The Gods and Families of the World Are All Slimes

The Principality of Yansheng is in the southwest corner of the Tianlan Continent, which was originally the place of faith of the Falcon God System.

Decades ago, the Falcon God System suddenly disappeared without a trace, and it became a land of no owner.

This situation is not uncommon in the Tianlan Continent, and new gods will often appear, and new gods will suddenly disappear every few decades.

It won’t take long for gods from other countries to come and take over this land.

Xia Quan has been reading history books since he was a child and knows this situation well.

Although the Principality of Yansheng is only a principality, it has complete territorial authority.

Since the destruction of the Tianlan Empire tens of thousands of years ago, this continent has been divided into dozens of large and small principalities.

Tens of thousands of years have passed. Except for some changes in the distribution of land, the composition of the country has not changed at all.

Xia Quan felt that it was because the too frequent deity wars had already consumed everyone's desire for war.

And because of the existence of the superior gods, the rulers of the principality did not have a strong desire for power.

In fact, they are also very clear that even if they have mastered more secular power, they are still just ants in front of the gods.

King power and wealth are just clouds, it is better to enjoy life peacefully.

Xia Quan sincerely hoped that the blank period before the deities intervened in the Yansheng Principality could be longer, so that the people could enjoy more free air.

Once the gods intervene, it means that a terrible battle is coming.

It means death and destruction.

Many people think that this continent is simply a playground for the gods, and a good troubadour wrote an article "The Age of the Gods" circulated everywhere.

Unfortunately, it was quickly burned as a fallacy.

But this argument still spread.

Let the gods belong to the gods, and let the mortals belong to the mortals.

This slogan is spreading more and more widely.

Xia Quan kept silent all the time. He knew very well that in front of the mighty power of the gods, the protests of these mortals were worthless.

It's just some idiots who are dumb in reading and sensationalizing.

At this moment, a chant came from the sky.

The deep, slow rhythm is like a call from ancient times, and it seems that millions of people are singing in a low voice in a certain corner.

There was an endless white mist of chaos on the clouds, and then it quickly materialized and transformed into countless magnificent palaces, towering high in the air.

A huge emblem flew to the ground from the sky, scattered countless rays of light, and cast into everyone's mind.

"Slimes? Is this the name of a newly emerged god?"

Slime?

In Xia Quan's mind, those weak beasts that often appeared in the wild outside the city, and the servants of the family liked to pick up and feed the pigs and beasts.

This **** system doesn't seem to be too strong!

But Xia Quan smiled.

Whether they are weaker and get out of the game earlier, mortals like them will return to their normal lives earlier.

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The area of ​​the Principality of Yansheng is not small, with 63 super cities and 30 million citizens.

Among the many countries in the Tianlan mainland, it belongs to the upper-middle level.

Said to be a duchy, the line of duke has long since disappeared, and now it is jointly governed by the aristocratic council.

This is also the current situation common to most countries across the continent.

The members of the noble assembly have always been the most powerful people in this country.

Especially in the past few decades, there are no gods above the head, they are the heaven of this country.

But not long after the good days, a brand new **** system finally appeared and took over the Yansheng Principality.

Eleven powerful gods were added to their heads at once.

"Slimes God System, Lord of Slimes, God of Ten Thousand Swords, God of Holy Light, God of Scarlet Blood, God of Flames, God of Sheep Race..."

Morris, the 80-year-old speaker, chanted the name of God over and over again.

Starting today, these great beings will control their lives.

All the congressmen looked nervous and looked at the speaker.

"The oracle asked us to build a holy city within three days, waiting for the envoy to come, and let us choose a group of literate and literate people to gather in the holy city.

These things must be completed within three days, if you still want to save your lives!

Don't have a fluke. The power and ruthlessness of the deity is beyond your imagination. "

The old speaker, Morris, has personally experienced the age of the Falcon Gods, and he knows the style of these gods.

In the eyes of these gods, the lives of these mortals are not as good as that of ants.

"Would you like to be so nervous? Lord Morris? Isn't it just some dolls floating in the sky?

Just give them some sacrifices at will. Gods are dogs, and money is food.

As long as there is enough food, I'm afraid they have any opinions? "

It was Daisy, a relatively light-hearted aristocratic youth who was talking.

Only last month did he inherit the position of the councillor, and the position of recharging belongs to his father, Daisy.

Poor old Daisy was so excited during a pleasant after-dinner exercise that his heart burst and died.

After inspection, it was found that he had taken too much medicine to replenish vitality.

"Daisy, don't talk nonsense! The greatness of the gods is not what you can imagine!"

The old speaker Morris scolded sternly.

"Well, isn't it a slime... the gods!"

When he said this, his tone was full of malice.

"Asshole! Daisy, you little asshole, be honest with me! Don't think that if you kill your idiot, you will be on an equal footing with us!"

An extraordinarily strong old man in military uniform slapped up at the table.

He had a very good relationship with the dead old Daisy, because of the bizarre death of old Daisy~www.readwn.com~ He kept seeing Daisy uncomfortable.

The conflict between the two people has never stopped during this period.

"Yes, Uncle Dennis. It's my nephew who spoke carelessly. I'm here to apologize to you!

Well, you can do whatever you want. I have absolutely no objection.

Uncles, I feel a little sick, so I quit early? "

He picked up his hat while talking, and was about to leave.

At this moment, all the old people present glanced at each other and gave each other a glance.

A knife light lit up, and a flying knife passed through Daisy's throat accurately.

Drops of blood fell on the ground, and Daisy looked at the owner of the throwing knife, the 80-year-old speaker Morris, inconceivably.

He couldn't imagine that this old man who seemed not far from death would actually have such strength.

The old speaker Morris took out his handkerchief, frowned, and wiped his palms repeatedly.

It's as if there are stains on the palms that are not clean.

Everyone sat there quietly, silent.

Finally the old speaker gave up his efforts and threw away the handkerchief in his hand.

"Buy little Daisy. Actually, I still like this kid, but it's a pity that my brain is not too smart.

By the way, order to go down, don't let him go too lonely. "

How can a young man like this who doesn't know the importance of a **** know the terrible gods?

In order not to be killed by such stupid teammates, the only way to do this is to start first.

Morris stretched out his limbs, looking extraordinarily young in contrast to his old age.

Being controlled by a deity is of course a bad thing, but there is also a good side.

For example--

Long life, and, strength!

There was a light of desire in Morris' eyes.

He finally lived to wait until this moment.