T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 472 471. Are your nine clans wholesale?
The greatsword of flesh and blood hovered above the pool of blood.

The blade is not made of metal, but is interwoven with countless writhing scarlet textures.

The surface is covered with a sticky, fascia-like gel that bubbles slightly with the rhythm of breathing.

Blood dripped from the tip of the sword, spreading and intertwining to seal off the space within a 20-meter radius.

Within range, there was no sign of the lowly surviving; their flesh and blood were flowing back into the sword along the bloodline.

Mummified corpses were everywhere.

Jiang Heyi reached out and stopped the fries.

“Yulu never said that we can’t gain an advantage by eliminating our opponents.”

Centered on the greatsword of flesh and blood, waves of crimson ripples spread out.

Just as the two were preparing to eliminate their rival...

"Interested in collaborating?"

A dull, neutral tone echoed.

After hesitating for two seconds, they realized that it was the Flesh and Blood Greatsword sending a team request.

"What do you mean?"

The flesh and blood greatsword retracted the crimson threads within its coverage area and floated in front of the two.

Flesh and blood were stripped away, split in two, and buried in the ground.

"Points, split in half."

"You are not allowed to touch the flesh and blood."

Its eyes stared directly at the two of them.

"The process of finding enemies is boring; all I want to do is kill and eat."

The fries were puzzled: "But, can't you fly?"

"I don't like to take the initiative. As a weapon, seeking a master is an instinct."

I just want to lie down and eat whatever I want; I don't want to exercise.

Not moving unless urged to leave the house sounds a bit like being a shut-in...

It was only after Freya gave the order that she became diligent, and whenever she encountered a pendant that could save her effort, she couldn't help but approach it.

The flesh and blood greatsword continued, "But I will not assist you in fighting your comrades."

"I want to inspect the goods."

French Fries reached out her hand, and the flesh-and-blood sword willingly burrowed into her palm.

In an instant, a surge of blood energy rushed into her body.

Before the berserker's bloodlust was even triggered, she felt her physical strength reach its peak.

With a swift swing of his sword, crimson sword energy condensed into visible waves, easily slicing through the broken walls and ruins along the way as if they were tofu.

Wherever the sword energy passed, it carved a trench several meters deep into the ground.

French Fries' arm muscles were slightly hot, and she could feel the sword trembling with excitement.

"Don't attack meaningless targets; I need fresh flesh and blood."

Jiang Heyi picked up the clone of the flesh and blood greatsword: "Deal."

At the same time, he quickly informed the others.

"Some of Freya's companions can trigger dialogue."

The flesh and blood greatsword suddenly made a sound again.

“Not everyone can communicate like me; some people are possessive of their food.”

The tide trembled slightly.

Jiang Heyi reminded him: "We've started grinding monsters."

In the distance, dozens of mages flew in formation low over the ravaged city.

The gaze, which had been symbolically sweeping across the ground, landed on the two of them and locked on.

"Intruder!"

After the loud shouts, beams of blue light poured down onto the ruins crushed by the flesh-and-blood greatsword.

Lowly soldiers appeared in droves.

"Teleportation magic, a lowly and arrogant inferior species that imitates the spells of the sovereign, yet they know nothing of gratitude."

The flesh and blood greatsword is scornful.

The rhythm originating from the sword permeated both of them.

Jiang Heyi and the fries felt completely refreshed, with boundless energy coursing through their bodies, making them feel invincible!

"You heretics who invaded the Holy City, your filthy blood is not even fit to be fed to dogs..."

Before the words were finished, a flash of blood appeared, and the magician, who was floating in the air, fell to the ground as if his wings had been broken.

The head separated from the torso, blooming into flowers of blood as it hit the ground.

600 points arrive.

French Fries gripped the flesh-and-blood greatsword tightly, exhaling excitedly.

Although with her strength and level, she could easily crush a group of weaklings whose leader was only level 35.

However, without needing to charge up or think, a simple swing can create area-of-effect damage comparable to a spatial slash.

This weapon is amazing!
Is there a way to obtain it?
want to!

The lowly one set the teleportation point on the ruins, but since all the mages were wiped out, it was impossible to send any useful information.

Therefore, this place has become the de facto "fries" serving area.

Jiang Heyi plunged headlong into it, feeling like a veteran returning to the game during a big-scale battlegrounds sale.

While a group of bewildered cyber soldiers were still clueless, a tiger entered the flock of sheep and swiftly struck.

The lowly soldiers, still resisting the teleportation dizziness and unable to comprehend what was happening around them, became ghosts.

Screams rose and fell, and blood spurted out.

Even directors of splatter films would have to exclaim how generous they are with the amount of splatter.

