T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 452, Section 451: Victory in the Melee
The attack was sudden, and the messenger was unable to discern the extent of the chaos on the battlefield or how many attackers there were.

The sudden earthquake caused everyone in the camp to run around.

Wilson, the high-ranking mage and logistics commander, was killed in this chaotic situation.

If the messenger could observe more calmly from a higher vantage point, he would be surprised to find...

There were only two people who attacked the valley camp.

One red and one blue, their colors perfectly complement each other.

French fries had no idea that they had killed a big shot.

After Jiang Heyi's fireball blasted the camp, she immediately spotted this conspicuous guy shouting loudly to maintain order.

During the surprise attack, the opponent's gaze was clearly in another direction, yet he suddenly deployed a magic shield, reached out his hand towards her, and made a casting gesture.

This made French Fries' heart skip a beat.

In the midst of the chaos, sensing the enemy beyond one's line of sight—could it be that we've encountered a hidden master?

The mad wolf slashed at the thick magic shield, and as she prepared for her next attack, she was shocked to discover...

How did it break into two pieces?
The prediction was world-class, but the final outcome was disappointing.

She hasn't had such a strong inner monologue in a long time.

After changing clothes and blending into the camp, Jiang Heyi enjoyed the commotion he had caused, occasionally lighting a fire to enhance the atmosphere.

Through his discussion with Mint, Jiang Heyi gained a deeper understanding of how many factors, within the framework of the magical worldview, limit the effectiveness of high-level mages in legion-level clashes.

Limiting high-level combat capabilities is a mandatory course in warfare for every country.

Peria's ability to fully implement the Suppression Pearls into her subordinate legions suggests that she must possess other means of suppressing or even nullifying magic.

Mint casually made a sarcastic remark about Anna.

She believed that even under the Lion King's rule, at the height of the Anna Empire, there might not have been such an exaggerated anti-magic configuration.

With Peria clashing with Anna, the fate of the thousand-year-old empire will likely be no better than that of Huilan, which is currently being destroyed.

"Get out of bed and report the situation."

"received."

After briefly observing the situation under the covers, I immediately typed in the chat channel.

“In Oleksandr’s tent, the conch shells blared, and he seemed to be ordering the ordinary soldiers to retreat with the cavalry on the flanks.”

"High-ranking mages near the central command tent have begun to move, and their target is most likely Khorne."

"Another group went to the outskirts of the battlefield."

"The elemental magic artillery of the four primal beings fired beautifully, severely disrupting Peria's magic barrage, and preventing the indiscriminate attack from being launched."

Tetraprototype: "Thank you for the compliment. Compared to the canned goods on the top front, it's just a tiny contribution."

"It flew over my head and I could feel a very strong magical aura. It was definitely not an ordinary opponent."

Jiang Heyi hurriedly asked, "Canned food, received?"

"Thanks, warm bed. I've already issued a warning: the Khornean formation is tightening and they're ganging up to slaughter us."

"Try to use exaggerated killing methods to leave a deep impression on the Peria people," Jiang Heyi emphasized again.

The filthy soup: "Don't worry, it's guaranteed to be exaggerated!"

The player's greatest advantage is an uninterrupted and highly efficient information exchange channel.

Commanding a legion of ten thousand men, orders were relayed from Oleksandr's camp to every corner of the legion, requiring passage through officers, centurions, and even more.

In a constantly shifting battlefield, even magic cannot transmit information in a timely manner.

Not to mention the organizational chaos caused by combat casualties.

As long as Oleksandr plays it safe, he can easily crush the players.

We must win by creating chaos.

Try to vent as much pressure as possible on the other person.

Even if he is an outstanding legion commander, wise and insightful, he still needs his subordinates to execute his plans in practice.

These ordinary people whose lives are disrupted, each time the execution of orders is reduced by 20%, layer upon layer, may end up with zero in reality.

Jiang Heyi was pondering how to further destroy Peria's command system when he suddenly found his steps heavy, as if an invisible weight was pressing down on his shoulders.

Suddenly, a unified shout of battle erupted from the chaotic camp, and the swords were pointed at him in disguise.

"Did someone see me commit a dirty trick?"

How did he manage to deliver the message in such a short time?

Jiang Heyi frowned, summoned the Tide Resonance Space Slash, and cleaved forward with a powerful strike.

