T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 339, Section 338: So, you don't understand.
"Gurgle... Waaaaaah!!!!"

The sound of machine gun fire tore through the silent space, like the screams of warthogs from hell, sending chills down the spines of everyone chosen by Khorne.

They seemed to have been transported from the magical and fantastical world of Witness to the real battlefield in an instant.

In a daze, it was as if I could see the gradual barrage of artillery fire, composed of ground support strikes, washing over every part of the earth.

They were like one of the few remaining squads on the front lines.

The scattered ruins of houses became the only shelter that gave their small team a sense of security.

Just as they were thinking, "We're safe for now," a sonic boom came from afar, and large steel wings tore through the air and whistled past.

The machine gun, spewing crimson "fire," spun wildly at an incredible speed, raining down bullets made of candy-sized lumps of flesh and sludge.

The crimson bullets formed a conspicuous "tracer" chain. Khorne's chosen one had no cover in the open field and could not take cover. Before the shield he had created with all his might could take effect, the barrage hit his flesh and blood, tearing apart bones and shredding every inch of his body.

The individual is like a cloud of blood mist, bursting forth and shattering into pieces.

I believe that, in a real battlefield, those directly hit by warthogs would also die in the same way, without any pain.

"Woooooooo~~~~~"

The hellish sound of unleashing a torrent of fire truly resembled the squeals of an enraged pig.

With his amazing eyesight, he was able to see the warthog in a fleeting moment.

The machine is made entirely of flesh and mud, with patterns resembling human meridians covering its surface. The black mud flows and is pumped through these meridians, forming the fuel that powers the fighter jet.

[Level Suppression], a 10-level difference, and enemies with absurdly high mobility.

Helpless, the best course of action is to wait for the next round and accept defeat.

He gripped the long knife tightly, the wind blade swirling around its surface, a sharp aura bursting forth as the blade extended.

The Chosen Ones of Khorne had no support, and everyone was a battle maniac. Four of them were killed at the start of the game, and the thoughts of the remaining two were uttered by [A Moment of Leisure Leads to a Lifetime of Misfortune] in a cheerful voice.

"I haven't cut down a fighter jet yet, hehe, this battle is absolutely exhilarating!"

The warthog rises straight up in a standard hanging-meat posture, then turns around and enters the next diving phase.

The three remaining members of Khorne's chosen ones formed a triangle and focused intently on each other.

"Woooooooooo~~~~"

The machine guns spat out blood-red light, and a dense barrage of ammunition began long-range ground suppression.

Knowing there was no way to avoid it, the targeted member of Khorne's Chosen activated Bloodlust and, before his body was shattered into pieces, swung a blood-red sword aura ahead of the path of the Dragon Doll's dive.

The puppet in the chain anticipated the attack, pulled up the nose of the plane, and easily dodged it, while also allowing the pair of wings to sweep across the remaining two people.

The instant food was already in the air, and with a series of movements that lowered his center of gravity, he had already spun halfway through his rotation the instant his companion in front of him was killed.

He used his waist and abdomen to slash out a crescent moon shape.

An invisible gust of air suddenly exploded, and the cool crescent moon disappeared into the wings of the puppet plane, its bright moonlight penetrating deep into the flesh-and-blood wings.

A full 10 levels ahead of the Chosen of Khorne, the arrogant monster probably never imagined that anyone would dare to face the firepower that was enough to annihilate all living things on earth. Its nearly defenseless and fragile body was shattered and fell with broken wings.

The broken wing, propelled by inertia, severed the two people who had no time to dodge.

Khorne's chosen ones were all wiped out.

In the instant of resurrection, a moment of carefree indulgence leads to a lifetime of regret amidst the cheers.

"Did you see that? Did you all see that?!"

Without needing to say more, the others in Khorne started shouting.

"handsome."

"Holy crap, this segment is going to go viral."

"The guild's VOLG will have material tomorrow: facing flesh and blood fighters head-on, slicing through their wings with swords."

"Damn it, this is giving me the creeps, it's so Don Quixote-esque!"

"Don Quixote facing a stationary windmill? We've cut off the wings of a fighter jet, the version with machine guns no less! So cool, it could be engraved on a tombstone!"

Progress, wins and losses, and advancement are all unimportant at this moment.

In that fleeting moment, so brief it could only be measured in frames, the two remaining Chosen of Khorne sliced ​​off one of the plane's engines from the left and one from the right.

