T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 307, Section 306: The Twilight Vampire's Tomb

Jiang Heyi had a feeling that something was going on, but Ailera's acting skills were just too superb.

He couldn't speak clearly, muttering the same sentence over and over again. His eyes were glazed over, and he was burning up. As he drank, flames shot out of his mouth.

After she staggered and sat cross-legged on the ground, she suddenly hugged her huge tail and began to rub it, occasionally sticking out her tongue to lick it, the stringy saliva making her scales shine.

She muttered to herself, as if she were talking about something, her large tail.

"What? You gave me the wrong jar? It's not mead?" The jailer was bewildered, replying to the message as he spoke. "Then what kind of wine is this?"

"Can one see the original essence of a villain?"

The four original beings, who knew a little about alcohol, spat out a mouthful of juice.

The alcohol was usually quite strong, no wonder Elaine lost her composure after just a few sips.

The aftereffects came on really fast.

The Origin Elements are still being "slow-roasted" in the workshop; we can't afford another big explosion.

In critical moments, it's still Mint who comes to the rescue. He returned to the warehouse, took out a bottle of liquid potion from the bottom of the box, and while Elera was licking her tail with her tongue, he shoved the bottle open and poured it all down her throat.

Elaevi coughed, her face flushed, and her stomach churned with alcohol.

Contrary to expectations, she didn't vomit. After a while, her dazed eyes regained their sparkle.

Coming to my senses, I found myself standing at the center of the world, clutching my tail, with everyone around me casting meaningful glances.

Elaine was stunned.

The dragon is still powerful; it was able to recover its memories from the brief period of amnesia.

The candlelight wept.

Realizing what had happened, Areravi thought to herself, "I can't stay here any longer!"
She turned and left.

Jiang Heyi had already prepared words of comfort, such as saying that no one cared and that she was very unique.

Suddenly, Arela returned in a menacing manner, and then...

He grabbed two freshly roasted suckling pigs from the oven, one in each hand, and strode away.

Jiang Heyi exclaimed, "It turns out that not only are the sirens funny, but the dragons of Anna are funny too."

After eating and drinking their fill and setting up the necessary resources for the defensive outpost, the entire team set off for the Twilight Vampire Tomb at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

Before that, Beiwo suggested that we first go and check out the player gathering area on the surface of the temple.

Since the global server opened, they have yet to witness the grand spectacle of player interaction.

In the World Championship preparation group, everyone agreed that Starfire should offer this service outside of the game.

Ready-to-eat meals that deal with all sorts of resources, both talkable and unspeakable.

Scarlet Music Box, who routinely handles tasks like translating and moving various game information, believes it can effectively assist with her work.

"Wow, the game company's fussing over translations, was it all part of their plan for cross-server compatibility from the start?"

"Potato, aren't you curious? Their translation accuracy is ridiculously high."

"I can translate many obscure slang terms. When I use the 'auv, that's really authentic' meme with people from foreign servers, they can understand that this authenticity is not the same as the real authenticity."

"Besides the long-standing problem of contextual difficulties, which is a common problem for all translation software on the market, it's really a thin layer of gauze."

People used to be curious about the boundary between the real and the virtual.

After seeing the candle flame that could have its head twisted off and placed on a table, they felt relieved.

It's not surprising that she could do something like this: a physical server and a visitor from another world.

If she were willing to share this data, the language barrier might disappear.

On the surface of the Temple of the Clarity, a vast market spontaneously formed by players exists, where countless world bubbles merge with the area.

Players from different worlds come and go, and the chat history in the current area jumps around so fast that it's hard to read it all even if you look at it ten times; you have to freeze it manually.

Candlelight adds a new feature to the global server: players can choose whether or not to display their country information.

Biometric authentication prevents impersonation and eliminates the possibility of using adaptive nationality to provoke conflict.

After walking a few steps, I saw two people arguing in front of a small stall built by a player who specializes in crafting.

"That's right, that's what they call 'eating.' They can call pig feed organic, pollution-free, green, and healthy food, deceiving themselves into thinking it's the most delicious thing. They open a can, pour it out, plate it, and microwave it to make it a banquet, and fish and chips are considered delicacies."

"Oh, I forgot, this is the ration you ate when you were attacked by San Dezi. It has a lot of history."

"Stuka's here~~~~"

Players with the "嘤" icon on their phones turned pale.

Spit flying everywhere, every word piercing the heart—whose followers are these, so aggressive?
Oh, so they were the old French Guards. Now I understand.

The jailer leaned closer to admire the scene, his hands behind his back. At that moment, Ying's counterattack began.

"Indeed, French cuisine is known to all, but I've heard that the people who get to taste the greatest masterpieces of French chefs are Germans."