Wherever the azure water rippled, corpses were torn apart.

A single strike can wipe out enemies within a 5-meter radius.

Peria's soldiers were filled with terror, as if they had seen a demon.

French Fries: "Hey Hey, watch out, there's a tough guy coming."

The chat channel notification startled him.

French fries are the kind of reckless guy who gets stronger when faced with tough opponents and wants to clash with ruthless people every day.

If you can hear something like "not to be messed with" from her, it must be something like the Grim Reaper or some kind of twisted fate.

Is there such a person on this battlefield?

He glanced around, his gaze quickly sweeping over the tense and fearful expressions on the faces of the Peria people.

They gripped their weapons tightly, hesitating whether they should launch a brave challenge against this monster.

A vivid depiction of hesitation.

The cowardice and the triumphant song of passion turned into the sweat sticking to the palms.

If there is an enemy as described by French fries, he should maintain the composure that does not belong to the weak.

But he neither saw nor heard...

The shouts and panicked cries that flowed around us like a tidal wave were overwhelming, and the emotions of ordinary soldiers were suppressed by a powerful force.

It was as if an invisible dome had fallen from nowhere, isolating the inside from the outside and sucking away the voices that all living beings were desperately shouting out.

The soldiers of Peria were spared; they heard a revelation beyond the silence and retreated.

French fries came rushing over, back to back with Jiang Heyi.

She opened her mouth, but not a single note came out.

All sounds are silent.

Centered on them, this place becomes a vacuum of sound.

The sounds originating from my own body are still there.

In the silence, Jiang Heyi felt as if his heart would burst out of his body at any moment.

Not far away, there were nine people in total, all wearing black fitted robes with light gold withered branch patterns adorning their robes.

The face beneath the robe was shrouded in mist, likely some kind of visual obscuring technique.

He sent a message.

"It seems I've run into a tough character here."

Ready to eat right out of the can, instant results.

"You too? I have some here too."

The thick soup, along with its enormous pot that could hold a person, was sent flying backward by the force of a bull.

It landed among the Peria soldiers who couldn't retreat in time, smashing a bloody path through them.

"That's the berserker style! The longer you fight, the more resilient you become!"

He grimaced as he got up, and his companion, who had rushed to his side, slapped him straight in the back.

"Nonsense! Look at the earth spirit on your body. The Tea God cast a shield on you from a great distance. Do you think Berserkers aren't made of flesh and blood and can compare to gods?"

"Holy crap, the Tea Master!"

To ensure the mage's survivability, the support characters stayed off the field, and at this distance, only the necromancer could provide support.

In such a chaotic battlefield, how did the Tea God notice him? Just thinking about the thick soup of filth gives me goosebumps.

So these guys from the boundary between the virtual and real worlds eat this well every time they climb the tower!
Other Khorne members who had never experienced the warmth of support since the server opened were also somewhat dazzled.

"Stop lamenting, the strange guy is coming."

Peria is a multi-ethnic nation, but as players fight their way through, all they see are humans.

At this moment, the alien race hidden in the army formation revealed itself.

Various mixed-race subhumans, towering two heads taller than ordinary people, looked down on everyone.

Players have encountered many mixed-race demi-humans throughout the game, but this group is quite different from the others.

Their surging blood and energy resonated with each other, forming a strange echo of heartbeats, like the resounding hum of a great bell.

Excessive blood energy overflowed from the body's surface, seeping into the air and forming a scarlet mist, filling the surroundings with a fishy smell that made one's throat feel dry.

"You only have 9 over there?" the instant-eating customer asked hastily.

How come there are dozens or hundreds of them?

The expected instant reply did not occur.

He instantly realized that the intensity of the confrontation on the potato's side had increased.

"Be careful, their power is strange."

The mixed-race demi-human bent his knees, squatted down, and in the blink of an eye, shot towards the crowd like a cannonball.

Fueled by bloodlust and fanaticism, the berserkers' reflexes were at their peak; even when viewed directly, their movements were still perceived as leaving afterimages.

"Boom!"

Using a slashing motion to counter the impact, the instant food felt as if its wrist had withstood the force of a collapsing mountain.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the hybrid demi-human was the more miserable side in the collision.

