This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"These players are all slimes ()"!

The bishops began to discuss enthusiastically, and planned the list, ready to choose the right person.

For them, it is also an honor to make the person they recommend become a brave man.

Looking at the bishop who knew nothing about the truth of the world, King Roland was both sad and relieved.

It is a kind of happiness to be able to die when you know nothing.

According to the will of the gods, as many as half of the bishops present will die, and these fresh faces are likely to die in the war, which makes him feel a sense of sadness from the bottom of his heart.

But he couldn't say anything.

The monitoring of the gods is everywhere, and once it is spoken, they will be able to detect it immediately and start further slaughter.

Appreciating their tangled and painful appearance is also one of their pleasures.

After three days of discussions, a list was made.

Galloping on the battlefield, the general who returned home after a hundred battles.

The sword master with superb swordsmanship and invincible.

A secretive and mysterious assassin who comes and goes without a trace.

...

These people are all in their twenties, and each of them is a person who has reached the peak in the corresponding field. Even if he cannot become a brave man, he can still become a brave man's effective partner.

Seeing the list selected by the bishops, King Roland weighed it and felt that the list was very heavy, so heavy that he could hardly hold it anymore.

Knowing the truth about the brave, he knows that almost everyone on the list will die, and only one brave will survive in the end.

They will become the food for the brave's strength, the motivation for the brave to defeat the devil, and even the scars in the brave's heart that can never be erased.

Every period of the war between the devil and the brave has its specific meaning.

Perhaps it is the outbreak of irreconcilable contradictions between humans and demons.

It could also be the anticipation of gods and demons fighting against each other.

But now the war is easy,

It's nothing more than a little gift from the gods to the demon gods, and the distribution of benefits among the gods.

Dividing up the seven demigod quotas created by the Demon King, and giving one of them to the Demon God, so that they can settle down a bit, this is the meaning of this war.

As humans and demons, they are just chips to complete their dirty deals. As for how many people will die, they don't care at all.

"That's it." Pushing away the list, King Roland didn't want to look at the bloody names on it, "give them the status of brave candidates, and let them start preparing. All countries obey their orders unconditionally, and the Church of Roland will give them enough support. Knights of the Holy Order can also be called."

"Understood, His Excellency the Fawang."

"Is there anything else? If not, I'm going to start preparing for the magic."

"there is none left."

"Okay, then... praise the gods."

"Praise the gods."

After everyone left, King Roland sat helplessly on his seat, covered his head, and looked at the list in front of him in pain, as well as the rules of the brave bestowed by the gods.

If possible, he really wanted to throw away this thing emitting divine light, but he knew that it would lead to crazy revenge from the gods.

Just as he was struggling with pain, the door of the conference room was kicked into pieces, carrying a bucket full of milk, a strong man who looked like more farmers than priests rushed in.

He shook off the guards hanging on his body who blocked him, dropped a bucket of milk in front of King Roland, and shouted loudly like a big bell: "Father, are you worrying again! Come and drink milk, I just squeezed out!"

King Roland couldn't help covering his ears, but he could still hear the other party yelling, "Why are you covering your ears? Are your ears hurting! Come here, let me help you! Has any dog ​​bullied you!"

"It's because of you, Rowling."

"You're kidding again!"

"shut up."

"Okay! Shut up! I'm silent! Are you better!"

"You didn't close it at all!"

"Dad, why are you yelling at me! Is there something wrong with me!"

"You did nothing wrong, it was me! I shouldn't have adopted you in the first place!"

"Father, you're joking again!"

King Roland heaved a long sigh.

Why is my adopted son like this.

The other party was full of beards, with fierce eyes, and his collar was open, revealing the curls of heart-protecting hair inside.

Moreover, his voice was so loud that his roar could break the eardrums. He was a character who would be taken away by the guards for questioning just by walking on the road.

What's even more incredible is that although the other party doesn't look like he has a brain, he actually has a good brain.

He knows all the scriptures at a glance, and can draw inferences from one instance, and often leaves other priests speechless.

Moreover, the level of divine arts is superb, and he can play all kinds of divine arts with style.

He is proficient in all kinds of weapons, and even runs to the square to be a bard when he has nothing to do. If it is not for his appearance, he is definitely a perfect priest.

"So, why do you look like this?"

"I am very satisfied with my appearance! Don't you think it is very powerful and convincing! By the way, Dad! I have a question! Why is there no one in my church!"

"Look yourself in the mirror."

Sighing again, King Roland found that his mood had inadvertently eased a lot.

Looking at his adopted son, he found that the other party was actually looking at him, his eyes like copper bells were full of complacency.

"Oh, thank you, I can change the method next time. It just so happens that you are here, help me with the ceremony."

"No problem, Dad!"

"Keep your voice down!"

"Okay, Dad!"

King Roland picked up the list and looked at it carefully.

He knows every name, and these names will be written into the sacred scriptures later and worshiped as saints.

The Church of Roland already has twelve such scriptures, each of which is filled with names.

As for the use of such a scripture... He doesn't know, he can't let people recite his name to fight against God, right?

On this list, King Roland saw an extremely familiar name.

One he took his own name from.

Glancing at Luo Lin next to him, he silently licked his thumb and wiped the name away with his saliva.

After double-checking, he put the paper away and took the holy water out of his pocket.

This bottle of holy water is only a small bottle, but the power contained in it is called an artifact.

The refining of holy water is not easy. Not only does it require a lot of magical materials, but also the most important item, which is the remains of the former King Roland.

As the closest person to the gods, each Roland Dharma King will passively accept a large amount of divine power transformation, so as to make their bodies miraculous and become the strongest magic material, the raw material of holy water.

Carefully shaking out a drop of the holy water inside, King Roland dropped the drop of holy water onto the paper, and then prayed silently with Luo Lin.

In the process of his prayer, the rules of the brave from the gods are constantly changing.

It melts into the paper along with the holy water, consecrating the paper and every name on it, making it qualified as an alternate hero.

Although they are just backup heroes, they still have the ability to break through an eighth-level skill, the ability to sanctify their own weapons, the ability to be invulnerable to all poisons, and the ability to have a premonition of danger.

When the total number of standby heroes drops to a certain level, they can also have more abilities.

Until the last person is produced, that person is the perfect hero.

Only then will the other party truly understand the despair that a brave man needs to bear.

After the ceremony, King Roland let out a sigh of relief.

Turning his head, he was about to let Luo Lin go to rest.

But after seeing the brand on Rowling's arm, his expression froze.

That sacred symbol looked like a balance, but in the eyes of King Roland, it looked like a distorted smiling face.

A smiling face laughing at his overreaching and admiring the despair in his heart.

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