"By the way, during the military parade, was that the French president taking a photo with the Eiffel Tower?"

"I've heard that the first thing French men did after the war was to try women. Then I have reason to suspect that the historical records are wrong. Was it you who put Joan of Arc to trial by the Inquisition?"

"Women charge ahead while French men follow behind—it's an old tradition, isn't it more historically significant than our fish and chips accompaniments?"

As expected of arch-rivals, both sides knew exactly how to break through the other's defenses.

Amidst their heated exchange, the tension between the two escalated, with each player breaking down the other's defenses. A challenge to a duel brought the audience's enthusiasm to its peak.

It has that "Come on, believe me, cut me" vibe so strong.

Thanks to Candlelight for providing the translation software, which allowed everyone to enjoy such a wonderful battle of attack and defense.

Watching Yingfa's farce, the prison guard was puzzled.

"We've already reached the world server, so why can't we see Nong Ya?"

“Oh right.” Orange Tea also wondered, “She said she was coming to see me a few days ago and asked me to show her around Chengning, but then she suddenly disappeared.”

"How about we contact her and take her to the Twilight Vampire Tomb?" Jiang Heyi suggested. "After all, she's a long-time fan; she traveled all this way to visit and we've even met in person."

After asking around, no one had Nong Ya as a friend. Crimson Music Box usually communicates offline and doesn't quite remember the game ID.

Try entering "noneya," and you'll get a dense list of similar results, which is equivalent to finding no such person.

"There's nothing we can do but wait until we meet in person to discuss it further."

Yingfa's antics attracted so much attention that by the time those present realized the boundary between reality and illusion was blurred and wanted to take a photo, it was too late.

The entire group entered the coordinates set by Zhong Zemo's jade pendant and instantly arrived at the entrance to the Twilight Vampire Tomb.

This is a downward-sloping tomb entrance. The tomb raiders must have discovered unusual bluestone steps, dug their way up, and finally found the tomb passage hidden underground.

The passageway is very spacious; it takes 10 people holding hands and standing in a line to touch the walls on both sides.

The walls have no special patterns, they are gray and dull, and the polished stone walls have been tinged with a bit of green over the years, the surface is mottled and uneven.

The jailer reached out and touched it, and stone chips fell down in a flurry.

Compared to the wet and muddy surface, the interior of this underground burial site, located on the edge of woodland and swamp, is very dry.

Sensing the magical aura emanating from the people at the boundary between the real and the virtual, the crystal lamps embedded in the wall lit up. Judging by sight, about two hundred meters away from the entrance of the steps, in a more open plaza area, there was a gray wall.

At the boundary between reality and illusion, he saw the corpses of the tomb raiders that the werewolf Bakken had mentioned.

They lay sprawled haphazardly within a 50-meter stretch of the passage, all but two of them lying face up.

This discovery is alarming; they undoubtedly died one after another during the retreat and escape.

No one could react; almost instantly, they all died. Some seemed to have died of fright.
Orange tea is softly chanted.

[Unknown Revelation] Activated.

The sound echoed in my mind.

"You are safe for now." "For now" is a word that warrants caution.

The group stopped moving forward because Orange Tea squatted down.

She parted the clothes of several tomb raiders, examined their chests and backs, pried open their mouths, and patiently and meticulously checked them over.

While such a search is likely to be fruitless in a magical world, its professionalism is commendable.

The jailer said, "Tea Master, are you a veterinarian?"

“Some knowledge can still be useful,” Orange Tea said. “I originally wanted to study medicine.”

She added, "No fatal wounds were found on the body."

There should always be a response when magic is applied to a person.

The instantaneous annihilation of consciousness by advanced mental magic is another matter, but the corpses of these tomb raiders were far too intact. If it weren't for their exaggerated deaths, people would have mistaken them for people who had simply fallen asleep.

Everyone died with their eyes wide open, facing upwards as if they had seen something extremely terrifying. Their eyes were glazed over, and one hand was stretched out in front of them, as if they were struggling in their death throes to prevent the other party from getting closer.

No wonder Bakken ran away immediately after examining the body; there was something eerie about the place.

Activate elemental barriers for all members.

Orange tea enhances the elemental barrier effect.

The peppermint-based antidote was given to everyone.

Armed with rainbow-level equipment and bearing the T0 title, they conquered the Clarifier dungeon. However, the achievements and honors did not make them carefree when challenging the boundary between reality and illusion.

The fact that this instance was mentioned separately by the candlelight means it must have something special about it.

"Humorous dungeon, what's humorous about it?"

"Is the humor in quotation marks to the players?"

Everyone couldn't help but imagine it.

