This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The prophet was still flipping through the book, and said to the half-kneeling first generation: "Speak, you must have your own purpose when you come here to find me, so tell your purpose."

"I……"

"Needless to say, you want to seek my help to defeat those slimes. My habit is really not good. I always ask some obvious questions habitually. Haven't you understood your position after being imprisoned by God for these years?"

"actually……"

"Stop talking, I know you will definitely say some nonsense that the dignity of a demigod cannot be trampled, I am too lazy to listen to it. Don't trouble those slimes, they are closely related to the next generation of devil kings."

The people of the first generation raised their heads suspiciously: "The next generation of demon kings, isn't it this generation?"

"It's hard to explain this process to you. I will participate in this plan in the future. Sometimes I really envy you guys who can't see the fate. It's not a comfortable thing to be spoiled. But I can't help but want to watch it. It's really not a good habit. Sometimes I'm quite envious of God. That guy can obviously see the spoiler, but he resists it."

The people of the first generation carefully digested the words of the prophet, feeling that they understood something, but they seemed to understand nothing.

After closing the book, the Prophet walked towards the bookshelf, turned back after walking halfway, and said to the first generation: "Let's go, I'd better treat you better, anyway, you will be sixty years later... Forget it, spoilers are meaningless."

"What happened to me sixty years later?"

"You'll know when the time comes. Anyway, no matter how you are reminded, you will go that way. Let me find here... Well, here you are."

After receiving what the Prophet handed over, the first generation asked suspiciously: "This is..."

What the Prophet gave to the First Generation was a broken sword.

This broken sword is as cold as ice, the entire blade of the sword has been chopped off, leaving only a finger-wide part remaining on the hilt.

Touching the broken sword, the first generation can feel the power of the sword, even when touching the hilt, he can feel the breath of the sword, the heartbeat of the sword, and even the will of the sword.

Feeling the sword repeatedly, the first generation felt that the sword was simply a part of his body, and he had never touched such a handy weapon.

"What exactly is this?"

"Evil."

The hand of the first generation shook, and the broken sword fell straight down.

The remaining blade was effortlessly inserted into the impenetrable ground, leaving only the hilt exposed.

He understands evil things, after all, after returning to this world, he had already revived once, but was interrupted by that bitch Camilla.

This recovery made him understand a lot of things, including the horror of evil things.

In his view, this thing is like a virus, constantly eroding the origin of this world, and he, who is a part of this world, is no exception.

The Prophet looked at the first-generation person dissatisfied, and motioned for him to pick it up with his eyes.

"Although it is an evil thing, it should have a better name, called the same body of another world."

"How should this be understood?"

"Can you exist in the human world and here at the same time? Forget it, you will definitely say projection. This is similar to projection, but it is a higher-dimensional existence. You can understand that we are all higher-dimensional projections. When projected into this world, it becomes you, and when projected into another world, it becomes this sword."

The people of the first generation immediately understood why they resonated with a broken sword.

Because this sword is himself.

He is the sword.

Picking up the sword again, the people of the first generation no longer resist the call of the sword, but completely merge with the sword.

Closing his eyes, he quietly felt the existence of the sword, allowing himself and the opponent to become one, thus becoming more perfect.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the sword had been restored to perfection, as if it had never been broken.

The complete sword gave him a stronger feeling than ever, making him feel that he is now omnipotent.

Swinging the sword with icy flames, he was excited and asked again: "I think..."

"You want to know how to reach a higher level, right? It's very simple. Every existence has 17 projections, just complete your afterimage. Theoretically, every existence can do it, but in fact, only one guy has done it, and there will be another guy who has done half of it in the future."

"...God God?"

"That's right. I know how he did it, but it's a pity that he has already blocked the road. At that time, he was not as open-minded as he is now. If it was at that time, he would have come to kill me. It's okay, you can leave, go fight with those slimes, and then go to bed obediently."

"Thank you, Prophet." The first generation said respectfully, "I still have..."

"Do you still want other demigods to assist you? It doesn't matter, just go, anyway... Puff, no, no matter how many times I read this spoiler, I won't get tired of it. You can have a good meal first, they are coming soon."

"Coming soon? They can..."

"They have found a way to jump in space from you, and you are not too cautious when you go. By the way, the last sentence must be that the prophet is waiting for you. That's it, I can't wait."

The first generation left in confusion.

Arthas, who was standing at the door waiting for him, looked at the first-generation man and joked, "How, did you get what you want?"

"More than I thought."

Summoning his own weapon, Alsace's pupils dilated directly.

This sword is perfect, just like the meaning represented by the first generation, this sword has also reached the perfection that a sword can achieve.

From Alsace's point of view, the magic condensed in this sword is simply magic itself. As long as one can skillfully use this weapon, any magic can be easily cast.

"What are you doing?"

Alsace, who was woken up by the first generation, found that his hand was pressed on the body of the weapon at some point.

The five fingers on his right hand froze in an instant, and then broke. The fingers that should have recovered quickly did not grow back, but remained in a state of frostbite.

An arc of magic appeared on Alsace's body, but the power of magic interfering with reality couldn't heal the wound on his hand at all, leaving the wound there forever.

Alsace even tried to take off his right hand and regenerate it, but the regenerated right hand was still frostbitten.

"Interesting." Arthas stared at the sword. "The concept it carries is so interesting. Forcing things to be destroyed, this sword is really interesting. Can you lend me this sword for a while, I'm going to do some experiments with it."

"If you know the truth, you will know how much your request is too much. Let's go, call the demigods with me, we are going to play an interesting game."

"what game?"

"A game to meet the challenger."