The epic composition obtained by finding the right angle during replay is enough to give even non-gamers goosebumps.

In a world of swords and magic, enemies reborn from malevolent flesh and blood magic don the cloak of modern technology, spewing bullets forged from flesh and blood. Ultimately, their wings that once soared through the sky are broken by cold weapons, and they perish along with the challengers they once scorned.

An epic tale worthy of being sung extensively in any novel, now you can experience it firsthand.

Just imagining the story behind the composition is enough to get your blood pumping.

Victory or defeat is only temporary, but the spirit and style last a lifetime!
Hearing about the process of sharing the ready-to-eat meal, even without seeing it, made me feel a surge of excitement at the boundary between reality and illusion.

They're so cool!
"I also discovered that after it fired its machine gun, its own size decreased, suggesting that it used the flesh and blood that make up its existence as bullets."

"Perhaps this will be a major characteristic of key-based constructs like flesh and blood?"

Jiang Heyi couldn't help but applaud.

As expected of Khorne, who emerged undefeated in the qualifiers, he was able to observe and analyze useful details in a fleeting moment.

The word chain doll possesses a unique otherworldly vocabulary.

The parts of this lexicon that are ambiguous with the words they use are highly likely to give rise to bizarre and dangerous creations.

They can modify the culture of their world using their own vocabulary.

Jiang Heyi explained: "The word 'dangerous' can be selected at the beginning of the word chain, which is basically related to race. No matter how smoothly the word chain goes, it always has an advantage when drawing words."

Yi Yi made a mistake that ruined his life and couldn't help but scratch his head, complaining: "There is no such thing as a safe word. As long as it wants to, it can always find a way to distort it."

“We’ve already passed the level, so we need you to be stuck for a while and do some testing.” Jiang Heyi relayed Fries’ guess, “The word chain puppet must have some limitations, otherwise its highly free change ability and the means of ambiguity and distortion of word chain would be something that players under level suppression cannot handle.”

By passing through the Easter egg level, you'll discover the boundary between reality and illusion. Even in a challenging situation, the Overlord, in order to ensure a good user experience, won't forcibly set units as hostile entities, but rather maximizes their numerical capabilities.

Take the powerful flesh priest as an example.

He commanded the war to exterminate the lowly, holding a pivotal position and deeply favored by the ruler.

However, she is an opponent that players can crush and defeat in battle using special mechanics—although Jiang Heyi is unaware of what hidden conditions they triggered that directly earned her recognition.

However, every player who is lucky enough to enter the Easter egg level can challenge it repeatedly until they see her say "I give up" in a sorry state, which undoubtedly shows the attitude of the designers of Proof of the Stars.

"You mean he must have some weaknesses?"

Jiang Heyi affirmed the idea of ​​ready-to-eat food.

"Perhaps there is a special safe word that, once the chain touches it, can weaken its transforming power."

"Or, in the word chain, only one of the ambiguities can be triggered."

At this point, some people who eat ready-to-eat food finally realized something more important.

"Potato Bro, you guys... cleared the level?" "Wait a minute, let me check the leaderboard... Holy crap, number one in the entire server!"

"No, how did you guys do that? What's the starting point for the chain? Let us copy your homework!"

The Khorneans cried out that this was too much of a shock to their worldview. They had just been mowed down by flesh-and-blood wartboars and were in a sorry state. But when they turned around, the boundary between reality and illusion was casually walking ahead.

"We didn't play the word chain game well either, and we ended up winning by brute force."

"..."

"..."

Despite a 10-level difference, they ignored the pressure and tower-dived for a kill.

After a brief silence, someone couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"So this is what you are."

The exchange is ongoing.

In order to organize the relevant information as quickly as possible, the boundary between virtual and real worlds paused its tower-climbing efforts and partnered with Khorne.

After two rounds of setbacks, both sides reached the same conclusion.

The rhythm of the relay is very important. With a 5-second time limit, it is safest to answer at the 4th second to avoid unforced slips of the tongue.

Aside from vague terms, word chain games should try to gravitate towards attributes that are emphasized by the team.

Taking the boundary between reality and illusion as an example, if there is an incarnation of "Glutton" in the team, then you can try to add the names of some sea creature members, but you must not be a siren.

Compared to the uncontrollable, it's also good that the final stitching material contains elements that the team has restrained.

The final selection stage of the relay depends on both luck and the team's offensive capabilities.

