This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Day five of the seven-day plan.

The hypnotist climbed into bed tiredly and prepared to sleep for a while, but was immediately pulled up and thrown into the portal, and sent to the next location.

It was a local lord who was in charge of responding.

He hurriedly caught the hypnotist who rolled out of the portal, and flatteringly said: "Dear Lord Slime, I am the local lord. Although I was serving the God of Craftsman before, please believe me..."

"Stop meowing nonsense with me!" growled the sleep-deprived hypnotist. "Take me to your downtown!"

"Oh well."

Picking up the hypnotist, the lord trotted all the way to the city center, and then asked respectfully, "What do you need me for?"

"Ring the bell, call everyone! Then gather here! Others, next time you add me, you need to gather everyone first, so that I can sleep for an hour every day!"

After everyone gathered, they looked anxiously at the lord in front and the slime at the side, not knowing what would happen next.

The hypnotist confirmed that it was almost time for people to come, so he took out the painting of the master painter from his close pocket, and then projected it into everyone's eyes.

After repeating this process three times, he suddenly imitated his hands, and then raised his left hand.

Almost at the same time, everyone present, including the lord next to the hypnotist, also raised their left hands together, moving neatly as if alone.

"Okay, it's done here, next one."

The portal opened next to him, and several slimes rushed out to grab the hypnotist, dragged them into the portal, and rushed to the next town.

The lord behind him looked inexplicably at the place where the hypnotist disappeared, and tried to wave his left hand, but nothing happened.

"What's going on?" the Lord asked suspiciously.

But immediately, he saw three young girls flying from the sky and landing in the town.

These three young girls look exactly the same, and they are all so beautiful that the most beautiful girl in the town is just a village girl compared to them.

Wordlessly, they took out the huge instrument from the storage ring and smashed it on the place where the hypnotist had been before.

This huge instrument looks like a millstone made of iron sheets,

But it doesn't look like it can grind flour.

After debugging the instrument for a long time, one of the girls said to the instrument: "Hey, can you hear me?"

"Okay, it's clear!"

"OK."

After confirming that there was no problem with the passage, the girl stood up, looked around and shouted, "Who is the leader here?"

"I, I am!" The lord raised his hand quickly.

Jonia looked at the lord, and said sharply, "Take care of this instrument, find a guard to guard it, and no one is allowed to move it. Listen carefully, this thing is related to the lives of all of us. If there is a problem with it, we will all die."

The lord swallowed nervously, and quickly asked, "What is this thing?"

"Magic instrument, one shot can send the entire town to the sky. But don't worry, as long as you don't touch it, then nothing will happen. Okay, let's go, it's time to go to the next town. Those slimes are so capable, why don't you study how to let the storage ring pass through the portal!"

Complaining, the Valkyrie soared into the sky and disappeared into the distance with her companions.

The lord behind swallowed what he couldn't say, looked at the instrument nervously, and quickly shouted: "Keep an eye on it, everyone is on it! I will personally lead the team these days, and no one is allowed to touch it!"

The bomb is of course a lie.

This instrument is a communication tool, but it is not only used to transmit signals, but also used to transmit spiritual networks.

In the past few days, they have continuously deployed instruments in various towns and laid communication tool nodes to every corner.

While the Valkyries were arranging spiritual network nodes all over the world, a group of soldiers found the false Demon King City.

The editor who led the team observed the surrounding situation, then pointed to this place and shouted: "That's right, it's here. Let me see, the loophole should be here."

I patted on the empty place, and a ripple immediately appeared in the air. This ripple continued to expand, shaking like jelly and then gradually dissipating, revealing the real content hidden below.

The strong smell of blood came along with the stench, making the editor and the soldiers behind him frown.

In this operation, the editor did not allow the players to participate, but called some NPCs to investigate here.

The accompanying magician was just about to investigate here, but the editing hand shook his head, indicating that there was no need for it.

The magician looked at the editor suspiciously, and seriously advised: "This is the stronghold of the false devil king. I think we need to be careful to avoid possible ambush."

"It doesn't matter, the false devil Belo is dead, all the gods have been devoured by Seth, and the walking corpses have also become Seth's rations. This place is safe."

"But……"

"Don't worry, believe me, no one knows the false devil better than me."

The prestige of the editor played a role at this time, making the magician temporarily believe that there is really no danger here.

Walking into this stronghold with the editor, the magician found that the editor was very familiar with this place.

He easily found the secret door, marked the traps along the way, and at the same time indicated to the group which way to go is the closest, looking familiar as if he had returned to his home.

The army magician who finally put down his guard had the leisure to observe the surrounding scenery, and then couldn't help saying: "This place is better than I imagined, except for the smell."

"Well, there is a maid who has been taking care of this place, and she is a wonderful person."

"How do you know this place so well? Then where did she go?"

The editing hand looked into the distance sadly: "I don't know, that loophole is too strange, and I don't know where she went. At that time, I thought I would have no future, who would have thought... Ahhh! Why should I cheat myself! Wouldn't it be good to honestly send it to the slime!"

"Thinking about it now, I was wrong from the very beginning! Didn't everything go wrong when I turned down my face and went to the devil? Now how can I pay back so many lives owed! My wife is gone, my father is gone, my brother is gone, and the last time I met my father was still in the artifact. This life is full of tragedies in retrospect!"

"Seth, you bastard, too! If you resist a little longer, you'll be fine! No, the God of Idiot is the bastard, but he's dead too! No, I want to find a chance to resurrect that bastard, and then kill him a hundred times a hundred times!"

The army magician watched the editor rolling his hands all over the ground, and felt that this group of slimes was really getting weirder.

The editor who finally stopped has turned into a black slime.

He panted violently, finally calmed down, then pointed to the huge hole not far away and said, "Let's go, our goal is right there."