T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 376, page 375: Guild Stronghold? Guild Dungeon!
Battle groups built on sheer numbers are not particularly strong overall, and the site anomalies of the Flesh Furnace could take their lives at any moment.

Blood is nourishment; the hellish arena continuously replenishes the war machines and women fighting on their home turf.

The woman driving the flesh-and-blood chariot is fighting them with her back to the spring.

As if a demon god had descended upon the world, a woman flicked her sleeve, and black mist billowed, blinding players along the way.

Before I even opened my eyes, my flesh and blood were already rapidly draining away. When I came to my senses, I realized that I had two holes in my body.

Several squads risked their lives to fill the passageway, trying to stop the woman from wreaking havoc towards the bathhouse.

In vain, the woman carelessly discarded the shriveled corpses, drained of blood and flesh, onto the ground, leaving them to be crushed by the rolling wheels and reduced to ashes.

The King Sparrow realized the seriousness of the situation.

The stronghold at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds has unknowingly become a special game instance.

The central plaza, corroded by blood, became a distorted living hell.

The final boss relies on the terrain mechanics and overwhelming power to sweep across the battlefield—or perhaps sweep away hunger.

This living hell is a place where every part of the body greedily craves flesh and blood.

The cracked ground reveals molars, the sky hangs down and grabs giant blood vessels, the walls crack and spew out corrosive blood, and the slime mold buds reach out to bind the players.

Players who haven't yet entered the atrium are lucky; they won't have to witness the horrifying sights.

This space is absorbing them.

It wasn't killing, it was devouring.

An insatiable hunger thirstily and greedily sucked at the remaining bodies and spirits of each player.

Ling Wangque had always felt that the Guild Base Workshop setting of the Stars of Proof was not advantageous to the defending side.

Even with the blessing of protection, which grants immunity to invasion for 10 hours around the clock, the defender remains vulnerable for the remaining time.

They've set up a beacon to attract bloodthirsty gamers from all over the world, blatantly telling everyone, "Come and fight me."

The limit on the number of intruders within a given time period is merely a minor consolation.

Even with the defenders' increased strength, invading a guild stronghold is not enough to make up for the numerical disadvantage.

The world server launched smoothly without any guild stronghold disputes because most top players found it to be a waste of time and resources after trying it out.

While the output is plentiful, the maintenance costs are high and there's always the fear of shutting it down, so it's better not to do it.

Now, the King Sparrow has seen a wonderful design that eliminates the differences between the offensive and defensive sides.

A complete information blind spot.

Several elite squads, comprised of players nearing level 20, traversed the tentacled sea of ​​flesh and bacteria, cutting their way into the embrace of the flesh and blood chariot.

With their combined attack, they broke through the woman's defenses and plunged their weapons into her heart.

Countless props and magical bombardments bombarded the flesh-and-blood chariot, blasting this deformed monster into a bloody mess.

The previous order finally took effect, and the King Sparrow trembled with excitement.

"boom!"

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

His joy lasted less than a second before the flesh-and-blood chariot exploded, sending dark red fragments of flesh flying like the spikes of a rotten sea urchin, splattering the players with putrid juices.

A hissing sound of strong acid corroding metal filled the air.

Players were horrified to discover that their equipment durability was rapidly decreasing, which in turn began to corrode their shield value.

The dark green poisonous fog surged and spread, with fine fluorescent particles floating in it, creating ominous ripples in the air.

The deathrattle effect of Corpse Explosion instantly wiped out the combat zone, leaving the elite squad that had just been mobilized with nothing but ashes.

Wanting to reward his numb nerves with the words "at least the flesh and blood chariot was sent away," Ling Wangque pressed his temples, opened his eyes, and saw a woman standing firm amidst the rolling green mist.

Black veil, black dress, black skirt, black gloves.

There wasn't a single scratch on his body, as if the tearing and piercing of his body during the battle with the elite players had never happened.

Her incredible self-healing ability made her breathtaking just by standing there.

Ling Wangque hesitated: "You only destroyed her vehicle; is her true form in the second stage?"

While selecting high-level player teams, he kept an eye on the woman's movements.

"Wha, what!"

Suddenly, a strange change occurred. Blood and foam churned at the woman's feet, and from the fleshy, fungal carpet covering the players' feet, the sticky, pupa-like sounds instantly filled everyone's ears.

Thousands of flesh and blood burst forth from the earth, converging into a rapidly expanding tumor in the woman's hand.

The heavy greatsword took shape in a single breath. The weapon, forged from living tissue, was covered in a dark red hue characteristic of decay, with a tubular blood groove recessed in the center of its dark red spine.

The blade is irregularly serrated, and each tooth is identical in shape to the molar hell that devours players in the living chamber.