Most players lack skill, and luck is an unpredictable factor, so having strong language skills is the most controllable aspect of the game.

Holding the Sultry Heartstone grants immunity to disruptive illusions released by the Solitaire during the Solitaire event—everything Fries witnessed was confirmed to be part of this mechanism, and can be avoided with mental magic suppression items.

During the exchange, someone couldn't help but joke, "Aren't you afraid that by teaching like this, we'll climb out of the pit and overtake you?"

Jiang Heyi glanced at his companions, and they all burst into laughter.

"Don't worry, once you've climbed out, we'll be able to reach the summit even faster."

“We have an agreement that since the name has the national flag attached, we will stand united against external forces.”

The dynamic boundary between reality and illusion is clearly visible through the candlelight and the weaving wind.

Candlelight smiled even more, but she didn't show off. She simply picked up the teacup on the table, took a small sip, and raised her eyebrows slightly. Her eyes held a mixture of inquiry and amusement, which made Zhifeng's face tense up.

She can read the meaning of candlelight.

"what about you?"

Do you have a team that defines the boundary between reality and virtuality?

Zhi Feng sneered: "You're only being so generous because you leaked the information to them beforehand."

“Weaving Wind, I suggest you don’t doubt the solution that can be selected by the Proof of the Stars, the solution that belongs only to the world of Anna.” Candlelight reminded, “There are many variables in retracing the path of Anna. Their noble character is of utmost importance in perfectly matching history and reshaping history.”

“Every step they took was in line with the Dominator’s vision and the expectations of the heroes at many key junctures in that world.”

"The boundary between reality and illusion doesn't need to be deliberately acted out. Even if someone knows nothing about it, they will still lend a helping hand just because of our friendship."

"Not to mention, at this very moment, the national flag is flying behind the Khorne Chosen Guild."

Seeing that Zhifeng remained silent, Zhuhu continued speaking.

Do you know why I despise your behavior?

"Did I break any rules?"

"Of course not, and I don't intend to engage in a debate about morality and rules with you. I just want to remind you to recognize an objective advantage that I have."

Candlelight stood up and looked down at the thousands of projected squares below, depicting the diverse lives of the players.

"The world beneath my feet may be imperfect, or it may be filled with despicable and treacherous people who have committed countless evil deeds, causing war to spread and continue to this day."

"But even so, they are the most peaceful and orderly civilization I have encountered along the way."

"Compared to the Three Domes, I believe they understand the true meaning of peace, rules, order, and cooperation better."

"Since you possess my memories, you should remember how my Lord described to us those worlds with magical currents, and how civilization manifested itself?"

The wind remained silent.

She knew that, of course, and therefore she didn't want to continue the conversation.

But the candlelight wasn't going to let her go.

Compared to the world beneath my feet, the word "savage" seems pale and powerless.

"Therefore, I have higher expectations for the player community that this world has nurtured."

"Compared to the Three Domes, they are, in a way, more pure as players."

Zhifeng gritted her teeth: "It seems you still think you have the victory in your grasp. I hate your lecturing."

"I am not preaching, but simply stating an objective fact that will not change according to our individual will."

"You brought the players of the Three Kingdoms into this massive game, but you failed to enlighten their wisdom or broaden their horizons."

"Such a large group, driven only by your role as a god, and your vague promises, I don't think their creativity and imagination can compare with mine."

"Imagination, creativity?" Zhi Feng sneered, "In the face of strength and results, can these things you've mentioned really have a decisive impact on the outcome of the game?"

"If you can't win, it's meaningless."

"In games, you should win!"

The candlelight went silent.

After a while, she sat back down with a smile on her face and didn't say another word.

"I'm going to win."

A powerful voice echoed in her heart.

At this moment, she no longer bothered to boast to Zhifeng about this declaration that was bound to become a reality.

You cannot discuss things that someone with conflicting perceptions cannot understand with them.

Just like flat-earth theorists who always believe what they think, stubbornly believing that everyone in the world is deceived by false truths, and that only they themselves have mastered the true code.

Weaver Wind had no idea that when the Sovereign created the Proof of the Stars, he had said that imagination and creativity were projections that everyone would inevitably see in the Proof of the Stars.

How can someone who is obsessed with winning and losing understand the ruler, and how can they possibly rise to a higher level in the Chaos Tower world, a place that embodies the will of many rulers?

(End of this chapter)