T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 119, Chapter 118: Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Orange Tea, who had already transformed into a rabbit-eared creature, nimbly squeezed through the narrow gap.

The boundary between reality and illusion could no longer be widened; the rustling pebbles were the final warning this crumbling rocky mountain and passageway were issuing to them.

If they act recklessly, the chain reaction might force them to consider resurrection.

"Sigh, I never thought that my small size would come in handy in a place like this," Jiang Heyi sighed.

The skeletons of the four male characters at the boundary between reality and fiction are all sculpted to be quite tall, basically matching their real-life counterparts.

French fries and blankets are examples of items whose dimensions don't quite fit the requirements for drilling gaps in the wall.

It seems we should marvel at the game feedback of Proof of the Stars; it truly feels very realistic.

The free Starry Sky Gem given by the official team immediately came in handy. Through location tracking and teleportation, everyone landed safely on the ninth floor.

"Is this... the power of magic?" Orange Tea murmured, gazing at everything before her.

At the end of the passage connecting the 8th and 9th floors is a platform located high in the air.

In the distance, the buildings on the ground are black squares slightly larger than a fingernail, and the crisscrossing streets resemble black lines drawn on a painter's canvas.

Even the most prominent landmark building on the ninth floor, the Trial Arena, which the Slime King described as magnificent, was barely the size of a palm.

It's really too high. If it weren't for the game, even the jailer wouldn't dare to stick his head out of the platform.

With just one glance, his heart rate nearly spiked, and a strong sense of crisis made him immediately pull his head back.

This wasn't the highest point; Jiang Heyi could see a small black dot far away, even higher up.

Considering that King Slime said there was more than one passage on each floor, we can infer that it was another exit.

There were clouds, fog, and sun; dense vegetation and neatly planned fields were faintly visible on the ground.

Based on what the Slime King said, the ranch and other facilities that extend from the ninth floor...

The Clarity Ones' "Clarity Land" project has created a complete ecosystem within the temple.

In the previous levels, the boundary between the real and the virtual was only revealed through various details, showing that the Clear Ones possessed powerful land transformation technology and spatial magic. In the ninth level, the culmination of all their technological efforts was finally unveiled before everyone.

Everything was for their ideal world.

Unfortunately, the natural disaster fortress, which was built to cope with catastrophic crises and was designed to counter the attack of the magic tide, was destroyed by human calamity before it was even completed, before the day when the results of the natural disaster could be verified.

The residential buildings surrounding the Trialers' Arena were engulfed in flames, with black smoke billowing into the sky.

How many people are still alive in the temple, which should have had a permanent population of over 3000?

The elevator-like lifting device, made using wind elements, stopped working due to the invasion of eternal night, forcing the boundary between the real and virtual worlds to descend to the ground via a spiral staircase.

There were no bodies, but the blood splatter marks on the ground and fragments of the Clear Ones' clothing described the tragedy that had occurred here.

The Clarifiers made efforts both inside and outside the passage to prevent the eternal night from flooding into this pure land.

The wheat fields, which were about to be harvested, were in ruins due to the magical battle. The full ears of wheat were trampled into the mud and water by the Church of Eternal Night, mingling with blood.

The fruit trees carefully cultivated by the Clarity Ones were leaning precariously, and the fruit being picked by the Clarity Ones was only bitten once or twice before being casually discarded.

The vegetable patch marked with the experimental field sign was burning fiercely, and crops uprooted were everywhere.

Blood pressure is high.

People with farming blood flowing through their veins can't stand seeing this.

It was definitely not caused by the aftermath of a battle; the signs of deliberate sabotage are very obvious.

What benefit would they gain from destroying non-lethal facilities within an area they are about to conquer?
The Slime King's description of the Church of Eternal Night is accurate: they are a group of madmen who do not produce anything, but vent their destructive desires, and are locusts that devour order.

If they are allowed to grow and expand, civilizations may be wiped out wherever they go.

From the moment they saw the wheat fields being wantonly destroyed, everyone's anger began to build, and the burning experimental fields made everyone tremble.

I can't take it anymore, I have to cut something.

As they approached another orchard ravaged by the Church of Eternal Night, the boundary between reality and illusion heard the sounds of battle.

Are the Church of Eternal Night and the Clear Ones still locked in fierce battle?
With this guess in mind, they rushed towards the battlefield and were met with a perplexing scene.

What, fighting side by side?

People dressed in the attire of the Clarity Ones, along with members of the Eternal Night Church who were not uniformly dressed, were attacking several half-human hybrids.

The demi-human closest to the boundary between reality and illusion possesses bloodlines of both the butterfly and human races. With a gentle flap of its butterfly wings, shimmering dust rushes towards them. The members of the Eternal Night Church, unable to dodge it, seem to be frozen in place, their hands drooping limply, their entire bodies standing there blankly.

The turbulent magical energy from the distant battle pierced through the magical barrier, leaving streaks of blood on their flesh, yet they remained motionless.

The fact that their eyes were darting around proved that these people were still conscious, but their souls seemed to be locked in their flesh and blood, unable to control their bodies at all.

No one retreated. Even though the Butterfly Clan demi-humans had demonstrated alarming control, the Clarity Ones and the Church of Eternal Night surged forward from all directions like mad dogs.