The living flesh sword is like a giant tendon with its skin peeled off; each fiber is twitching at a different frequency, as if it had just been taken off the host's body.

With magic unleashed, the woman was subjected to yet another round of progressive barrage attacks under the command of the Feathered Sparrow.

This is the most effective and lethal combo attack that players can launch against the BOSS in an open area.

The giant sword plunged into the ground, and crimson ripples spread out continuously.

Thousands of magical raindrops fell, but the woman remained unharmed within the crimson barrier created by the giant sword.

The boundary between the virtual and the real has been blurred into a projection viewing battleground mode, with everyone enjoying a cup of hot tea and a peaceful state of mind.

Seeing this, my heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally at ease.

It turns out that "Flesh and Blood in the Box" does not refer to a single individual, but rather to an entire instance mode.

Offering sacrifices to the guild statue will assess the guild's current status and trigger the corresponding dungeon difficulty when a sufficient number of invading units are sacrificed.

Considering that the ruler of the Candlelight Clan is the leader of these flesh and blood monsters, and the flesh and blood in the box is a reward from an Easter egg level, it is only natural that he has such power.

"Flesh and blood in the box, so it's a massive dungeon of flesh and blood creations." The jailer comfortably crossed his legs. "1500 blood food, that's probably the highest trigger level? There can't be anything higher or cooler, right?"

Zhong Zemo chewed on the pear flesh stuffed into his mouth from under the covers: "Hard to say. We only managed to win against that incredibly astringent nun in the Easter egg level by using a trick. It seems her combat power can easily crush these flashy creations."

The flashy creation Zhong Zemo spoke of, the black-clad woman wielding the giant flesh-and-blood sword, was just like Zhao Yun at Changban Slope, charging straight into the players' ranks and causing chaos.

Anyone with scheduling experience knows that the more people involved, the bigger the problems.

How to fully leverage the advantage of numbers has always been a subject of study.

Looking at the chaotic battle, shouting "Charge!" is very simple.

The challenge lies in rapidly breaking down commands into smaller parts so that each part can execute independently and work together.

The King Sparrow not only faces the dilemma of how to effectively coordinate and snipe the Flesh and Blood Greatsword and the woman in black, but also the predicament of being unable to issue orders.

From his perspective, the team was killing each other.

The Proof of the Stars had no option to disable friendly fire; the flesh-and-blood giant sword pierced through the crowd, and the woman danced alongside it, splashing out crimson afterimages that mercilessly reaped lives.

The player instinctively retaliated, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

A jumble of magical spells crackled and popped, accompanied by shouts of "You're fucking attacking friendly forces!"

In the chaos, the woman ruthlessly reaped flesh and blood.

With each ray of red light infused into the flesh-and-blood greatsword, the range and speed of her next crimson sword strike increased. The tumor at the hilt swelled, surging life force flowing into the woman's body, forming a visible barrier of blood and energy.

With the support of several companions, a Shadowman leaped out of the shadows and launched a stealth attack.

The dagger struck the blood shield with a crisp "clang".

The Shadow Stalker watched in despair as his dagger could only leave a pitiful, laughable white mark on the surging blood.

It doesn't even qualify as a scratch.

The more you fight, the stronger you become; you devour and grow stronger, and the terrain provides bonuses.

The opportune moment and favorable location have both collapsed.

Originally, the combined attack of dozens of mages could have repelled the woman and shattered the giant sword.

Now, dozens of fireballs and ice spikes are merely a tiny glimmer of light under the vast sword energy.

What's even more despairing is that a moving pool of blood began to form beneath the woman's feet, growing larger and larger.

The moving field enveloped the player; within it, the sword energy released by the woman was almost impossible to withstand with any shield, and anyone who touched it would die instantly.

To be honest, Jiang Heyi couldn't tell who was stronger, the flesh priest or the flesh chariot driver.

He was only amazed by the terrifying devouring and evolutionary power of the flesh and blood creations. After only a short battle, these weak creatures transformed themselves into undead monsters that were fearless of damage and could heal at high speed through a series of killings.

No wonder Candlelight once said that this power was fortunately wielded by those of high moral character.

It feels strange...would someone with high moral character really research this kind of evil magic?

"If this power were given to the jailer, the whole world would probably be welcoming the Jailer God Cult the very next day," the person in bed teased.

The jailer put his legs down, sat up straight, and said seriously, "How could that be? I'm not that kind of person."

"But I'll consider trying out their exotrophic flesh armor operation." The jailer licked his lips. "It feels really cool."

The woman in black finally faced off against the elite squad of level 18 that Ling Wangque had painstakingly summoned, a total of 11 people.

The piecemeal approach was not advisable; it took a considerable amount of time to gather people from the bathhouse and the passageway on the other side of the central plaza.

One battle will decide the outcome!

Since it's a copy, we need to crack the mechanism.

