This Group of Players Are All Slimes - Vol 12 Chapter 67

Although you already know the correct way to deal with this holy book, it is not easy to actually have it.

The compiler of this holy book is definitely a foolish genius. Every word he compiles has a demagogic effect, making every line of words full of foolishness and madness.

With the players’ current strength, it is very easy to destroy the God of Idiot, but it is very difficult to destroy the opponent’s mind.

Destroying a thought requires ten times the strength and a hundred times the time. Unless it’s that kind of obviously wrong thinking, it’s hard to do it in a short amount of time.

And the Holy Scripture of the Idiot God has already claimed to be a system. It is the ravings of the mentally ill, and the dream of the foolish. The craziest and most chaotic content in the world is concentrated here, and it is impossible to deal with it rationally.

Ron tried his best not to understand what was in the tome, but the idiot changed his mind completely.

Just memorizing these contents changed Ron’s consciousness irreversibly.

In the process of reading, he felt that his consciousness became more and more blurred and his mind became more and more dull.

The murmur of the foolish **** rang in his ears, and every note had the effect of evaporating reason, making him seem to see an endless fantasy.

“Stupid, crazy.”

“Abandon reason and you will have endless joy.”

“Join us, join us, join us.”

He felt as if he was dancing on a tightrope on the cliff, and if he was a little careless, he would be blown into the cliff by the strong wind and shattered to pieces.

Every more page he reads, there will be more revenge in his consciousness, and that stupidity is eroding his will, making him think about the abyss of stupidity.

Whenever this time, he will think of a figure.

It was a figure that shouldn’t exist, but he relied on his own imagination to complete it.

The soft world was snow-white, and the exquisitely carved snow field still had the aftertaste after the storm last night. The magnificent scenery was unobstructed in front of him, and a lazy voice sounded in his ears.

“Do you want to explore again?”

“Well, but let’s have breakfast first.”

The uneaten breakfast hung in front of Ron like a carrot, and the male instinct pulled him back from the brink of sanity collapse in time to face the holy book in front of him again.

Wiping away the nosebleed, Ron opened his bloodshot eyes wide and said to himself, “My breakfast!”

When Satan Ye found that Ron had not been out for three days, he suddenly realized something and rushed into Ron’s room immediately.

There, Ron was completely invisible.

The toxin of ignorance is affecting his consciousness, and his consciousness begins to react to the body again.

The whole room was covered with colorful mushrooms, and a large number of spores were spewed here, filling the room with spores of various colors.

Ron at the desk was covered with mushrooms, and a large number of empty jars were piled on the side. They used to be filled with nutritional ointment that could last ten people for a month, but now they were all empty.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ron, covered in mycelium, seemed to be burning ashes, and said motionlessly to Satan Leaf behind him, “I’m done.”

“Ron…”

“I’ve got it, but my rationality has evaporated.”

“I’ll call the professor over here!”

“It’s useless, my brain has been occupied by mushrooms. The God of Idiot has communicated with the outer gods very early. These mushrooms are also a kind of evil. They are similar to ghost mushrooms, but more aggressive. I The mushrooms have been cultivated with the body, and there are my notes next to the holy book on the table. Call the farmer slime over, and they will understand.”

The farmer player Darwin who came in a hurry quickly isolated the place, inactivated the surrounding of the room, and then rushed in with the experimental equipment.

After launching a large number of special skills, Darwin held the experimental data and said: “It has been checked clearly, these mushrooms are indeed ghost mushrooms.”

“But ghost mushrooms are not…”

“Yes, they are peaceful, but that’s our improved version. This version is the mother of the ghost mushroom, which can explain many things about the ghost mushroom, including its origin, its purpose, and so on.”

“I don’t care about that, I only care if Ron survives!”

Darwin hesitated, then said, “Yes, but… he’s not Ron anymore.”

“What’s the meaning?”

“The whole mushroom is a kind of evil, it releases spores, and those spores go into the bodies of demons and humans and start replacing the brain. If we’re not mistaken, this is also one of the backhands of the foolish god, if we can Read and understand the Codex in its entirety, and the mechanism will be triggered. The toxin of ignorance is essentially this spore, give us a little more time and we can figure out how to deal with it. But Ron…”

“What do you mean, Ron is now a priest of the God of Stupidity!”

“Yes. But this is passive, not active. But then, as more and more heads are replaced, his behavior will become more and more like a priest of the foolish god. At that time, He looks like Ron, but he’s become something completely different.”

After listening to Darwin’s explanation, Satan Ye felt a chill in his head.

He tried in vain to come up with a plan from his own mind, but he found that he couldn’t do anything.

But Ron laughed.

Like an elder, he said to Satan Ye: “It’s okay, I am voluntary. Use my body to your heart’s content, I believe you can do it.”

“Don’t say your last words at this time! You can still hold on!”

“It’s useless, my consciousness has become more and more chaotic. In this life, I have known you, the swordsman, Julia, and most importantly, I have met Terra. I have no regrets in my life… I’m sorry, I I lied, and it’s actually full of regrets.”

With a long sigh, Ron twisted his neck, which was already full of mycelium, UU reading www. uukanshu. com looked out the window: “I really want to have breakfast with Tyra.”

After saying this, Ron quietly closed his eyes and chose death.

At the moment when his vitality was cut off, the mushrooms on his body began to spread rapidly, and finally completely surrounded him and turned into a white statue.

In the sky, the Demon King who abides by the iron rules also noticed this side, and then waved his weapon.

The traces of fate were changed, and the trajectory of Ron’s reincarnation was corrected to the right track, turning into a tiny thin line in the long river of fate, linking this reincarnation with the next reincarnation.

Closing the loop is like a gear, leaving enough gaps between the two worlds so that they can bite together as they approach, and eventually merge.

Ron’s departure is full of meaning. He made the ghost mushroom appear for the first time, and he also used his death to bring the two worlds closer.

And that fate is my gift to you.

Go ahead, Ron.

Goodbye, chicken man.