T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 267, Section 266: The Real "Enemy"

“Gloria…”

Everyone who followed Freya through the passage faintly heard ethereal, dreamlike voices.

She murmured Gloria's name softly.

again and again.

Gloria heard it too. She looked around, but there was no one else in the secluded and silent passage.

"I……"

She realized she was crying.

A profound sadness overwhelmed her in that instant.

Jiang Heyi thought of the Slime King: "You... forgot someone too."

Gloria's mouth was slightly open, her mind churning with memories, but everything related to that name was a blank.

As the first reader of the diary, I still remember one thing.

She clearly saw the names of nine people flash across the diary, but after that, only eight remained.

"leave……"

The light from the 12th floor was right in front of them, and everyone could tell that the owner of the illusory voice was a woman.

Gloria gritted her teeth: "Everyone is dead... At least I need to know what exactly happened here!"

Ignoring the advice echoing in her ears, she resolutely followed the boundary between reality and illusion into the 12th floor.

Kesha prepared bubbles for everyone in advance to ward off the impending stench.

Everyone who stepped out of the light screen took a deep breath, and even the players watching the battle swallowed hard.

A burst of wild laughter rang in everyone's ears.

Before the solemn and sacred temple, more than ten people dressed in the robes of the Church of Eternal Night appeared frenzied, their magical aura rapidly expanding.

Not far from them, a woman knelt on the ground, her long black hair stuck to her cheeks with sticky, bloody stains, and her eyes were lifeless.

The spear fell limply to the ground, three fingers that had been holding it severed, and his arms and wrists were covered with exposed wounds, the flesh torn open and bloody.

Through the portrait in the 10th-floor Great Library, Jiang Heyi recognized that the person was Elsa.

More than ten corpses of the Clear Ones lay scattered around her, but only two were unharmed.

Two knives pierced through Elsa's back, penetrating her body and emerging from her wounds.

Elsa is not dead yet. The Church of Eternal Night seems to have cast a strange spell on her, forcibly prolonging her life, but this also makes her suffer from the excruciating pain of impending death.

He would wake up, die, and then be awakened again by excruciating pain, in a never-ending cycle.

Zhong Zemo charged ahead, but despite the seemingly short distance of only a hundred or two meters, the others were unable to close the gap and could only watch helplessly as Elsa repeatedly suffered inhuman torture.

In a flash, Elsa collapsed to the ground, and the corpses of the entire Church of Eternal Night were torn to pieces, scattered in patches, evenly covering the square.

It's as if someone pressed cut, deleting and skipping the middle content, fast-forwarding to the ending.

The seemingly insurmountable distance was suddenly shortened, and that familiar face appeared in the boundary between reality and illusion.

Freya stood smiling beside the fallen Elsa, and the ever-changing doll's nest slowly rose like the sun, hovering in mid-air.

Everyone stopped in their tracks.

The image of humanoid flesh-and-blood monsters in the ninth level of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood lingered in their minds.

Gloria was furious: "It was you, it was you who..."

Freya opened her mouth slightly, but what she uttered was a language that no one could understand, a jumbled mess that was irritating.

Combined with her smiling face, everything seemed so eerie and abrupt.

As if a deity had dimmed the brightness of their monitor, the 12th floor gradually darkened.

Above the sky, the sun created by the Clear Ones through magic still shines brightly, but its light is shrouded in shadow.

It was as if someone had put a lens over everything, and dark red flooded the world like a tide.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

My heart was pounding like a war drum.

French Fries looked around in surprise. In the blink of an eye, the square in front of the temple had grown into a field of fleshy growths.

With each blink, the fleshy fungal carpet spreads, taking up more space.

As if by the observer effect, after blinking several times, everything in sight, even the sacred temple that should not be defiled, was covered by deformed and twisted flesh and moss.

Countless tiny tentacles extended from the flesh and blood, and beneath the boiling, writhing bubbles of flesh and blood, eyeballs encased in fleshy membranes could be vaguely seen.

They were everywhere.

They are everywhere.

They revel wildly.

They erode everything!
It's like a poorly configured computer running a demanding game; it doesn't have enough memory to render it in time, and the flesh and blood creatures are slowly loaded into the line of sight at the boundary between reality and illusion in a strange way.

Freya's true form was revealed, like a human being stripped of its skin, standing once again amidst the stench of flesh and blood.

The ever-changing doll's nest has once again transformed into a fleshy egg, looking down on the creatures it has returned to their factory settings.