Some people's heads were severed by the blade so fast that only afterimages remained, while others used their bodies as hard as metal to resist the blade, causing the weapon to groan in pain.

In the end, however, the Khorneans prevailed. They exerted their combined strength, either slashing or pushing back the hybrid demi-humans pressing in front of them, sending them flying.

The idea of ​​winning a battle but being able to eat it straight from the can just feels weird!
They could clearly feel their weapons piercing into the flesh and blood of these hybrids, but the other side seemed to feel no pain.

Those who were injured but did not die were healing their wounds at a rapid pace!
The leader of the werewolves casually wiped the bloodstains off his fur, wiped them on the corner of his mouth, and licked them with his tongue, his face full of ecstasy.

“You seem to have a technique that makes you stronger the more you fight.”

"Perfect, we can do that too!"

Oleksandr waved his hand.

"Bless the Forge Guard."

A mage, heavily protected from behind the army lines, chanted a spell.

Layers of light overlapped, enveloping the mixed-race subhumans.

Their engorged muscles stretched their hair, bulging exaggeratedly, clearly revealing their bright red bodies.

The werewolf's originally bright green eyes were now a deep crimson.

"What immense power!"

The advantages of corps-based operations were fully demonstrated.

Another collision,

In full view of everyone, this time it was the seven members of the Khorne team who were sent flying backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

The patient vomited blood upon opening the can and immediately ate it. A herbal spirit burrowed into its body, promptly relieving the pain.

The fact that the Tea God could still notice this side proves that those acting as artillerymen on the periphery have already dealt with the enemies sent by Oleksandr.

He rubbed his chest, which was churning with blood and qi, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Boss, they're hitting harder and harder. Bloodlust and equipment aren't holding up very well."

Nagoro added, "If I had rainbow-level equipment, I'd probably be fine, but I'm fine now, since my weapon is a shield."

Every team has its own little gem.

The canned food, which had just recovered, felt like it was about to choke on blood again after hearing this.

Why are you showing off at a time like this!
We were completely surrounded.

The hybrids, who had received Legion-level buffs, were not going to let go of the chance to annihilate them.

This group of burly men surrounded the area in layers, leaving no gaps.

Jiang Heyi said they had to win through chaos, and he was right.

A counterattack that regains its footing is something they simply cannot withstand.

"I'll sacrifice myself, you guys just need to create an opening."

With the thick soup filling, he held the pot lid in his left hand and the large pot in his right, working in tandem.

他舔了舔嘴唇：“我比你们抗揍一点，跟在我身后。”

A bright streak of light pierced the sky.

Khorne's actions were thus interrupted. They and the hybrid demi-humans looked up together, watching as the beam of light from the outside of the battlefield was intercepted by the light barrier behind the army formation just as it was about to fall.

"not good!"

He opened the can and immediately shouted, then kicked the thick, foul-smelling soup.

"Clear the way, quick!"

Unsuspecting, Nagou Nongtang slammed the large pot down hard on the werewolf's massive pectoral muscles, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

It was the tetragonal entities that were helping.

Originally, the elemental mages and Oleksandr's ranged attack formations were mutually deterring each other, neither daring to fire the first shot for fear of being caught out.

However, because they were in a perilous situation, the elemental mages had no choice but to take the risk and help them out. This also completely exposed their current location!

The ranged attack arrays hidden throughout the army resounded simultaneously, and countless torrents of magic illuminated the night sky, crashing down into the distant woods.

Ready-to-eat straight from the can is really in a rush.

Unaware of Jiang Heyi's overall plans, and only able to see the local battle situation, he felt as if the sky had fallen.

They are the ones who harmed the Tetraprimates!

"Master, Father, please reply if you have nothing to say!"

No one answered.

The thought of eating straight from the can was disheartening, but a surge of anger suddenly erupted within me.

"Stray dog, get out of the way!"

The werewolves, led by the Forge Sentinels, blocked Khorne with a mocking expression, enjoying the despair brought to the group by the tragic annihilation of their teammates.

With effortless ease, it used its claws to grasp a rare weapon capable of cleaving through metal, pushing its physical capabilities to the limit.

This composure shone in the bright red eyes of the ready-to-eat food, but then vanished without a trace.

The excruciating pain spread from my five fingers throughout my entire body.

The body, blessed layer upon layer and resonating with the array, was no different from paper at this moment.

