T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 375, Section 374: Living Hell

For some inexplicable reason, life seemed to recognize its master, and Kshatriya instinctively stroked the submissive, bowed snake head.

Countless tangled blood vessels and nerves, like vines startled by the spring breeze, frantically clung to her wrist.

Deep red threads meandered, wrapped, and clung to her arm. In the blink of an eye, her arm, which was stroking the flesh and blood in the box, was enveloped by layers of patterns.

The people outside the screen were startled, and Mint, who was standing next to her, didn't hesitate for long and raised her hand to slap it down.

Beneath the black mist, the blood and flesh threads, like the meridians of the human body, receded like the tide.

The flesh and blood inside the box docilely and obediently transformed into a harmless slime, bouncing and jumping on the ground.

King Slime trembled for no apparent reason.

Just watching it freely mimic the forms of its own kind sent chills down her spine.

Why does such a sense of unease arise from the depths of my mind when we've only just met?

The mint's touch seemed to instill even greater awe in the flesh and blood within the box.

The sounds of the sticky, fleshy cricket pupae, echoing within my body, subsided.

The slime transformed into a kitten, circling around Ksha and Mint.

Amazingly, the one who recognized her master was Kesha, yet she rubbed vigorously against Mint's leg, her little eyes constantly scrutinizing her appearance, vividly displaying both respect and awe.

Kesha regained his composure and clenched it in his palm: "You said you were willing to serve me, so, can you kill all the intruders?"

“It won’t be easy, but it’s possible,” said the flesh and blood in the box. “For 1500 blood sacrifices, I will show the corresponding loyalty and strength.”

He agreed casually and without hesitation.

It's as casual as eating and drinking.

The flesh and blood in the box transformed once more into a massive, fleshy python, leaving a sticky trail of blood in the guild hall.

It suddenly stopped.

"Master, is there anything else you require?"

"Require?"

"How will you deal with the intruders?" The flesh inside the box flicked its tongue and tilted its head slightly.

Kesha blinked, somewhat surprised.

Custom orders are even possible?

"Complete the cleaning in the most efficient way."

Anxious about the guild's current situation, she urged them briefly and to the best of her ability.

"As ordered."

……

……

The team regrouped, and the King Sparrow gazed at the hundreds and thousands of players.

He had just been engrossed in sorting out information and coordinating the team, and the overwhelming amount of information left him overwhelmed.

At this moment, he calmed down and straightened his back.

With thousands of people at his command, he could mobilize personnel, issue orders, and command with great authority.

He had served in the military, but he was just a nobody under the conscription system.

Standing there, at this moment, for the first time in his life, Ling Wangque felt a sense of pride and arrogance, like a general, as he lightly tapped the table with his hand, waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

The player assisting with the scheduling sent him the data.

The central courtyard exploded, and 1920 players were forced to leave the game.

Besides those who died directly from the impact and had to leave the battlefield, many others were forced to leave due to damaged supplies and equipment.

The sinister dragon, and the poisonous fog left behind after the strange little sun in her hand exploded caused them heavy casualties.

The King Sparrow was well aware of the maximum number of people that could be invaded within a certain timeframe.

If they fail to make progress in the second round, then continuing to fight the boundary between the virtual and the real with only the remaining 1000 people is nothing short of wishful thinking.

The level is still too low.

If the average level is 20, the NPCs on the boundary between the virtual and real worlds won't be so arrogant.

Thinking of this, the King Sparrow couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The benefits promised by the official team for the Stars of Proof are something that no level 20 player would consider ignoring.

Aside from the profit-sharing benefits provided to the top players, the higher the level a player reaches in the tower climb, the more chances they have to spin the reward wheel, with prizes including generous cash rewards.

A simple and brutal way of throwing money around; wealth is a powerful motivator.

When the middleman approached Ling Wangque's team, who were on the fourth floor, he refused twice.

Only after the other party offered a dazzling price did he reassure his team and accept the big job.

High-level, high-ranking players don't get involved. They challenge others' fortresses with home-field advantage, going all out in one go, then waning in strength, and finally exhausting themselves.

As the king of the feathered sparrow closed his eyes, enjoying the cyber-smart thrill of commanding thousands of troops, an untimely commotion reached his ears.

Something went wrong with the team that spawned in the direction of the bathhouse. Three members of a newly spawned squad were seriously injured, and four died on the spot.

The King Sparrow asked, "What happened?"

"The players who entered the guild at the same time seemed to be from their country, and they immediately launched an attack upon seeing us."

In preparation for today's invasion, the entire warband deliberately changed their game time to avoid the peak hours when Chinese players were most concentrated and active.

