strong.

Of course, that's for later.

What they have to do now is to defeat the first generation.

When all the black air was drawn into Bi Luosi's body, everyone present felt a pressure they had never seen before.

All the sounds around him seemed to disappear, only the loud and startling heartbeat sounded in my ears.

poof~

poof~

Then, taking off his clothes, he realized that it was not a hallucination, but a real heartbeat.

The whole earth seemed to throb, and the whole sky roared with deafening cheers for the most perfect human being who had ever existed.

Amidst the cheers, the people of the first generation were finally resurrected.

The first-generation man attached to Bi Luosi slowly opened his eyes. There was a frightening evil spirit in his red eyes, and his originally slightly handsome face looked extremely alluring at this moment, with a feeling of extreme depravity.

Under the eyes of everyone, he spread his hands, took a deep breath, and said with emotion: "The air here is better. Are you here to welcome me?"

Except for the eighth-level sword master and eighth-level magician, almost everyone evacuated to a safe area and assisted them from a long distance.

This force is enough to subvert a small country, but in the eyes of the first generation, it is as simple as a guard of honor.

The human world is the home of the first generation.

The opponent was eliminated sixty years later because of Lu Fan's own brave profession, with a large number of skills to achieve the goal of instant killing, but now, in the absence of Lu Fan, they can only rely on their own strength to achieve the goal of defeating the opponent.

From the looks of taking off his clothes, it was the first time he saw such a terrifying existence.

The full state of the first generation can even compete with some powerful gods, which is undoubtedly a challenge to the players' own strength.

Withstanding the pressure released by the first generation, he took off his clothes and said calmly: "Surrender, before you suffer."