Invasion of another world: starting with slime

He San strode across the line in front of his hometown.

God was right in front of his eyes.

A smile suddenly appeared on the gloomy face of the hometown. It looked strange, but it seemed to be able to feel the pure sincerity.

"Congratulations, you won."

He San was just trying.

With his current situation, there is a great chance of trial and error.

But this is like a child's play house.

He San walked to the front of the hometown, crossed that line, and nothing happened.

There is no mystery about the hometown.

Just like returning the No. [-] core area, he gave the bodies of the twelve gods to He San.

This caused He San a lot of doubts, but before he could open his mouth, something happened.

In the originally gloomy hometown, the scarlet vertical pupils suddenly slackened.

Blood red eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to be a different person.

A killing intent pervades the whole body.

Even He San's heart trembled.

This is the killing intent from a supreme god.

Homeland waved the slender wand in his hand, and stabbed at He San who was only here.

Not surprisingly.

The slender wand pierced He San's chest and lifted him up.

At this moment, he couldn't even recover his real body.

All kinds of talents and abilities cannot be used, as if suppressed by some extremely high authority rules.

There was real pain coming from the body.

This pain not only acts on the body, but even involves the soul.

The shadow of death enveloped He San.

This was the first time he felt pain so clearly after he came to this world.

For the first time, I felt that death was so close to me.

He stared at his hometown with scarlet eyes.

Could this be the method of the God of Deceit?
However, the hometown has the ability to kill itself instantly, so why bother.

He San suddenly thought of another name for his hometown.

The god of mischief.

Speaking of it, this really looks like a prank.

He San had just devoured the body of the demon god, and his strength had soared, and it was the time when he was in high spirits.

He just woke up, and he also received a letter from his good brother, as well as news of the wedding.

Then he easily rescued the No. [-] core area.

At this time, it is necessary to send them back to their hometown in the No. [-] core area.

No matter how guarded He San is, he will have some good feelings.

To ask a question, return the No. [-] core area, and create an image for him that the deceitful god in front of him is not like the cunning and insidious image in people's legends.

Even through his external appearance, He San has a great sense of contrast, which strengthens this personality.

Then come up with generous rewards to attract, and make a game with unknown meaning.

Make yourself feel that the other party is just looking for a reason to give you the bodies of the twelve gods.

Until he crossed that line, he was still on guard.

But when the other party really handed over the bodies of the twelve gods to him, it was also the time when his guard was lowered.

There's just one thing that He San still can't figure out.

He San stared at his hometown.

"why?
Could it be a prank? "

He San could clearly feel the loss of his vitality.

It's just that the vitality of one's inner self is too huge, so it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

But at the current rate of loss, death is only a matter of time.

The hometown didn't answer, and his eyes were still glazed.

The arm holding the wand suddenly trembled, bringing Hometown's entire body trembling.

Circles of black and red distorted energy continuously flowed from Guli's body, along the wand, to He San's chest.

These strange energies, like viruses, crazily destroyed He San's body.

At this moment, Lu Mingze, who disappeared when his hometown appeared, jumped out.

The pitch-black flame burned on his body surface, and the space became distorted.

"Hometown! He can't die!

If he died, there would be no more hope in this world! "

The hometown is still expressionless.

Seeing that Lu Mingze couldn't move, his whole body was full of flames, and his whole body turned into a black fireball, crashing towards his hometown.

With the scorching heat blowing towards his face, he turned his head and glanced at Lu Mingze.

Raising his left hand, a mass of darkness appeared.

It seems that all the shadows between the sky and the earth are contained in this darkness.

The hometown just waved lightly, and the shadow hit the fireball transformed by Lu Mingze.

The two collided, and everything was silent.

Lu Mingze was bound by the shadow, the flame was extinguished, and he showed his original appearance.

As the red and black energy continued to destroy, He San's consciousness gradually became chaotic.

He felt his consciousness sinking to the bottom of the ocean, but not suffocating.

The dark seabed is empty and boundless.

The gray light hangs down from a very high place, like sunlight remaining through the sea.

As he kept falling, he seemed to hear some voices.

"do not die!

do not die!
do not die! "

The voice was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

"This is your journey, I will stay here!"

It's very familiar and seems important, but I just can't remember it.

"Sleep, sleep, everything will disappear!"

He felt like there were countless big hands dragging him down quickly.

He began to feel bewildered, then sleepy.

Suddenly, he felt suffocated, and countless sea water poured in, making him wake up suddenly.

Under his feet, a white magic circle has been shattered, struggling to support his body.

And under the magic circle, there is an endless abyss.

He remembered.

This is the same life contract between him and Fu Lingxue, and the first voice is also Fu Lingxue's.

So, who is the second voice?

Just when he turned around, a light blue phantom appeared in front of him.

It's like a holographic projection in a movie, and it's like a realized soul.

It was a middle-aged man wearing glasses and looking a bit old-fashioned.

"teacher!"

He blurted out.

This is his teacher, the founder of the Ethereal Project.

"He San, this is your journey, I will stay here.

Waiting for your return. "

There was encouragement and trust in the eyes of the middle-aged man, which made He San's soul tremble.

Just when he wanted to get close to the teacher.

The light blue figure disappeared with the wind.

At this moment, the white magic circle under his feet began to shatter continuously.

Only then did he see clearly that countless pitch-black arms stretched out from the abyss, tearing at the magic circle, trying to drag him into the abyss.

He San looked up at the sky, looking in the direction of the light.

The originally gray deep sea suddenly burst into light.

A pair of eyes, hanging nine days high, stared at He San.

"That is, my eyes!"

Under the light, the pitch-black arms fled in a hurry and retracted into the abyss.

He San opened his arms, as if a pair of wings had sprouted, soaring into the sky.

In front of his hometown, He San suddenly opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of pure golden pupils.

That is, the eye of God.