This time of day, according to observation, is also the time with the fewest invading tourists, making it very convenient for them to occupy all invading opportunities, create a busy line, and block all possible reinforcements at the virtual and real boundaries.

This also makes reasonable use of the rules of the Proof of the Stars.

Unexpectedly, at this time, some players actually came to the boundary between the virtual and real worlds for sightseeing. When they realized something was wrong, they didn't leave but instead launched an attack on them.

Ling Wangque frowned slightly and waved his hand dismissively as if brushing away a fly: "Ignore these little incidents, speed up the formation, and assemble in the central courtyard."

This is just a drop in the ocean of effort; today's stronghold at the boundary between the real and virtual worlds will surely be breached!

Another uproar ensued.

The King Sparrow turned its head impatiently, glancing at the passageway leading from the central courtyard to the temple area.

In the shadows of the passage, a massive shadow slowly expanded, occupying every inch of the passage except for the semicircle above.

It strained forward, its towering head stretching forward eagerly, squeezing out of the narrow space ahead of its round body.

Even if you can't see its exact appearance, its struggling and writhing posture is enough to make onlookers laugh.

A fellow creature of the Frog-Headed Stitches, a heavy, clumsy creation?

When he was exposed to the light, the King Sparrow trembled.

The monstrous offspring of a Hydra and a Slime—that was his first thought upon witnessing it.

Its lower body is round, smooth, and translucent, just like the slimes players see in the wild at the beginning of the game.

Its upper body, a translucent dark red, was thinly draped in a layer of hazy moisture, making it impossible to see its interior clearly, as if looking through frosted glass.

The strange hydra slime showed no signs of attacking; it simply stretched its head taut, burying it into the ground like a steel cable securing an object.

Multiple snake heads extended from the slime's body, haphazardly straining in different directions as if tearing at the shared flesh and blood.

Shang Yang thought it wasn't a tribute, but a transcendence.

"What is it doing?"

The King Sparrow noticed something amiss.

Centered on it, dark red blood plasma, foul-smelling and flowing from the cracks in the bricks and tiles, radiates outwards in strands, like the veins of plant roots.

The slurry seemed to possess a life of its own, joking and shrieking as it raced along every inch of the land, staining the central square with a putrid, scarlet hue.

The site is being altered. The moment the dark red viscous fluid touches the brick seams, the entire atrium emits a groan as if its organs are convulsing.

The surface of the floor tiles developed skin-like wrinkles, and what seeped out between the tiles was no longer moss but fine fleshy buds.

The rotting fleshy fibers proliferated wildly with the surging mucus, transforming the stone floor into the constantly pulsating walls of a biological cavity.

The ground had long lost its cold, hard stone texture, and the creeping, scarlet, rotting flesh clung to the players' feet, secreting filamentous fluids.

Countless translucent blood vessels emerge from the humus layer, their walls rhythmically contracting and expanding.

The purplish-red "vines" hanging from the ceiling spewed out a foul-smelling, bloody, viscous liquid, which dripped and splattered, and blood gathered in the courtyard.

For a moment, Ling Wangque's brain went blank. His mouth was slightly open as he stared at the scene, which in a few breaths had become a living chamber.

And they were like parasites who had mistakenly entered a cavity?

The players on the front lines were equally shocked.

what is this?
What is this?

What the hell is this?!

"Attack! Eliminate that strange creature!" the King Sparrow commanded.

No matter how bizarre the posture or how strange the abilities, this is a game.

If the numbers are right, even a god will have to show their health bar!
"BOSS, it...self-destructed."

"what?"

Ling Wangque stared intently and saw that the evil thing that had changed the environment of the guild's stronghold was actually tearing itself apart and carrying itself away like a coffin by nine dragons in a self-destructive process.

The absurd scene made him wipe his eyes.

The spectators, including Kesha, were all puzzled by the boundary between reality and illusion on the field.

Just, that’s it?

The creature created through the blood sacrifice of 1500 people is a powerful Field Spell Card?

I hope the perverse humor from the Dominator Easter egg level doesn't continue here!

"Squeak, squeak~~~~"

"Squeak, squeak~~~~"

The wheels rolled over flesh with a tooth-grinding, sticky, squelching sound, followed by the stiff friction of the axle turning.

Eight creatures, resembling snakes or earthworms but with transparent, almost ethereal bodies, were enveloped in black mist and tightly connected to the chariots they carried behind them.

Fascia forms the axle, bones form the wheels, and flesh dissolves to form the frame.

A strange chariot, seemingly emerging from hell, features an open seating area in the center.