"French fries, come and block the food delivery spout."

French Fries looked back and saw Jiang Heyi killing something while grinning foolishly.

The ugly face of a typical veteran who "scoops up French fries".

These fries are amazing.

It's like opening a profile page, filled with level 100 generals, multiple systems of medals, and a cyber king who can knock Wittmann down with a single elbow strike from a Tiger-style unit, yet you "accidentally" meet him in the beginner's room.

"See that? This is the battlefield pro's crushing defeat of French fries."

"It reminded me of the sad memories of getting killed at the gate when I first started playing battle royale games."

"Fortunately, the lowly don't need the game experience; it's what they deserve."

"I feel much better now that you say that."

The four proto-pro ...

"What are those two doing? Their points are jumping so fast."

"It looks like there's quantity but no quality. After jumping for a while, it's only a little over 3000. It's not as good as Elaevi."

On the observation deck of the tower, the violent barrage by the four proto-corpses has temporarily come to an end.

The duo switched to elite sniper mode, searching for high-value targets to carry out decapitation strikes.

Stand tall and see far.

The Tetramorph's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Can you see it there?"

The squid looked in the direction of the sound and couldn't help but frown.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Beneath the tower, a deformed monster roams the streets.

That was a giant spider... or could it still be called a spider?
The spider's body is made up of not only flesh and blood, but also mechanical joints with interlocking gears and crimson, wriggling outwards.

The eight spider legs are made of shiny metal and exposed tendons.

With its strong and powerful spider legs, it moves across the ground like the wind.

With each step, the sharp toes pierced the stone slab, leaving bloody holes oozing viscous fluid.

Their eyes, in the conventional sense, are located just above the joints of their legs, while their heads are nothing more than a gaping maw that tears into their chest and abdomen.

Its mouth is covered with serrated blades that resemble those of a lamprey. When it feeds, it spins at high speed, opening like a shredder to swallow its prey whole. Accompanied by a chilling "crunch, crunch," flesh and bones are mashed into a paste and pumped into the semi-transparent tubes of its spider legs.

The remainder flows continuously into the oval-shaped fleshy ball located in the abdomen, which has only a thin metal shell.

"A biomass-driven steel creation?" The Primarch was dumbfounded.

"Flesh and blood and machines complement each other..." The cuttlefish suddenly shivered.

The lowly mages and soldiers have arrived.

Their methods for dealing with this metallic flesh-and-blood creature were exactly the same as their methods for dealing with Arelavie.

The Earth-Sinking Technique was used to attempt to use the power of Mother Earth to restrain its eight legs, achieving a state of confinement and a fixed target effect. This path dependence made the Four Primal Bodies suspect that they had once used this tactic to defeat some great figure.

They even came to believe that one method could solve all problems, and that one trick could make them rich forever.

Looks like they've succeeded.

The giant spider's sharp legs sank into the ground, making it difficult to escape.

A large number of well-trained soldiers approached, wielding potions, and began to throw them.

The explosion was muffled.

"What do you mean? Their cheap potions are explosives?"

The Tetraprotoss was shocked.

When Mint was a fake medicine dealer, she also sold inferior potions, but she couldn't replicate the explosive power of inferior products.

This power is far more astonishing than a hand grenade.

The squid pressed down on the hand of the four primitive beings as they were about to cast a spell.

"What are you doing?"

"Please help me."

"Wake up, we're not with them. Freya's underlings are in trouble."

The Four Primal Bodies Awaken.

I almost thought I was playing online mode, and my bro was surrounded.

A piercing scream shattered the chaos of the battlefield, which was shrouded in explosions.

Soldiers in close combat fell in droves, rolling and thrashing on the ground.

Countless tiny, fleshy, metallic spiders burst forth from the giant spider's abdomen.

The original shell quickly rusted and rotted, and small spiders and locusts swarmed around it.

It burrows into the bodies of lowly soldiers, gnawing on flesh and chewing up bones.

The body also grows and expands during this process.

The metal turned into a liquid.

Flesh and blood were stitched together.

After finishing its meal, the spider reassembled itself and returned to its original size.

The process is as natural as shedding skin.

However, they seemed somewhat helpless against units that flew in the air.

Therefore, it merely spat out a mouthful of blood from the rift to force the magician back, then ran away on all eights in a flash.

The right choice is to avoid getting entangled with troublesome opponents; eating is the priority.

Even before the Temple of the Clarity, players exploring the Stellaris universe noticed the Overlord mentioned in Xilu's conversation.

According to their research, the power that Yuru and Freya could use, belonging to the Dominator lineage, was an incomplete version that had been sealed.

Only the knowledge they themselves possess is complete.

