T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 120, Section 119: Summary of Orange Tea's Micro-Management Skills
panting.

The seven people at the boundary between reality and illusion were exhausted and out of breath.

After more than ten minutes of fighting, about two hundred corpses were left around the boundary between the real and the virtual, so densely packed that there was nowhere to stand.

"Damn it, a bunch of lunatics!"

The jailer was using his staff as a cane once again. He accidentally poked a corpse in the ground, and his hand slipped, causing him to fall to the ground.

It was even more exhausting than guild wars. The Church of Eternal Night and the Clear Ones they controlled surged forward relentlessly, and the mages' attacks didn't even bother to avoid friendly forces. After a short while, everyone's calm minds were reduced to nothing more than "kill, kill, kill."

If Zhong Zemo hadn't raised his shield to block the French fries' attack, she would have almost killed the orange tea as well.

"The Lord of Eternal Night will surely descend!" This slogan robbed the Eternal Night cultists of their fear of death. Facing the magic, stepping over the corpses of their fallen comrades, they grinned and revealed heartfelt "brilliant" smiles as they charged forward one after another.

Original Fries is known for her composure, but looking around, everyone rushing towards her had a strange smile on their face. The deepest fear in her heart was instantly awakened, and she was so frightened that she took several seconds to recover.

The jailer successfully showed off his skills. Due to the large number of corpses, he controlled up to five zombies at once. If an unknown area-of-effect attack hadn't shattered his horde, the jailer's shepherd game could have continued for a while longer.

This is the first time I've ever run out of weapon durability from hacking at someone. Luckily, I had quite a few portable repair kits from the lottery.

"How many people do you think are on the ninth floor?" Beiwo asked while repairing the dagger.

Zhong Zemo guessed, "If 200 people can emerge from such a dilapidated place, the number might exceed 10,000 if we add the Eternal Night and the Clear Ones."

"Does this mean we have to kill them all to get to the next level?" The bed was startled. "The Slime King said that not a single one would be spared in the Eternal Night."

Uh...you know what I mean.

The first few levels are all guards with mechanical abilities, so it's quite possible that the elements for clearing this level will be designed to be mowing down enemies.

"The mobs don't drop any materials, only experience," the jailer clicked his tongue.

"Experience is enough."

The original flavor fries were very satisfying. Although there were so many Eternal Night Cultists that it was exhausting to deal with them, it was really fun to chop them up.

Having been in the game for so long, this is the first time I've ever experienced the wonderful feeling of mowing the grass.

If the Primal hadn't unleashed [Elemental Fusion Torrent], sweeping across a vast area like a ship-slaying blade, she could have played a little longer.

This skill, which wastes a lot of magic power, is used to clear out mobs, and has virtually no side effects; it's truly simple and useful.

During a break, Zhong Zemo described the strange phenomena that occurred after the demi-human doll was damaged.

Amazing! Could it be that besides the Church of Eternal Night, some other force has come to join in this grand event at the same time?
As the city center approached, the chaos intensified.

There wasn't a single normal, clear-minded person to be seen at the boundary between reality and illusion; they had all become puppets of the Church of Eternal Night, following its lead.

The battle taking place on the ninth floor is entirely related to those strange puppets.

King Slime was certain that the spatial magic of the entire temple had been affected and the teleportation channels were damaged.

However, at the boundary between reality and illusion, he witnessed a group of Eternal Night cultists wandering near the city suddenly having a crack open above their heads. A surge of magical power poured out from the crack, and the demi-human puppets fell to the ground. The two sides immediately engaged in a fierce battle.

I turned around in bed and found that this chaos was happening all over the ninth floor.

Although the Church of Eternal Night always manages to win due to its numerical advantage, its manpower is being dwindling with each defeat.

Meanwhile, the demi-human dolls are still entering the ninth floor at a refresh rate of once every hour.

They seem endless.

The battle ahead has been decided; on this battlefield, the demi-human puppets have emerged victorious in a sorry state.

Of the two remaining werewolves, one had been blinded and the other had lost his powerful right claw.

Seeing that they were no longer a threat, Jiang Heyi took the initiative to step forward.

The footsteps attracted the werewolves' attention. They stared menacingly at the sound, emitting low, menacing growls.

"I want to know where you come from, and why you invaded the temple and attacked the Church of Eternal Night?"

The werewolf did not answer, but its threatening "whooshing" sounds grew even more piercing.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, the two werewolves sprang into action, leaping into the air and extending their claws like arrows, aiming straight for Jiang Heyi.

Magic condensed in Jiang Heyi's hand, taking shape and transforming into a long sword.

With a flash of light, the werewolf, whose right hand had been severed, was cut in half at the waist.

【Magic Shaping】 plus 【Draw Sword Slash】.

After a period of exploration, Jiang Heyi has become familiar with the mysteries of magic shaping. He can switch between different weapons according to the situation and combine them with the skills of a martial artist to create ever-changing effects.

It has excellent effects on both game strategies and guild wars.

He can assert that this will be a compulsory course for every magic warrior.

After the werewolf who had lost both eyes landed, he still wanted to launch an attack, but the others at the boundary between reality and illusion were already in place.

Zhong Zemo's block caused him to lose his balance, and a shield strike left him dizzy. The crowd then swarmed him and pinned him down.

