Chapter 37 The Prelude to the Battle

Remember [New] in a second! Hearing the news brought by the first generation, the demigods were silent at first, and then began to revel.

They are like mime actors with exaggerated expressions, showing their joy at this time with their bodies to their heart's content, and expressing their purest gratitude to the first generation.

"Thank you so much, the first generation, I will remember your name well this time."

"It's been a long time since I've had any new entertainment, and since my descendants died, no one can summon me. What do you think is a good opening line for me, how about you stupid mortals?"

"I'm going to do my makeup first, maybe there are my admirers inside. I also have to rearrange the room, maybe there will be some extra entertainment tonight. By the way, lend me some of your medicine."

Looking at this group of demigods who seemed to be getting married, the first-generation people felt that they could understand it, but they didn't feel it was too acceptable.

"Forgive them, they've been bored for too long." Alsace patted the shoulder of the first generation and said, "I'll prepare for it too. You said there are a few good magicians there, right? I also have to prepare some exam questions for future generations."

Just as the demigods were actively preparing to deal with the challenger, the professor and Ron also came to this level of hell.

They are the advance troops of the players. After arriving here, they need to arrange the temple as soon as possible, and then rely on the power of the nameless god to complete the final space jump.

"The necessities of the temple include statues, no less than two devout believers, some ritual items and an opening sentence, which will become the relevant name of the temple. Other things are required, but these are necessary."

After reading the list and comparing what they had prepared, Ron found that the preparations for the temple had been completed.

"For the opening... just ask me for a succubus."

The professor stared at Ron with wide eyes, and then knocked him half out of blood.

"What the hell are you doing! You dare to name such a disgusting name. If you were my graduate student, I would be the first to send you to wash the culture medium! Withdraw it quickly."

Although the professor tried hard to withdraw it, the name had already been settled.

However, because of the particularity of the gods, the name of the temple in this place will be combined with some words in the opening remarks, and even include some homophones.

In the void, the sight of the nameless god fell on this temple, and the purely mechanical part accepted the opening remarks, and named this temple the Temple of Demons.

Seeing the text composed by Shengguang, the professor's anger subsided a little: "It's okay, not particularly disgusting.

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"So I was beaten for nothing?" Ron said weakly after receiving the treatment of Shengguang.

"It's a compliment if you don't kill you. Hurry up and arrange the receiving device."

"It's clear."

After drawing a complex pattern under the small temple, Professor Qi immediately twisted his body into an upside-down figure, using this ritual to communicate the power of the nameless god, and then opened a small portal.

Afterwards, a large number of replica vessels were sent in from the portal, floating in the air, and then a large number of slimes jumped in from their respective portals.

After seeing the scene here, the weak chicken man said dissatisfiedly: "Professor, why is this place so empty? I don't even have material for the live broadcast."

"Unhappy, you make it yourself."

"If I make it, I don't care what you want?"

"Is this your last words?"

"Is this your last word too?"

The two slimes stared at each other, and a group of slimes shouted loudly beside them: "Fight, fight! We don't like you two anyway!"

For a moment, they all felt that they had failed so badly that they were on the same level as each other.

After a while, the professor sighed and said to all the players: "Stop making trouble, and prepare to build a position. This should be the twelfth level of hell, a hell where everything is nothingness. I didn't expect the mysterious space of the demigods to be here, and it is another hidden historical information."

Under the order of the professor, a large amount of materials were transported in from the other side of the portal, while other players looked at the materials emerging from the entrance of the passage and became puzzled.

Finally, a player couldn't help asking: "Professor, do you feel..."

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think, I don't think so."

"But I really feel like the sphincter relaxes to release waste from the body's metabolism."

"I said you don't want it! Shut up!"

It took three days to deliver the supplies.

While receiving the materials, they stitched the materials together.

For this operation, the preparations for the undressing began very early, and the necessity of disassembling the supplies was anticipated.

When all the materials were transported and the players built it in the void, they were surprised to find that it was actually a Gundam.

The players who hadn't closed their eyes for three days and three nights couldn't help but gasp in admiration when they saw the gigantic monster with a height of one thousand meters.

"This thing is cooler than my world."

"I thought that taking off my clothes during this period of time meant I was having fun with the crazy little policewoman. I didn't expect them to have such a big game."

"I heard that the crazy little policewoman failed to force the marriage, and then took off her clothes and imprisoned her for a long time."

"How did I hear that taking off her clothes is actually a legal loli, and the crazy little policewoman is a fake mother, and they have three children."

"I heard……"

Finding that the topic was getting more and more crooked, the professor was about to say something when he took off his clothes and walked towards a player who was having the most fun chatting expressionlessly, and showed him the page related to him in his small notebook.

The next moment, the player directly mimicked an octopus, completely kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly.

"Brother Undress, please, I really can't tell you about that kind of thing! This is my bank card password, and it contains the money I used to buy a house. If you are not satisfied, you can contact me offline, and I will go to a small loan to raise funds for you! If not, I will go to Thailand and sell chrysanthemums, and I will give you the money!"

The players fell silent for a moment.

After taking off his clothes, he put away the small book, patted the octopus's paw lightly, and said with a smile: "Work hard and give me a job for the rest of my life. I promise I will take these things to the grave."

"Thank you for your kindness!"

The remaining players' desire to work instantly increased by 300%, each of them scrambling for the first time, lest they take off their clothes and point the small books at themselves.

The professor looked enviously at taking off his clothes, and said in a low voice, "Would you mind making a copy for me?"

"Is it okay to copy your page alone?"

"No, no need, I'm not going to see something so scary."

With players working extra hard, the final piece of Gundam is finally complete.

Looking at the behemoth loaded with star cannons, full of heartless swords, anti-gods, and various terrifying devices, the professor felt that with this thing, the demigods were like chickens and dogs, vulnerable to a single blow.

But he still has a question: "Take off your clothes, who is the driver?"

"you."

"Huh? I'm not a new human, so I don't know how to drive Gundam?"

"And I."

"Well, are you a new human?"

"And them."

Seeing the object he was pointing at with his clothes off, the professor finally understood.

"I'm really a dj?"

"That's him."