The blade, as hot as a hot knife gliding over butter, easily severed the left arm that was instinctively raised high.

The food, ready to eat right out of the can, has grotesque features and is bathed in the stench of blood, like a demon descending to earth.

He vaguely saw a roaring ghostly figure behind the man.

The spectators were stunned.

There are no numerical improvements.

It seems that only the mindset of those who buy canned goods has changed?
The werewolf's head flew off, and he grabbed it from the can and tied it to his waist.

"I want your life."

"I want your heads too."

"kill!!!"

"Crying blood!"

He deliberately swung a knife at himself to lower his condition.

The mixed-race individual, standing so close to that restless and bloodthirsty soul, couldn't help but tremble.

"What are you doing..."

Oleksandr also suddenly jolted.

The Forge Guard was deployed, and this group was already at its last gasp.

Why did he suddenly go crazy?

After fighting for so long, their posture and movements clearly showed that they were exhausted.

Ordinary people don't even have the strength to hold a knife.

Yet they can still perform with such grand and sweeping movements?

What is supporting it?

"Reporting, sir!"

"Say!"

"The enemy has broken out of the encirclement and is no longer engaged in combat. The rear guard in the valley has been cleared."

"Didn't they say we were surrounded?!" Oleksandr roared in fury!
"The remaining two are exceptionally powerful, having killed two adults from the Silent Spell Guild and created an opening."

"However, both of them are exhausted and should be unable to provide support on the front lines."

Oleksandr couldn't help but facepalm.

He waved his hand impatiently: "Release the illumination orbs! I want this place to be as bright as day!"

"Continue to retreat, do not continue to engage them, and order all troops to return to the valley."

"Fight to the death at the Forge! I want those seven lunatics dead!"

Realizing that the resistance fighters were few in number but incredibly powerful, Oleksandr was unwilling to give up his hard-won gains.

He suddenly heard the sound of approaching hooves from outside the battlefield.

cavalry?

He had already ordered the cavalry to rush to the valley's aid, so why did he suddenly turn back?

Before Oleksandr could figure it out, the high-ranking mage guarding him suddenly pushed him back into the military tent.

"Polul, answer the command!"

"Stop your cavalry!"

The advancing cavalry showed no sign of stopping, cutting straight into the retreating shield guard formation and colliding head-on with the crossbowmen and spearmen.

In an instant, people and horses fell flat on their faces.

"You're attacking friendly forces!"

"Hold your horses! Stop!"

The shouts of the Peria soldiers slowed the cavalry charge, leaving the mounted riders bewildered.

Before they could react, dozens more were stabbed off their horses by the javelin-wielding soldiers.

The orderly retreat of Peria's army turned into chaos.

Even the Forge Guards, caught up in the fierce battle, were distracted and had two more heads chopped off by the enraged Open Can Food.

He already had no fewer than 10 beads clipped to his waist.

Driven by terror, they charged and killed without purpose, simply following their killing instincts.

The commotion brought a sliver of clarity to his blood-blurred eyes.

He didn't quite understand what was happening over there.

"Polul, where is your commander, Polul?"

"Why did you lead your cavalry into the enemy formation?!"

"I don't know. Lord Polul suddenly turned back, and we were following his lead."

"I'm asking someone else now!" the messenger shouted hoarsely.

“That’s right, Lord Polul, people…”

The cavalryman didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the ground not far away, his soul trembling with fear.

A corpse suddenly swelled up like a balloon, gleaming with a greenish light.

"Oh!"

A dull bang.

Like a deflated balloon, the dark green pus and blood inside the deceased's body splattered radially.

The moment the liquid came into contact with the soldier's armor, hissing white smoke immediately rose from the metal surface, etching out honeycomb-like holes.

The exposed skin rotted and peeled away within seconds, the excruciating pain causing the warhorses to neigh and flee in panic.

Only a few illuminating orbs were released, and the fleeing soldiers crowded into the mage formation, causing chaos in the ensuing commotion.

In the dim light, the chain reaction of corpse explosions continued.

"Don't panic!"

"Squad leader, keep your soldiers calm. Anyone who disobeys will be executed!"

"Have the mage cast the Great Sound and Tranquility spells."

Oleksandr calmly directed the operation, attempting to maintain the situation.

