This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Neil clenched Golding in his hand, and then slashed at Charles, who was completely demonized in front of him.

Although Charles has been transformed by the mysterious lady into a container suitable for conferring gods, that is, a demigod.

But he didn't get the power of the demon king in essence, nor did he have the support of an old demigod and demigod space, so his body can only be regarded as a pseudo demigod.

In addition, he didn't have much combat experience before, and he spent most of his life thinking about how to intrigue and fight for the top position, which is very different from Neil who actually fights.

Therefore, the scene looks like one-sided bloody abuse.

In the sky, Charles' body was like a rag doll that was crazily bitten by a husky. It was being shattered crazily every second, and reorganized crazily every second. Extremely tragic.

In the end, the speed at which he was broken could no longer catch up with the speed of regeneration, and the final result was that he was completely smashed into pieces.

Stepping on the remains of Charles, Neil walked up to the mysterious lady and pointed the tip of his sword at her.

"Although I know that guy is weak, I didn't expect it to be this weak." The mysterious lady sighed helplessly, "Go, my pet."

Letting go of the fog, the mysterious lady pushed Vivienne out of her arms.

Afterwards, a ray of light rushed towards Vivian quickly, and transformed into a long white sword beside Vivienne.

When seeing the long sword, the puppet-like Vivienne who had almost lost all memory also had a flash of light in her eyes, but she still held the long sword firmly.

The white armor instantly appeared on Vivienne's body, and the concept armed Mi Ruo directly merged with her, making the holy light blooming from her as bright as a lighthouse.

However, the mysterious lady was still a little dissatisfied.

After groping in the black mist, she hooked her fingers lightly, and the power of magic emerged instantly, blessing Vivian's body.

The mysterious lady stroked Vivienne's hair lightly, as if a mother was stroking her daughter before leaving.

"Go, my pet, with your most primitive will to fight, go."

White light flashed.

The entire sky seemed to be torn apart by this white light, and the black air entwined here was instantly split open, revealing a clear night sky.

Before Neil, who was unilaterally abusing Charles, could react, his body was slashed by the brilliant sword light, and he flew directly into the sky.

Neil, who thought he would be seriously injured, was just about to run away, but then found himself unscathed.

On her body, a light armor that seemed to have no quality completely enveloped her.

The entire armor seemed to be tailor-made according to her body shape, and it had no effect on her movements at all.

Afterwards, she felt several concepts released from the armor and blessed her body, producing an effect comparable to magical blessing.

Divine power, extreme speed, unyielding will...

And the Golding she held in her hand has completely disappeared at this time.

Feeling the power pouring into her body, she asked suspiciously: "Mr. Dingle?"

"It's me." Golding's voice rang in Neil's ear, "Fight, Neil. Don't worry about anything, I will protect you."

"OK."

Hitting her fist violently, all the psionic energy in Neil's body exploded, and the faint blue psionic energy mixed with the black light on the armor, multiplying her strength.

"Vivian, here I come!"

The sound of the collision of fists and long swords resounded in the air, and each sound was like a mighty explosion.

The movements of the two were so fast that they were almost afterimages, and they could only see the fragments produced by the collision of the holy light and the magic light in the air, which were as brilliant as fireworks.

The impact of the collision is like a gust of wind, and each blow can leave shocking marks on the ground.

In just ten seconds, the entire castle was smashed into pieces by the impact of the two.

Under the storm-like impact, the Dark Lady looked at the scattered remains of Charles, and then said: "You should also appear, God of Prophecy."

Accompanied by the voice of the dark lady, a translucent shadow emerged on the ground.

He is a gloomy old man with a translucent ancient book in his left hand and two translucent crows resting on his shoulders, one symbolizing the past and the other symbolizing the future.

The surrounding blood began to gather towards him, and began to reshape according to its transparent appearance.

Not long after, the remains of Charles' body turned into a gloomy old man, and ancient books and crows appeared beside him.

He glanced indifferently at the mysterious lady beside him, and then asked softly, "Will you stop me?"

"Boring question. I choose to watch. I've done all I can do anyway."

"Wise choice."

The God of Prophecy took a deep breath, felt the fragrance of freedom, and couldn't help saying: "How long has it been since I felt all this, it feels so good to be resurrected."

"A friendly reminder, you are not really resurrected yet."

"I know, but I can really be resurrected soon. Those useless things were suppressed so severely by the church when I was away."

He glanced indifferently at the scene above his head.

Fate has become chaotic.

But as a fallen god, he can still roughly calculate the future direction based on the existing information.

Omniscience is omnipotence.

And as the god of prophecy who is best at calculating, he has the ability to know the autumn with a leaf, and can deduce the appearance of the former palace through a speck of dust.

"So that's it." He nodded, "The Fawang trapped the mediator, but it doesn't matter, the arrangements of the gods are already in place. Although they are useless, this matter can be handled."

"Next, just kill Ferdinand III and completely purify him. Where is he? Ah, there."

After finding the right direction, the God of Prophecy began to slowly move towards the predetermined direction step by step.

Along the way, he encountered countless battle scenes.

Slimes and knights charged the demons one after another, spilling their blood on the land.

However, they didn't seem to see the mysterious old man, allowing him to move slowly.

He stopped and walked, and stopped from time to time to appreciate the surrounding environment. It was not until the next day that he slowly reached his destination.

Like a transparent man, he walked into the castle, bypassed the soldiers, and finally came to Ferdinand III's room.

Pushing the door open, he looked at Ferdinand III who was panting on the bed, and a slime next to him.

"Hello, Ferdinand III. See you later."

Walking towards the panting Ferdinand III, he was about to snap off his neck when he heard a voice unexpectedly.

"Hello, sir."

He turned his head in surprise and looked at the slime who was talking to him: "Can you see me? Strange, I thought I had completely eliminated my own existence."

"I can't see it, but my intuition tells me that there is a problem here. When I realized there was a problem, I saw you." He took off his clothes and said calmly, "What's your name?"