Some people used magic to suppress others from a distance, while others took up weapons for close combat. In the midst of the chaos, it was difficult to distinguish friend from foe.

Jiang Heyi could vaguely see the members of the Eternal Night Church casting magic in the distance, blasting their own people away...

In this situation, their desire to attack actually overcame their will to survive.

The fearlessness of the Pure Ones is most likely due to being manipulated by mental magic and having lost their individual consciousness. The fearlessness of the Church of Eternal Night, however, is nothing more than a manifestation of madness.

"Born in eternal night, returned to eternal night, and descended into eternal night again!"

This seems to be a slogan with special significance within the church, and every church member who shouts this phrase is beaming with joy.

Although the butterfly race demi-human was strong, she could not withstand the overwhelming attack of dozens of people. After killing more than a dozen people in succession, the magic successfully tore her butterfly wings, making her unable to fly lightly among the crowd.

She landed awkwardly on the ground, and the Eternal Night Church, whose eyes had long been bloodshot, swarmed her with machetes, clubs and other weapons after being enchanted and blessed, chasing and slashing like madmen.

The magic released by the butterfly race demi-humans controlled another group of people, but then another group of fearless Eternal Night cultists approached.

Amidst slashing, axe-wielding, and magical bombardment, the butterfly race demi-humans were tossed about like kites with broken strings, battered and tumbled by various attacks.

Despite its tattered wings, the butterfly's body was incredibly resilient, and despite a barrage of attacks, it did not sustain any large-scale wounds.

"What legendary durability king?" The jailer couldn't hold back any longer.

Some people in the guild already had a slight narrowing of their eyes.

The black cat's puppet body seems to be just that difficult to deal with.

Relying on their numerical advantage, Yongye successively crippled several demi-humans who appeared to be dolls. Now, only one werewolf doll remains, charging through the crowd.

In this short period of time, hundreds of members of the Eternal Night Church rushed to provide support from all directions.

Given this group's complete lack of combat skills and their fighting style resembling a street brawl...

"These must be the civilians who joined the Church of Eternal Night after it swept across the continent of Devland," Jiang Heyi said.

"Ordinary people wouldn't go weak in the knees if they encountered magic?" The jailer was shocked. "In this worldview, the gap between ordinary people and magicians is huge."

"Wake up, doesn't the Church of Eternal Night look like a cult?" Original Fries hit the nail on the head.

The blanket reminded me: "Did you see the light on their bodies when they charged? They're fooling the civilians into thinking you've been blessed, invulnerable to bullets and blades. Go for it! Add some lines like 'If you die, you'll return to eternal night,' tsk tsk~~"

Orange Tea blinked: "This seems to be something Mint mentioned, a 'theory'?"

Mint once said that the possibility of an eighth-tier mage being defeated head-on by an ordinary person exists only in theory.

The theory is that countless ordinary people, undaunted by death, could not sustain the magic recovery speed and physical strength required to reach the eighth-tier magic level.

If you want to kill an eighth-tier mage, assassination is the most reliable option, since an eighth-tier mage is also made of flesh and blood.

On the continent of Ana, there was a warrior who, with the body of a mortal, caused the deaths of two eighth-tier mages, successfully making his name a taboo.

"Huh..." The blanket, nestled in the shadows at the front, widened its eyes. "How did I level up?"

She was just a little short of experience points to reach level 15.

I didn't even fight any monsters, so how can I gain experience...?

The group exchanged glances, then a smile crept onto their faces.

The Church of Eternal Night, the Clarifiers, and the mysteriously derived demi-human dolls that fight crickets—the experience points are actually awarded to the player.

The boundary between reality and illusion manifested itself, stepping onto the chaotic battlefield. Instantly, countless particles of light floated from the already fallen corpses and surged into everyone's bodies.

Is there such a good thing?

Go for it, you werewolf puppet big brother who only knows melee combat!

The werewolf, unable to hold on alone, fell, and along with the surrounding dead and wounded members of the Eternal Night Church, all their experiences returned to the boundary between reality and illusion.

In the later stages, upgrading became extremely difficult, but considering that the Church of Eternal Night had likely brought a large number of fanatical followers with them during their visit...

Upon noticing the Eternal Night cultists' presence, the jailer shouted a slogan.

"Heaven creates all things to nourish man, yet man has nothing to repay Heaven. Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The boundary between reality and illusion is blurred; there are no ordinary people in their eyes. After watching this group's performance, they only have one impression in their minds—cult madmen.

This kind of thing should be photographed.

Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, she unleashed her bloodlust, and the Eternal Night cultists beside her collapsed like wheat.

"Experience, it's all experience!"

The Night Cult's strategy of cutting through the battlefield and defeating the puppets one by one simply doesn't work at the boundary between reality and illusion.

Having experienced guild wars, they have accumulated experience in maintaining team battle formations.

With three damage dealers out there, Zhong Zemo was left to guard the base and protect the squishy heroes.

The jailer affectionately named this lineup "Unleash the Dogs".

Zhong Zemo suddenly saw a blue, diamond-shaped crystal rising from inside the bodies of the several demi-human dolls that had fallen to the ground.

They converged into a larger rhombus in mid-air, transforming into a streak of light that flew away into the distance.

　There are still some tonight

　　
　
(End of this chapter)