He was well aware that his opponents were making the most of the chaos.

Legion-level coordination can ruthlessly crush ants trying to stop a chariot.

However, his weaknesses are also obvious.

When a group of countless people is formed, their emotions are amplified.

Once the situation gets out of control, it will be an unstoppable rout.

The corresponding battle tactics have already been written down, as long as the mage can unleash the matching two spells, "Sound of Power" and "Calmness".

"Why haven't they been released yet?"

The deafening explosion explained his question.

In the darkness, death is spreading.

The initial chaos caused by the corpse explosions triggered a stampede at night, with countless people rushing around in panic, colliding with each other, and becoming mangled flesh under the hooves of warhorses.

The putrid pus had a corrosive effect, eroding through the armor.

Many soldiers, while marching, suffered holes in their boots and fell in excruciating pain.

"A necromancer has been found! Locate that evil spirit!"

Players were truly terrified.

Oleksandr is still trying his best.

Even in complete darkness with limited visibility, he was still able to piece together the entire battlefield using the limited information available.

Oleksandr gritted his teeth: "You, you, you, don't worry about me. Focus all your efforts on finding him. This is their trump card."

"Once the necromancer is killed, all their plans will be in vain!"

As the most elite high-ranking mages near the military camp, they were only responsible for Oleksandr's safety, and hesitated upon receiving the order.

"This concerns Peria's glory, go!"

"Yes!"

The prison guard was like a sharp knife, stabbing out at the most opportune moment.

With exquisite precision, the moment the legion stabilized, it brought them utter chaos.

The players could see it very clearly.

He and Wei Shen lay in ambush, waiting for the cavalry that Jiang Heyi had anticipated.

Using a high-level spirit to control and instantly kill cavalry captain Polul, who was just an ordinary person.

The process was quick and painless.

The anomaly that occurred at the front of the group went unnoticed by the others in the darkness.

Using Peria's men, they cut Peria's army in half.

All in one go.

"Corruption nuclear explosion."

Seeing the immense power of the prison guard's corpse explosion, Wei Shen was puzzled.

Why is my own corpse explosion so small? Compared to the others... it's even kind of cute.

"Evil spirit, die!"

Sensing the impending killing intent, the jailer grabbed the skeleton guard beside him and used him as a shield.

The spirit controlled and captured the spirit of a mage who had just been annihilated in a corpse explosion not far away.

The Necromancer's Staff grants the skill [Echoes of Vengeance], which is now active.

When a spirit-like creation dissipates, the last spell used before it dissipated will be repeated.

The mage just cast a very high-level area-of-effect shield spell.

Instantly, the bodies of both the jailer and Wei Shen began to glow with fluorescent light.

The magical orb that fell from the sky slammed heavily onto the two bodies, but only caused ripples before being gradually dissipated by Peria's lifelong learning.

His smooth and fluid movements left many players in awe.

"Holy crap, necromancers can be this skilled!"

Jiang Heyi's message popped up.

"Get out of bed and get to work."

He has clearly returned to the main battlefield and has a clear understanding of the situation.

Three shadow warriors, who had been lying in the shadows for a long time, received the activation command, and their mysterious figures emerged from the chaotic battlefield.

Not far away, in the central command tent guarded by rhinoceros beasts, only a few figures lingered.

Three dark figures transformed into three streaks of light, each carrying a sharp blade in its mouth as they flew towards the enemy.

The curtains ripped open, and Oleksandr, who was talking to the messenger, suddenly looked up.

It was at this moment that he finally realized the other intention behind this series of actions.

If the goal of this group is to protect Green Embroidery, then a commander as steady as him must be a major threat.

His value alone is equal to that of the entire legion!
"Breaking invisibility with a strike!"

The three Shadow Assassins had been patiently waiting for this moment.

The sharp blade in his hand gleamed coldly in the military tent.

The loyal messenger rushed forward, shielding Oleksandr from the deadly blow emanating from the bed with his body.

Besides being the commander of the Oleksandr Legion, he is also a high-level mage.

But given the premeditated and imminent outbreak, there was nothing more that could be done except to unleash a fireball to shatter a fearless Shadow Stalker.

The dagger from the Crimson Music Box plunged into Oleksandr's heart, and with a sharp twist, severed all his life force.

"Potatoes, all done!"

(End of this chapter)