"Answer me, who exactly are you people?"

Sensing the unusual chaos on the ninth floor, Jiang Heyi knew he needed to obtain some useful information before the impending battle.

"Buzz~~~" A continuous stream of magic surged into the werewolf doll's body, and a fist-sized spot of light suddenly appeared on his chest, as if it was about to burst out from under his skin.

"Get out of the way!"

Just as the boundary between reality and illusion was breached, the werewolf, who had been roaring angrily at the sky, exploded and died, its puppet-like body shattering into pieces and scattering across the ground.

The blurry, diamond-shaped light spots that Zhong Zemo had seen before floated into the air and flew away into the distance at an extremely fast speed.

Unable to communicate; forced communication will trigger the self-destruct program.

Everyone fell into deep thought.

This was the most tiring and exhausting dungeon he had ever played on the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, and he believed that players who reached the ninth floor would feel the same way.

They often have to fight enemies in the hundreds, and in the middle of the battle, a group of demi-human puppets with special skills may suddenly emerge from the space tunnel.

Most people would be cursing and yelling at the sight of so many monsters, but for those of us who live on the edge of reality…

They were in pain, yet they also found joy in it.

Original Fries continued her frenzied pursuit, killing people with unbridled energy, like a tireless war machine, loudly announcing the number of each kill with great vigor.

Thanks to this, as everyone knows, she has already killed 244 people since entering the ninth floor.

The more she killed, the more energetic she became. Although her physical strength was once exhausted, her tenacious willpower always allowed her to squeeze out the last bit of strength and accurately take away the enemies that appeared in front of her.

Jiang Heyi was happily testing his newly summarized insights on the enemy, observing the effects of [Magic Shaping] combined with any martial artist skill.

Zhong Zemo took the initiative to practice shield parrying with the werewolf puppet.

He adores werewolves; their attacks are wide-ranging and powerful, their shield parries are perfect, and he especially notices the fleeting surprise in the opponent's small eyes...

That's fantastic! That's exactly the kind of astonishment and disbelief he wanted to see.

This is a thrill that only a master of parrying can truly appreciate—leaving the opponent with nothing but the thought, "How could you parry that?"

When I close my eyes to sleep, the sound of blacksmithing echoes in my ears.

The four Primarchs began to master the use of the energy-saving version of [Elemental Fusion Torrent], instantly transforming their great cleaver into a small water gun, achieving precise control over their magic output.

He's become addicted to poking people's kidneys in bed, and every attack lands precisely on their kidneys.

The game's hit response is excellent; she can easily observe that the person who is stabbed first shows a look of confusion, at which point they can probably only feel a cool sensation at their waist.

A brief moment or two later, excruciating pain spread from the waist and ribs throughout the body, causing the arms and legs that were exerting force to lose strength, and the person running fell to the ground with a thud.

They would swarm around their wounds like maggots, their faces contorted in pain.

After rolling around in place once or twice, covered in sweat, they finally stopped moving, trembling, like large silkworms.

The jailer was having a blast.

With his current magical power, he can now control six zombies and has become a genuine Pokémon Trainer.

Although these Pokémon have blank stares and cannot use complex moves, they still have basic moves such as pounce, bite, and charge.

Commanding them to gang up on a lone mage, the jailer felt this gameplay was so exhilarating he couldn't breathe.

"This is what a necromancer is like. Do you guys have such a free profession? You can just sit there and collect kills and experience."

Even while slaying monsters, he doesn't forget to spout nonsense.

The whole team went berserk; even Jiang Heyi, who should have been the rational team strategist, went to attack people. Orange Tea could only act as a safety net.

She was like a shepherd, constantly controlling the wind spirit transfer behind the six people, temporarily accelerating the speed for those in need.

Since the number of Wind Spirits is limited, some people will always miss out on the blessing, which puts a lot of micro-management skills to the test. You need to be able to understand what your six fierce sheep want to do.

After a while, the orange tea maker figured out some patterns.

The Wind Spirit resides in the original flavor fries because she is fighting every moment.

When Jiang Heyi begins to shape the wind spirit by gathering magic power, he can transfer it. The wind spirit can be taken away the instant he stops.

Never apply Wind Spirit to Zhong Zemo carelessly, as a sudden change in attack speed will cause him to fail his shield parry. It is best to apply Blessing immediately after his shield parry ends to ensure that he can quickly adjust his stance for the next shield parry.

Feng Ling is a constant presence in the quilt. She is a vicious dog second only to the original flavor fries. Once let out, she will run and never stop. She is a treacherous villain who bares her teeth at everyone and wishes she could cut everyone in the waist.

As for the four original entities, that's much simpler. When he swings the ship-slaying sword, all the wind spirits are activated to accelerate and cancel his spell casting animation, ensuring that he can retreat in time.

Finally, there's the jailer.

Ok……

Although it's a bit inappropriate to think of myself as eating and drinking at the jailer's expense, but...

I feel like the jailer doesn't deserve the blessing. After a fierce battle, he's like a mere accessory to his own zombie.

Perhaps this is both the limitation and the characteristic of necromancers?

"Orange tea, give me a blessing! I want a blessing too!"

"Oh oh oh."

Since he's already asked for it, let's reluctantly let him have his fun too.

(End of this chapter)