The woman, dressed in black with a black veil covering her face, sat gracefully atop the altar. Even without catching a glimpse of her divine countenance, she inexplicably evoked feelings of ambiguity within the figures.

The jailer couldn't help but exclaim, "So beautiful!"

Orange Tea asked in bewilderment, "You didn't even see her face."

"No need to look at her face, that graceful figure, that steady and composed demeanor as she sits on the vehicle, her aura is just amazing!" The jailer praised without reservation.

Jiang Heyi sensed that he had already made a plan to have someone draw the drawings.

Having already experienced the onslaught of the field magic cards that swept through the courtyard, a bloodthirsty, demonic chariot hurtles towards them, enough to make any player jump.

Without waiting for the King Sparrow's command, the players at the front could not suppress their impulse and cast spells from a distance.

A gradual magical bombardment swept over the chariot, while countless streams of magical light were kept at bay with a gentle wave of the woman's hand.

"72, 78, attack, attack!" King Sparrow located the battle group and issued the order.

If we don't understand the enemy's characteristics, we need to probe them.

The moment the two closest squads looked toward the tank, the woman whose face was veiled also noticed them through the veil.

In the spacious central plaza, the tanks emitted a deafening hum, like the whistles of ships.

Incredible! How could it possibly make such a sound?
At the same time as the sound was emitted, the tank moved to the sides of the two squads at an incredible speed.

"Movement" might not be the most accurate description; from God's perspective, she was practically teleporting.

The woman, dressed in black, unleashed dozens of tentacles from her body, piercing through all the members of the two squads with lightning speed.

It was as fast as lightning, giving no one time to react.

The shield was pierced, but the player's consciousness had not yet dissipated.

They watched helplessly as their flesh and blood gradually withered and shrank.

"Gulu~"

"Gulu~~~"

Along the tentacles, flesh and blood flowed into the woman's body like a delicious beverage.

"Xiba!"

The King Sparrow couldn't help but cry out.

Is this really the Anna worldview, the Proof of the Stars worldview? What exactly is this life form made of? Is it a necromancer creation?

"Attention, a suspected undead creation has appeared."

"Enchant everyone with both light and fire attributes, immediately!"

The tank instantly wiped out two squads, and once again roared deafeningly.

The heart-stopping ship's horn was the signal that an attack had begun.

It was another teleportation. This time, the woman, driving a blood-soaked chariot, suddenly appeared at the beginning of the passage leading from the bathhouse to the central square.

The reinforcements, who were gathering in the war zone, looked at the shadow that stood like a demon at the end of the passage and listened to the constant "crack" of flesh and bone being ground together, and their hearts trembled.

"Shield Guards, assemble! Stop its charge!"

The King Sparrow shouted, hoping that the group of people who entered later would react in time and stop the strange chariot.

The chariots roared, and some of the players, shield-bearers, charged forward, fearlessly meeting the twisted creation.

As the shield landed, a tremendous force suddenly wrapped around his waist.

Before they could react, only their souls remained in place, while their bodies, accompanied by pitiful screams, flew gracefully into the air, crashing against the hard, cold wall and blooming into vibrant flowers of blood.

The patterns attached to the wall grew densely, and thick, blood-red tubular objects protruded from both sides of the wall, lashing at the surrounding players like willow branches.

The powerful tentacles then directly targeted the warriors with vigorous blood and energy, dragging them away from the battlefield to feast on them.

Hatched by the Hydra Slime, this place has become a living hell.

One player was walking along when he suddenly missed a step, and by the time he realized what was happening, he was already out of the game.

From God's perspective, it's a clear view: a pit filled with molars, the sharp, lamprey-like teeth opening and closing intermittently, shattering the dreams of one player after another like a blender.

The entire process was extremely fast, taking less than a second. Players not only didn't feel the simulated tingling pain, but their consciousness also felt as if they had never entered the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, instantly returning to their hometown.

Some players engaged in fierce combat with humanoid figures that were merely flesh and blood, only to discover, on the verge of death, that they were actually attacking their own allies.

One player had crimson flowers blooming on his body, yelling "I can't stop!" before leaping and hitting his teammate.

It's a mess, everything is a mess.

King Sparrow knew that it was all the work of that strange chariot and that strange woman.

"Highest-level squads, assemble! Squads 99, 107, and 121, location: west passage of the central plaza. Why aren't you focusing all your efforts on killing that strange creation?!"

Squad 99's report came back immediately: "We're here... but she seems immortal!"

What does "immortality" mean?

“All injuries heal quickly.” The captain of Squad 99 swallowed hard. “It seems she can rapidly restore her health by killing units.”

(End of this chapter)