The sun, belonging to the clear and pure, corroded and changed color, casting a suffocating dark red shadow over the earth.

Even it has grown countless deformities, with fleshy protuberances covering its eyes.

A word flashed through Jiang Heyi's mind subconsciously.

"A bloody calamity."

"Is this the bitter fruit of Elsa seeking help from another world?" The woman swallowed hard. "What exactly did she summon?"

The ever-changing doll's nest rose higher and higher, until it was level with the flesh-and-blood sun.

Caught off guard, it burst into a spectacular display like fireworks, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere, like paint splashed onto a canvas, staining and dyeing the sky.

The sizzling sound of erosion was incessant, the sound of the sky being scorched by it.

The space was corroded and pierced, revealing cavities resembling those of a giant flesh and blood creature.

Freya knelt on one knee, facing the writhing cavity.

The players felt a chill run down their spines.

She wasn't the final boss of the level.

Above her, there are even stronger visitors from other worlds!

Similar to Freya, a bizarre flesh and blood creation, resembling a skinned man, was born from the cavity.

It has two wings on its back, making it elegant and light.

As she landed, Freya buried her head almost entirely in the fleshy moss as a sign of devotion.

"I don't feel any magic from her."

Ksha was covered in hair.

As a siren with vast experience, even she was now gripped by fear.

The flesh-and-blood winged being held aloft an amorphous sphere made of aggregated blood plasma.

After landing, she walked straight to Freya, and then looked at Elsa, who was now submerged in flesh and moss—strangely, they had no eyes, but Jiang Heyi could still feel the burning sensation of their gazes.

An unknown language began to speak again; they were communicating at an extremely fast pace.

The sound was irritating.

It was as if a voice was urging them to strike first.

It can ignite anger and fighting spirit within people.

The flesh-and-blood winged being suddenly raised its head; though it had no facial features, the flesh near its mouth twitched.

It looks like...laughing?

It raised its head and aimed the sphere of blood plasma in its right hand at the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Don't think about it!"

Gloria stepped forward, transforming from the ethereal to the real, her projection rapidly expanding, like a city wall protecting the boundary between the ethereal and the real behind her.

"We must never allow our tragedy to happen to others!"

The flesh-and-blood winged being reached out with its left hand to grab at Golia.

Gloria's projection instantly distorted and deformed, as if in a replay, rapidly shrinking, and she could not summon even a trace of power.

"you……"

An unprecedented despair engulfed Golia.

Seeing this, Jiang Heyi stopped everyone from resisting. With such expressiveness, the other party could crush a player with just a breath; it would be better to see what she was up to first.

Anyway, they are immortal.

The flesh-and-blood winged being pointed at the boundary between reality and illusion, with one finger pointing to the sky.

A red light shot straight up from the fingertip to the sky, while a white light burst forth from the blood sphere and entered the bodies of everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion.

The dazzling white light blinded everyone.

After several seconds, Jiang Heyi slowly opened his eyes, his whole body trembling.

Players watching from the spectator perspective were equally astonished.

The world is divided in two.

In Jiang Heyi's field of vision, the left side was still covered in crimson, with blood and flesh ravaged.

On the right, the sun shines brightly, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sky is a clear blue.

There was no blood or flesh, no stench, everything was as usual.

Freya was still the same stunningly beautiful older sister she had met on the 9th floor, following the flesh-and-blood winged people like a servant...

Her wings were pure white, shimmering with a faint silvery glow, and her snow-white skin seemed to place her on a completely different level from everyone else present.

Dressed in a silver-white high-slit gown and wearing a gray silk blindfold, she exuded both an awe-inspiring holiness and a captivating allure.

It's hard to imagine that one person can so harmoniously blend two completely opposite temperaments.

It is so similar to the two worlds that are indistinguishable from reality in the eyes of the people at this moment.

"Now, we should be able to communicate."

Everything happened so suddenly that the boundary between reality and illusion stared at each other, speechless for a moment.

The exaggerated expressiveness amazed every player.

The world is divided in two, presented in different ways... Which one is the real one?
Jiang Heyi tried to cover his left eye to unify the scene, but it was no use; flesh and blood and the normal world still coexisted.

"So that's how it is; He is still influencing you."

The woman smiled faintly, and the sphere made of blood plasma in her hand was, in the normal world, a constantly operating celestial globe.

She casually sent it high into the sky, and the celestial globe shone brightly, with phantom images of stars seeping out from it and rapidly expanding.