The growth rate of flesh and blood creatures is too fast. If they cannot be eliminated before they reach their full potential, then no matter how many people come, they will just be food for the living chamber.

Nearly a hundred people stood in an open area, surrounding the flesh-and-blood female swordswoman, ready for battle. The rising and falling chants of blessings made the tranquil, suffocating air ripple with barely perceptible movement.

The flesh-and-blood female swordswoman silently drew power from the flesh-and-blood greatsword, forming robust exoplanets on her body, her dark red muscles displaying a captivating metallic sheen.

By consuming flesh and blood, they can target specific areas to strengthen and repair damage.

The boundary between the virtual and the real felt like it had become the ultimate villain, and countless adventurers who came upon hearing the bad news stood on the front line to resist the erosion of flesh and blood.

The war is about to start.

The flesh-and-blood sword plunged into the earth, halting all flesh-and-blood processes within the living chamber. The ground, corroded by the flesh-and-blood creations, withered and decayed, and countless energies rapidly gathered, converging on the woman's body.

“It can’t be…” Ling Wangque wiped the fine sweat from her forehead.

Centered on the woman, the blood swamp spreads like a phantom, enveloping everything around it.

The invisible sword energy was released in an instant, leaving only the relentless "hissing" sound of it flying through the air.

The elite squad that Ling Wangque thought could make an impact was completely reduced to a pool of blood.

Along with a large number of players watching from the periphery, they were also wiped out by the massive sword energy.

Strangely, several players who were close to the area affected by the Blood Swamp were completely unharmed.
The King Sparrow noticed that these lucky individuals were currently struggling against the blood-sucking tentacles extending from the wall, trying to break free from their restraints.

"They even included a fake instant-kill mechanism?"

By absorbing enough energy through killing to reach the trigger threshold, one can instantly unleash a powerful spell.

Is it really necessary to continue?
The minions were merely tools for the flesh-and-blood swordsman to heal; the more they came, the happier she was.

The opponent grew stronger over time, combining healing and mechanic-based attacks into a complete boss.

Endless loop.

This reminded the King Sparrow of a joke.

After someone triggered the Demonic Metasequoia, they started a 100-person raid group, attempting to overwhelm the Metasequoia with sheer numbers.

As a result, the Metasequoia dynamically adjusted the difficulty and attack modules based on player data.

The players in the stands screamed as they were sucked dry by the flesh and blood greatsword. The King Sparrow quickly contacted the middleman and told him bluntly that today's mission had failed.

"Failure, you told me with absolute certainty that there was no chance of failure."

The middleman was clearly very dissatisfied.

"Nobody told me that the other side had a special item that could turn a guild stronghold into a dungeon."

"Then you should conquer the dungeon!"

Ling Wangque suppressed her anger and explained, "Would you consider forming a thousand-person team to farm the Demonic Water Fir?"

The dawn redwood has a notorious reputation.

To date, no one has claimed to have conquered the Demonic Metasequoia Line.

The middleman disagreed with retreating: "Since we've already reached cooperation agreements with these guilds and they've all agreed, we should give them all away to make our money worthwhile."

Ling Wangque could no longer hold back and warned, "The boundary between the real and the virtual has strange guild collections that can steal materials from the dead. Even if you have nothing on you, you can still generate green materials from the void with a certain probability."

"The more they give away, the more they earn."

"I bought their time, so they should deliver it all!"

The middleman relayed the tough orders from the mastermind behind the scenes, and Ling Wangque was speechless.

He glanced at the scene of the flesh-and-blood swordsmen gambling on the refresh points to eat at the buffet, exhaled a breath of stale air, and gave the order to send them to their deaths.

The players who received the order thought that an epic battle was about to unfold on the other side of the portal, but they didn't know that at the feet of the flesh-and-blood swordsman, there was already a hellish scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The bathhouse is now a cemetery.

After witnessing the last intruder's body being dismembered, a joyful shout erupted in the hall, as if someone had regressed to their ancestral ways.

In another distant land, a group of players, who had just woken up, angrily smashed the objects in their hands.

In the guild, Ksha and the others, who were unable to participate in the battle due to the triggering of the dungeon mode by the flesh and blood in the box, were dumbfounded.

Elaevi stared blankly at the central plaza, which had been transformed into a living chamber, and pressed down on the shoulders of the two of them.

"What kind of evil magic is your guild practicing? This thing, this thing... yes, uh, right, Kshatriya, it's your lover's handiwork, isn't it?"

"To Mint, it seems you're saying it's your child."

"So, you had no idea they were secretly tinkering with such a terrifying thing?"

She almost screamed.

The two were also deeply shocked, but at this moment, they both spoke up in unison: "It's not our guild, Eleravia. You signed a contract of servitude. Now, and from now on, it's your guild."

(End of this chapter)