Jiang Heyi entered strategy mode and commanded, "Jailer, summon the spirit to scout ahead."

"Alright, by the way, I still have a skill I haven't selected yet. If you need it, just let me know, it might come in handy."

The selectable skill granted upon clearing the Temple of the Clarity is not only retained by the Jailer Brother.

Having a customizable skill slot allows for more flexibility when encountering difficulties with level strategies, enabling you to make on-the-spot decisions and improve your margin for error.

A vengeful spirit resembling a ball of blue flame floated forward, reaching the plaza without triggering any mechanisms.

"Change the zombies."

The zombies also passed through safely.

They remained cautiously vigilant, but the anticipated traps did not appear.

At the end of the open square, thick layers of rock are embedded in a round, gray tomb door.

Like mud trampled by tank tracks, the uneven, rutted tracks cut the tomb entrance along its central axis.

After thinking for a while, Zhong Zemo found an adjective.

"This tomb entrance looks like a tunnel boring machine."

Cognition builds associations.

After Zhong Zemo said that, no one could still regard it as a tomb entrance.

There was a recessed opening in the center of the tunnel boring machine's entrance, and French Fries jumped up to glance at it.

"It's like the coin slot of a piggy bank."

Zhong Zemo burst out laughing.

"You guys, you're doing a perfectly good tomb exploration, and you're using tunnel boring machines and piggy banks all the time."

With her hands behind her head, she said, "I can't believe you said that. I wonder who first suggested tunnel boring machines. It's like we're some kind of civil engineers."

"We are now the spiritual heirs of Prime Minister Cao, so let's all be spirited and not embarrass ourselves!"

The square was completely empty, except for the side of the tunnel boring machine where there was a lot of rubble and dust.

Upon closer inspection, the French fries also noticed some marks on the wall next to the tunnel boring machine that might have been left by magic. These marks varied in depth and radiated outwards.

Apart from that, there were no other useful clues.

Regarding the tunnel boring machine tomb entrance that exuded an air of mystery, the jailer gave a concise overview.

"The only way is to kill!"

"Potato, give it two slashes to summon the tide, violently break down the door."

French Fries said, "Those tomb raiders probably died from violently breaking down the door; the marks left at the scene are proof of that."

Jiang Heyi said helplessly, "Without any hints or clues, we can only do this for now. Anyway, we won't die."

As the game progressed, everyone's teamwork was impeccable. When Jiang Heyi stacked up the Tidecaller's buffs, the entire team would apply all the available buffs at once.

I'll blast you apart!

The tide emerged from behind Jiang Heyi, merged into the blade, condensed into a blue light, and slashed at the tunnel boring machine.

Abundant water elements overflowed, and a deep blue halo rippled, adorning the square like a shimmering deep sea.

The water elements, which should have burst forth with passion, failed to explode as expected. They seemed to be absorbed by some strange force, seeping into the tomb door at lightning speed and disappearing the moment they came into contact with it.

Even so, the damage was still astonishing. Water elements splashed along the slash, tearing apart the tunnel boring machine and leaving behind scratches that looked like those of a ferocious beast.

"So hard?" Everyone was surprised.

French Fries stared intently at the pebbles on the ground.

The vibration was felt, and the source of the vibration was located behind the tunnel boring machine.

The clunky sound of gears meshing echoed in the quiet space.

The coin slot expanded in a strange way—like a Minecraft player had smashed a ring of blocks.

The neighing of horses echoed through the thick walls, the clatter of hooves striking the ground with a sound that evoked images of a vast army.

A pale blue light burst forth from the enlarged coin slot.

He was engulfed in flames as he landed on the ground along with his warhorse.

Flames leaped from the gaps in the carved patterns on the deep black armor, and a ghostly roar seemed to come from within the eerie blue flames.

The lance in his hand was a full 3 meters long, and the heavy tip made a dull hum when it hit the ground.

The knight had no head, his right leg, which was gripping the horse's belly, was missing its foot, and his left hand was just a skeleton.

The mutilated body lay across the tomb entrance, as if backed by a vast army.

Jiang Heyi noticed something was wrong.

He landed heavily from a great height, but not a speck of dust was raised on the ground, nor were any hoofprints left.

“It has no physical form,” he said immediately. “Be careful!”

Speak, the headless horseman's charge begins.

At that very moment, flags fluttered behind him, and thousands of troops surged forth.

A uniform group of headless knights.

In the spacious square, they surged out from three corners, pouncing like wolves on the boundary between the real and virtual worlds at the center.

"Now I know why those guys were so scared!"

　My cat got lost, so only one update today. After I finish writing this, I still need to help my mom find her... Please forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)