The vast 12 layers were obscured by the strange light particles emitted by the celestial globe, forming a barrier zone similar to a domain.

The normal world was gradually expanded by an invisible force, squeezing out the images of flesh and blood that remained in everyone's minds.

"You...you guys..." Orange Tea stammered.

The woman placed her hand on her ample breasts and introduced herself: "My name is Yuru."

"The Clear Ones call us the Voices of Another World."

With a wave of her hand, Elsa's motionless body floated into the air, and the ever-changing doll's nest, which had been shattered in the world of flesh and blood, was somehow pieced back together.

Each doll core transforms into a stream of light that leaves the nest, combining with each other to form entirely new dolls.

They began to treat Elsa's barely breathing body.

In Gloria's eyes, it was a fatal injury, but Yuru didn't care, as if it were a trivial matter and everything would be alright.

“Ms. Xi Lu…” Jiang Heyi hesitated, then exhaled a breath of stale air, “Was all of this your doing?”

“We have come simply in response to the call of the ritual,” Xilu said. “You opened the passage and left sufficient passage permissions. We descended with the maximum amount of magic power that the passage can withstand. Everything is perfectly reasonable.”

Yuru looked up at Elsa in mid-air.

"The child made a foolish and dangerous wish."

"Summoning is a grave taboo; it requires offering one's life as a promise."

Gloria gritted her teeth: "Nonsense, stop pretending. The blood and flesh calamity is the truth. Sweet words cannot cover up your atrocities."

"Even if I am reduced to ashes, I will never allow you, monsters from another world, to wreak havoc on this continent!"

Yuru was taken aback. She turned to look at Freya, as if asking if she had done something out of line.

Freya simply shook her head.

"Stop pretending. Everything that happened on the 11th floor, my forgotten companion, the name that is disappearing from the minds of those who know the Clarity—all of this is your scheme!"

Xi Lu paused for a moment, a hint of hesitation flashing across her face.

She sighed softly: "Don't you really realize it?"

Yuru gazed at Golia.

Who can give birth to the elements of origin?

"And who can project it?"

"Who wields power and is blocking your progress in such an unbelievable way?"

"Why do you see us as hideous flesh and blood, rotting demons, and spreading plague and calamity?"

Gloria trembled violently.

Suggested associations led to a sudden dissipation of the fog in my mind.

The answer is ready to come out.

She shook her head frantically, "Impossible...impossible, absolutely impossible!"

“Nothing is impossible,” Yulu said for her. “What truly killed you… was the will of this world.”

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The air was so heavy that it made Gloria hunch over, unable to lift her head, as if she had aged decades.

In Jiang Heyi's mind, everything connected.

The message Vanirsis sent on his deathbed was riddled with key names and was therefore corrupted.

After realizing everything, Henilakai angrily swung his claws.

Origin Set Item Description: "The first elements were born from the darkness and chaos."

"The elemental realm was conceived because of it."

"Just as it was nurtured by the world."

Scalp numbness.

When Jiang Heyi was fighting the elemental lords on the 11th floor, he wondered who could summon the lords who wielded power.

The answer is always out in the open.

On the 11th floor, players are not fighting against the Clarifiers, the Eternal Night, the otherworldly voices led by Twilight, or even gods.

Rather, it is the will above the gods, the chaotic and ignorant will that arose after the world was born.

They are at odds with the entire world!

Gloria murmured to herself, "No, we are all His children..."

She was stunned.

Vanassis said the same thing before he left.

Gloria clutched her head: "No materials are needed, yet it can create all sorts of potions, with power surpassing what it had in life..."

"After death, one returns to the origin of the world, so it is easy to..."

At that moment, she understood the sorrow in Vanassis's smile.

Driven by passion and anger at Arna's tragic fate, they stormed the temple, driven by a simple sense of justice.

They went without hesitation, realizing the despicable nature of Eternal Night, and disregarded their own lives for the future of the continent.

They braved thorns and brambles, fought bloody battles, and dreamed of becoming heroes, to be remembered and sung about by others.

Died inexplicably.

Death is meaningless.

It shouldn't be like this.

"Why……"

"Why!" Gloria screamed hoarsely, roaring towards the sky.

The mournful sound pierced the celestial globe, revealing the bloody illusion created by the world.

He continues to exert his influence tirelessly.

Gloria's voice seemed to possess a magical power, causing the illusion of flesh and blood to tremble violently.

After a moment of silence, it melted away like snowmelt.

(End of this chapter)