This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Before dawn, five members of the League of Assassins arrived at Ferdinand III's castle and stood in front of Ferdinand III, who had been up all night.

They were all wrapped in black cloaks, beneath which were concealed hideous weapons, ranging from limes to backstabs.

These assassins all carried the aura of the Evernight Goddess, which showed that they were also favored by the Evernight Goddess in the League of Assassins.

Demonizing such a character, it seems that the Evernight Goddess is willing to spend this time.

Among the assassins, the leader is naturally the black dagger that he saw last night.

His head was turned, but a red line could still be seen on his neck.

It is difficult to restore the place burned by spiritual energy, and the other party basically healed in one night, which means that the other party has used some secret elixir.

Black Dagger bowed to Ferdinand III, and then said politely: We have come as promised, with flowers and fine wine, don't you welcome us with the etiquette of friends?

We are just partners, not friends. Ferdinand III said coldly.

Oh man, that really breaks my heart, I feel like my heart is going to break. Can you kiss it?

The black dagger exaggeratedly clutched his chest, and then violently pulled out a still beating heart from his chest.

He proudly showed off his heart like a little boy, but when he found out that Ferdinand III didn't respond, he had no choice but to stuff it back in embarrassment.

When he stuffed his heart back, a small assassin finally couldn't help it and burst out laughing.

Hahaha, a broken heart is just a metaphor, but he actually took out his heart. I laughed so hard!

Shut up, you idiot! said another tall assassin next to him.

The one who calls others stupid is an idiot!

Shut up, all of you! Black Dagger roared dissatisfied.

After teaching his two subordinates, the black dagger continued to say to Ferdinand III who was wearing white armor in front of him: We have brought our people, where are you?

I'll go with you in person. Ferdinand III said coldly, I don't have many talents under my command, and only I am qualified for such a job.

Black Dagger looked at Ferdinand III in surprise, and the corner of his mouth under the mask opened a distorted arc.

So that's it, I understand. Then you are welcome to join, Lord Ferdinand III.

The six people activated their spiritual energy almost simultaneously.

In the state of burning spiritual energy, they can feel the passage of time suddenly slow down, which is a manifestation of their own reaction force being exerted to the limit.

The distance of three kilometers was quickly crossed by them, and they came to the front of the dungeon almost at the same time.

After stepping into the scope of the dungeon, Ferdinand III immediately felt the erosion of the law of hell.

To reduce the consumption of psychic energy, he let flowing psychic energy surround his body, preventing the law of hell from corrupting him.

He didn't want to become a fallen man because of it.

But other assassins don't have this concern.

They let go of their psionic energy directly, letting the laws of hell begin to erode their bodies, making them slowly transform in the direction of demons.

Once they are successfully transformed into demons, they will have the spiritual power of humans and the flesh of demons, and have the ability to kill and upgrade, so as to become the most important pawn of the dark goddess in hell.

Looking at the five assassins breathing heavily like fish returning to the ocean, Ferdinand III began to calculate the current strength comparison.

His practice system is the knight system, and the strength levels are divided into apprentices, knights, grand knights, and grandmasters, which correspond to the devil's cannon fodder, elites, generals, and monarchs.

Although it is not as strong as a demon in terms of physical strength, knights and demons of the same level can still fight back and forth when their spiritual power is fully activated.

Assassins are not good at fighting head-on. If he is in a state of full spiritual power, he is confident that he can defend against three assassins at the same time.

With five assassins teaming up, he is also confident that he will be able to escape, but it may come at a price.

Moreover, he still has to spend spiritual energy to resist the laws of hell, so a long battle is not good for him, and once he has the opportunity, he must fight quickly.

After all, his goal is not only to explore the dungeon, but also to kill these five assassins.

While Ferdinand III was thinking, the other five assassins had already started to move.

They carefully checked their surroundings and looked at the surrounding environment seriously, not letting go of even a single plant or tree.

Exploring a dungeon is high-risk work.

Among the demons, there are characters full of muscles and hard work; there are also insidious and cunning characters who like to use conspiracy and weirdness.

Deciphering the story from the environment and deciphering the opponent's character from the story is a compulsory course for every assassin.

When the assassins inspected the environment, the players also saw the performance of these assassins through the mushroom signal source placed nearby.

The other party stayed at the western entrance, and seemed to be observing the surrounding environment. The other party found the mushroom, and the other party walked away. Very good, there is no problem with the mushroom camouflage.

Are they wearing skin-tight leather suits? The art looks good, you can add a chicken leg.

The other party has already entered the No. 1 position, Undressing Brother, can we act now?

Taking off his clothes and looking at the image of the six intruders in the air, he pondered for a while and said, Brother Chunai is moving, the target is the one in the white armor. Try... this time... run away...

The player next to him watched as he took off his clothes, and felt that the other party's voice became more and more sluggish, until it finally disappeared completely.

After that, he took off his clothes as if he had lost his soul, and stood there blankly without moving.

Undressing brother, what's the matter with you, what happened? A player hurriedly took off his clothes, kneading them into an isosceles trapezoid and an equilateral triangle.

But no matter how hard he tried, he didn't move after taking off his clothes.

It's probably a line failure. The weak chicken man on the side said thoughtfully, Brother Undress is a bit remote, and signal failures are common.

Then what should we do, the commander-in-chief is gone, and this team battle can still be fought!

The weak chicken man coughed, feeling that now is the time for him to make a name for himself.

Don't worry, everyone, leave it to...

Before he finished speaking, the director on the side immediately stood up and said, That's right, leave it to me!

The weak chicken man was stunned.

Brother, you might as well give it to a monkey!

At least the monkey will look for food when it is hungry, you will only look for the butt!

But other players are not like Weak Chicken Man, who know the director's bad deeds.

In their view, although the director has been making bad movies, he is responsible for the scene layout of the whole plan, so he should know the plan to take off his clothes.

Therefore, they looked at the director expectantly: Director, can we trust you?

Don't worry, I will not disappoint everyone's expectations, and I will definitely complete the task 100%.

Don't be so confident! Weak chicken man couldn't help complaining, Why are you such a bad movie maker?

It seems that the chick doesn't trust me. The director was thoughtful.

Nonsense, my IQ is normal.

Then let everyone choose, whether to believe in me or the weak chicken man.

A group of players looked at each other in blank dismay, then moved silently and stood behind the director.

A few fans of Weak Chicken Man even patted Weak Chicken Man: Chicken Brother, it's not that we don't believe you, but you can kill 0:12 in League of Legends fried fish pond, we can't believe you.

It hurts, old man!

Weak Chicken Man looked at the group of players helplessly, then sneered.

Forget it, let's see how you end up.