"This group of players are all slime novels ( Find the latest chapter!

"God? No, I'm just an interested researcher. Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and devour me! Show how you can play! I rarely have the opportunity to play with the gods like I do now!"

"Crazy man!"

"If madness can bring me closer to the truth, then I will embrace madness! Hurry up, how are you going to eat me? Directly read the memory, through the hallucinations, is I crazy, or simply use physical means to make me feel pain!"

"Why do you know these methods better than me, you still say you are not a god!"

"It is said that I am a researcher, don't you understand human words!"

"Are you still a human! Forget it, it doesn't matter, no matter what you are, I will devour you."

The white light began to try to invade the professor's thinking, but he soon discovered that the other party's thinking was protected by a thick fortress and could not invade at all.

After all, he is just a new god, a **** born from the body of the dead Dawn Demon God. The methods that various gods should have have been engraved in his instinct, but knowing and how to use them are two different things.

After a new **** is born, there will often be other gods as his guides, taking him to the temples or the Pantheon, arranging his place of residence, and helping him to acquire the necessary common sense.

How to torture mankind, how to please God, how to walk among the various forces and obtain benefits, these will be obtained in the first period of time.

But the **** of dreams is an exception.

Although he was the gods, he was born from the body of the demon **** of dawn. In addition, the **** god did not like the content in the dream very much, which caused the guide who originally guided him to not appear.

In other words, he is now like an orphan without a father and no mother, and everything needs to be explored by himself.

Just like now, he knows that being sacrificed can slightly strengthen his own strength, but he doesn't know how to open the professor's ideological barrier.

After all, the professor has a wealth of theological knowledge, and after obtaining this knowledge, his first experiment object is not others, but himself.

He is like a mad scientist, madly experimenting with all kinds of knowledge on himself, eventually leading to him not having the power of a god, but in some places, he has partially transformed himself into a god.

The **** of dreams kept trying various methods, using his weak divine power to try to pry away the professor's thoughts, but he couldn't do it anyway, and instead consumed some of his divine power.

"Forget it! I'll eat two and two first... Damn, why can't you eat anything! You obviously have your own will, but why can't I find your soul."

"Isn't this normal? Different worlds have different jurisdictions. We... Forget it, don't talk about it, let's talk about crossing the boundary. I think you don't understand the means of the gods at all."

"Just kidding, I know it! No one knows God better than I do!"

"Really~"

"Ahhhhh! I must kill you bastard!"

The professor quietly watched the light scurrying around him, like the light of a supernova explosion constantly bombarding his own thought barriers, but he couldn't penetrate anything.

After yawning, the professor felt a little bored.

I thought I could get some good data this time, but I didn't expect it to be just a kid.

But on second thought, this may also be a good opportunity.

By cultivating this **** little by little, you should gain more knowledge about the **** in the middle, so that his research can go further.

Therefore, he stopped provoking the **** of dreams, and instead showed a harmless smile.

"The **** of dreams, do you want to know the correct way to use divine power?"

The attack of the God of Dreams stopped abruptly.

The white light next to the professor began to sway constantly, fully demonstrating the new god’s hesitation, and finally swayed and said, "Yes."

"Very well, then, let me teach you. First of all, you need to start with the most basic means of the gods, information perception."

When the professor started teaching, several priests also gathered around the altar, watching the changes in the altar in horror.

This is their first sacrifice to this god.

Most of them were unsuccessful candidates from other sects. They were not very talented and did not speak well, so they were expelled from the previous church.

After receiving the call of the **** of dreams, they immediately invested in the **** of dreams and prepared to use a sacrifice in exchange for the favor of the **** of dreams.

Because they didn't have much experience in sacrifice, they felt that this was the end after seeing the stone altar beginning to release colorful light, and they could still hear roars from time to time.

"The gods are here, what have we sacrificed in the past?"

"Didn't the sacrifice manual say that as long as you are conscious?"

"Which edition is yours. The edition I read says it must be a humanoid."

"Your version is outdated. The version I read shows that it must be something that can be cooked."

"Why is my version of mead?"

Seeing these priests constantly arguing over the sacrifices, the elves on the side unlocked the shackles between Wang Lang and the QR code, looked at the pedestrian and said, "Although I am not sure, I feel that they seem to be unreliable. ."

"Your instinct is quite accurate." Wang Lang nodded.

"Then what are we doing now?"

"Find something to eat. We brought some self-heating tins. You can taste our food."

On this trip, the three slimes brought a lot of products from the God of Flame Dungeon.

After all, the most indispensable thing in the Flame God City is energy, and a pile of fuel appears when you dig a hole. It is a pity that it is not used for large-scale production of the magic industry.

In the storage ring that Wang Lang carried with him, there were convenient self-heating cans, medical equipment, and emergency magic runes to make it as comfortable as possible for them to travel as much as possible.

The ordinary self-heating cans made the elves burst into tears.

"This stuff is really delicious, but the outer layer of skin is a bit hard to chew, and it will become hot in the stomach when eaten."

"...I think the self-heating canned food needs to be added with a manual. The first thing is not to put the self-heating can directly in your mouth. UU看书www.uukanshu.com"

"This thing is really delicious, what is it made of?"

"Uh... tentacle."

"It turns out that canned tentacles are so delicious. I have the opportunity to eat tentacles every day."

Seeing the other party devouring canned tentacles, a message flashed in Wang Lang's mind.

Grasping this message decisively, he quickly went offline and sent the message to the group offline, and finally realized it suddenly.

He knew who the other party was.

Christine.

Neal's mother, Golding's wife, and the bishop of the Demon Kings sect.

For the convenience of reading next time, you can click "Favorites" below to record the reading record of this time (Chapter 509 I know who she is), and you can see it next time you open the bookshelf!

If you like "This group of players are all slimes", please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.), thank you for your support! ()