This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The moment the God of Sacrifice fell, the big sister underground also wailed in pain.

"God, why did you leave me? Is this also your test?"

The power belonging to the God of Sacrifice began to dissipate, losing the blessing of the God of Sacrifice, the priests who gained power through sacrificing believers lost their power one after another, and were killed by the soldiers on the spot.

The originally noisy town gradually quieted down, and finally only the sound of Mather's sermons and the occasional screams of believers of the sacrificial god remained.

Snow also participated in this battle. Although he said he was not interested in this place, he was still angry when he saw the tragedy brought about by the God of Sacrifice.

Riding a giant white dog, he directed the mount under his crotch to hunt and kill the fleeing priests.

Although some priests knelt down and begged for mercy, Snow did not spare any of them.

Feeling Snow's anger, the giant white dog showed no mercy, its sharp claws slashed across the priests' bodies, cutting them into pieces.

It wasn't until the giant dog's white fur was stained red with blood that there was no more living creature in sight, did he gradually calm down, and saw Crouching Dragon jumping towards him in a hurry.

Although taking off his clothes does not allow Snow to meet his father, but Wolong knows that there are exceptions to everything.

"Snow, your father..."

"do you died?"

"There is still a breath, he wants to see you."

Riding the giant dog, Snolla climbed onto the crouching dragon and galloped all the way, and finally saw the shadow of the guard among the crowd in the square.

The giant dog jumped into the crowd stepping on the head of the resident, then bent down so that Snow could slide down her forehead.

Claude's injuries were serious.

The blessing of the Nameless God stimulated the last potential in his body and hastened his death.

Ordinary people can recover from this blessing after a few days of rest, but Claude lost the power of the God of Sacrifice earlier, and his old body was drained of everything, and all that awaited him was death.

Now Claude has become older than before, and his strong body is like a shriveled leather case, hanging loosely on his body.

The once goshawk-like eyes were full of cloudiness, and the bark-like right hand was held by Snow's brother.

There are seven penetrating wounds on his body alone.

There are countless other wounds, large and small.

Several priests of the nameless god continued to use divine magic to renew Claude's life, but judging from their expressions, it was all in vain.

If they were in the city of hot springs, they could still try to reshape a physical body, but here, they could do nothing.

"He is a brave man." Mather, who had finished his sermon, held Claude's left hand, and said to Snow who came to him, "During the battle, he didn't take a single step back. Those priests were too powerful, but he blocked fifteen priests by himself. He is a hero."

"I know, but he's not a good father."

Mather turned sideways, handed Snow his seat, and motioned for him to hold Cloud's hand.

After hesitating for a while, Snow still held the withered hand.

Feeling Snow's temperature, Claude on the ground turned his head with difficulty, his cloudy eyes looked in Snow's direction.

"Is that you, Slater?"

"it's me."

"I'm sorry. I... I didn't know how to face you at that time, so I treated you in the wrong way. I hate you for taking my wife, but I love you children. I..."

"I know."

"I want to apologize to you, to..."

"I hate you." Snow said with a blank expression on his face, "I hate the contract you made with the God of Sacrifice in the early years, I hate your indifference to us, I hate your severe criticism of us. I hate that you dare not draw your sword to the culprit God of Sacrifice, but turned your anger on us instead."

"I'm very sorry."

"So, can you die like a tyrant, don't show your father's tenderness at the end! Don't apologize to me! Let me hate you all the time, don't make me want to forgive you at the last moment! Keep cursing us, keep beating us! Keep turning a blind eye to us! Don't let me know that you are our father and I am your son."

"Slater..."

"Don't die! Please, don't die!"

"Thanks……"

Claude loosened his hand weakly.

The founder of the Kingdom of the North, Claude closed his eyes forever today.

This is a very sad thing, but the residents and royal family of the Northern Kingdom have no time to mourn.

They began to hunt down the remaining priests of the God of Sacrifice, destroying his temples and destroying his sacred scriptures.

All the books related to the God of Sacrifice were destroyed, and only one copy was left for the players to use as follow-up research.

Snow's enthronement ceremony was also held very simply. As one of Rollin's Twelve Apostles, Mather was just qualified to preside over the ceremony.

At the ceremony, the delicious food brought by the players slightly diluted the sadness here, and the president of the Merchant Association also arrived here and provided a very generous home reconstruction fund.

Knowing that Snow still met his father, the one who rushed here took off his clothes and didn't blame Wolong, but said that he did the right thing, some things don't need to be so rigid, just be more flexible.

After burying the bodies of the victims together, Mather prayed for all the victims, and erected stone sculptures one by one according to local customs, and buried the remains under the stone sculptures.

According to Claude's will, he was not treated specially, and was also buried under the stone sculpture, but there were a little more flowers in front of his stone sculpture.

On the base of the stone sculpture, Snow himself left a sentence: "He is not a good father, but he is a good king."

He took off his clothes and stood in front of Claude's stone sculpture with Snow, quietly feeling the solemnity here.

"What are you going to do next? King Slater?" he asked after taking off his clothes.

"Call me Snow, Slater always sounds weird."

"Okay, Snow, what are you going to do?"

"I hate this place, but I'm still planning to stay. This place can't live without its own king, so I can't help you with the next work."

"It doesn't matter, we have already found the coordinates of the royal family, and then we can complete it ourselves. Thank you for your previous assistance, Snow. What do you want for your pension?"

"It's nothing, you have already helped me a lot. As long as you have this friendship, it is enough. By the way, there is one more thing, can you help me. I have to do this, and I can't let the stewed dog with red wine know."

"Ah, I understand. I'll let Wolong come with the exoskeleton armor."

Escorted by the crouching dragon and taking off his clothes, Snow passed through the stone carving forest, bypassed a beautiful forest, climbed through a low fence, and finally came to an abandoned monastery.

In the sea of ​​flowers full of flowers, Snow found the person he wanted to see.

"I'm coming, Yulisa."