This Group of Players Are All Slimes

It took a lot of effort for Lu Fan and Weak Chicken Man to explain the characteristics of this milk tea.

That is to say, this is milk tea made with Weak Chicken Man, which contains soul-eating worms. After drinking it, soul-eating worms will grow in the brain? Is it reliable?

You have to try it. Lu Fan said, After being killed by walking corpses, they will also turn into walking corpses, but this thing can protect their heads, and maybe prevent them from turning into walking corpses. Anyway, it's better than dying completely.

Well...it's not impossible. Luo Lin, what about you?

Luo Lin stared at Lu Fan, then at the demon king clone above his head, and then at Lu Fan again.

Pointing to the top of his head, he asked, The one above...

That's right.

Oh, I see. So, can I trust you?

It's hard to say.

Rollins laughed dumbfounded.

Shaking his head lightly, he said, Okay, I choose to believe you. It's so interesting. The Church of Roland spent a lot of effort to exterminate the Soul Eater, but I didn't expect to use its power at this time. Fate is amazing.

After quickly distributing the milk tea to the people in charge of the rear, Luo Lin watched everyone drink the milk tea, and finally felt a little warmth in his desperate mood.

Standing in front, he looked at these brave soldiers and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

They trekked mountains and rivers with him, and crossed countless obstacles, but in the end they had to die here.

They all voluntarily came out to the rear of the palace, and everyone's eyes were extremely firm and pure, which made people feel even more heartbroken.

Biting his lip, he glanced over every soldier, remembering their faces and names in his heart.

Heavy emotions echoed in his chest, and finally turned into one sentence: Survive.

clear!

After drawing out the holy water in his body, he distributed the power of the holy water and blessed each soldier.

A wave of black corpses has come here.

The outermost trenches were submerged almost instantly, and the soldiers inside directly detonated the heartless sword at hand, burying the walking corpses that rushed over.

The army of walking corpses swarmed over the sky and covered the sky. In front of them, the simple trench was as weak as a lone boat before a huge wave.

Explosions sounded one after another, which was the last hymn of the soldiers.

The huge wave of walking corpses did not ease until it broke through the 300th floor, and then there was a long strangulation.

Under the blessing of holy water, under the magic of the priests in the rear, and under the magic of the magicians, the soldiers stood together with their enemies, delaying the opponent's progress with their lives.

The ferry is also proceeding in an orderly manner.

Teams of soldiers ran up the bridge in silence, passed here in an orderly manner, and then began to build fortifications by the river to delay the attack of the walking corpses.

The army of hundreds of thousands was eerily quiet at this moment.

They are like puppets one by one, doing their own things in silence.

Even if their hands were worn out and their fingers were twisted off by mechanical gears, they didn't say a word, just doing their own thing.

faster……

Hurry up!

Every minute and every second, the companions behind are sacrificing, dying, and defending their retreat with their lives.

The only thing they can do is to go faster.

Infected by this silence, the players who came to support also fell silent.

At this time, no one spoke at all in the lively Q group, and the players who couldn't come here for the time being watched the battle situation here nervously through the live broadcast of the frontline players.

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

In the command center of the walking dead, Arthur's father sits on a chair and merges himself with the chair.

The chair is composed entirely of unknown flesh with numerous granulation sprouts on it.

After sitting on it, these granulations can connect the person on the chair with the eyes in front of them, and then share the vision with the walking corpses on the battlefield, so that the commander can get the situation on the battlefield as quickly as possible.

Through the eyes of the walking corpses, he saw everything on the battlefield.

There is a powerful general on the opposite side.

All his tactics were seen through by the opponent, and all tricks were ineffective.

The other party seemed to understand the characteristics of the walking corpses better than himself. When the walking corpses changed, he could always control his motives faster and respond in advance.

It is impossible for the opponent to fully control the momentum of the battlefield like himself.

Then it can only be understood that the opponent is a commander who is much better than himself.

In war, a small gap will have a terrifying impact, and an excessive gap will make people desperate.

Besides, he saw a lot of things.

He saw the warrior who would rather die than retreat, and after the weapon was shattered, he slammed the heartless sword with a smile, and died with the walking corpses.

He saw the soldiers who jumped out of the trenches and rushed to the walking dead in order to save their comrades.

He saw a fourteen-year-old boy entangled with a walking corpse, using his life to delay the walking corpse's attack.

he sees...

Seeing the end, he began to doubt everything he saw.

Is this really an army that can appear in human history?

Are they really the group of depraved people who abandoned their beliefs and joined the false Dharma King?

Sacrifice, fearlessness, dedication...

If that's not the best quality in human beings, what is?

If they are traitors against humanity, then what is not a traitor?

As one of the few alternate heroes of the previous generation who was still alive, his doubts about the gods finally amplified at this time, and then broke out in an all-round way.

Out of control, he stood up directly from the chair, drew out his sword and pointed it at the young man beside him.

Take me to the gods, I need an explanation from them. How can such a warrior be a fallen one?

Why don't you suspect that they were somehow controlled by Rollin?

Stop joking! I'm not stupid, it's impossible for a controlled person to have such enlightened eyes!

Cut...so I hate people who are too smart.

With a snap of his fingers, Arthur's father's shadow swayed behind him and turned into a chain, imprisoning Arthur's father tightly inside.

The difference in strength between each other made Arthur's father unable to break free at all, so he could only roar angrily: What do you want to do!

Let you be quiet, you are my last little prop. Arthur, come here.

The doll-like Arthur came out of the darkness and sat on the chair.

The walking corpse, which had been stagnant for a moment, started to work again.

Their movements became more flexible and their tactics more changeable, which doubled the pressure on the rebels.

Through the eyeballs in the room, Arthur's father stared blankly at the situation on the battlefield, and was surprised to find that his daughter had already surpassed him.

Recalling his stubbornness in the past, he murmured softly: So, am I the one who has always been arrogant?

If only I had found out sooner...

So will the ending be different...

When Arthur's father fell into remorse, Arturia on the front line also felt a little strange.

Staring at the tactical changes of the walking corpses, she also said softly: Strange, the opponent's tactical style is similar to mine.

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