Even with hands and feet bound, it can still be pushed flat.

Serel, the lowly one, actually wants to be an enemy of the Lord of the Candlelight family?
How is this different from traveling back to the Ming Dynasty and encouraging Zhu Yuanzhang to depose Empress Ma?

Did they wholesale it to their nine clans?

Those who possess such power should be secretly delighted if they haven't harbored evil thoughts and fallen into demonic ways!
Incomprehensible.

What kind of extraordinary wisdom led this race step by step to cross the line of the sovereign, forcing Him to issue the only extermination order to date?

If it were the Tetramorphic One, they would have issued an extermination order and killed the entire family immediately.

This ruler is too kind-hearted.

"Everyone's turned away, what a great opportunity!"

Seeing that the high-ranking mages were relentlessly pursuing the giant spider, the four Primarchs seized the opportunity, set up their cannons, and unleashed a barrage of fire!

No one will wait for you forever, except for Lao Liu.

The high-ranking mages had no idea that the tower they had built had already been quickly breached. The two old men watched the entire battle without saying a word, waiting for them to appear when they were off guard.

The torrent swept through the air, catching people off guard and knocking down more than ten people.

Before it even landed, it had already been refined into points in an instant.

"5320 points, there must be a genius among them!"

The four original bodies are laughing heartily.

At least an eighth-tier mage!

Thanks to the flesh-and-metal spider for distracting the heavyweight mage, leaving him completely unprepared and focused on tracking the spider.

It takes decades for the lowly to cultivate even one top-tier individual, who dies as easily as a stray dog ​​on the roadside, utterly worthless.

"It's just that setting up a sniper rifle and camping like this is a bit boring."

Squid was also itching to play, but even though he was protecting the four Primarchs, he didn't have much of a gaming experience.

"How would you like to play?"

The Four Primal Bodies suggested: "Since it's a holy city, it must have holy sites and sanctuaries. With the city suffering repeated defeats, there must be many who have retreated there to fight a desperate battle. Why don't we do this..."

Unnoticed by anyone, two shadowy players left their sniping positions on the tower and stealthily moved through the streets and alleys.

The fierce fighting continues.

"Mimicking flesh and blood, possessing the body!"

The jailer pulled out the nice thing that Jiang Heyi had specially given him before they parted ways.

One of the rewards from the Flesh Priest after the Easter Egg level battle.

Because it had always been a breeze, it had become a neglected item in high-difficulty dungeons.

The large-scale battle mode is proving invaluable right now!

The mimicking flesh-and-blood pupa crawled onto the jailer's staff and merged with it.

Effect Trigger: Maximum number of followers, determined by the maximum magic power of the jailer.

They devoured all the magic power in the jailer's body in one go, and a total of 36 skeleton guards surged out.

The level is equivalent to the player's level -5, and the jailer is currently level 38.

At the current game progress, many players who have been fighting in the Tower World have only just reached the level 30 threshold.

The Star Gazing Sect, which had worked extremely hard, was given a boost by Jiang Heyi, which enabled them to achieve a leap in level.

Meanwhile, the jailer's summoned creatures were already able to easily crush them under the [Level Suppression] modifier.

"That damned necromancer!"

"Don't be afraid, form a formation, unleash a barrage of light magic."

"Charging fire-attribute magic."

"Infantrymen must not panic, raise your shields to defend, those who are cowardly will die."

The lowly foot soldiers, steeling their resolve, mustered their courage and stepped forward, shields raised.

The shields were as flimsy as paper; the withered hands of the skeletal guards pierced and penetrated their shields, tearing out their hearts.

Without regard for anything else, they charged forward, pushing their corpses along the way.

Nearly a hundred infantrymen died in the blink of an eye. The magic could barely take down a few skeleton guards, but the jailer, who had replenished his magic, brought the number back to 36.

The necromancer is immortal, and the undead are indestructible.

"Ah~~~"

"It's so cool!"

Necromancers love large-scale battlefield challenges.

Destroying everything, summoning minions, wielding power with unparalleled might—what an intoxicating force!
"The points accumulation speed is still slow. Freya already has 15 points in a short while."

"We managed to tie the game thanks to potatoes and Elena."

The grumbling of the orange tea made the jailer instantly suppress his almost perverted laughter.

After having the bone guards carry the mage's corpse, he suggested, "Why don't we find someone to ask them where their holy site is?"

Orange Tea tilts its head.

"There must be some max-level experts in the Holy Land. Killing them will give us a quick share."

The bed was also very efficient, and immediately stealthily moved to a distance to capture a survivor.

“I will not say anything to these inferior heretics,” the lowly one glared at the three men, even spitting out a mouthful of saliva.

The jailer who dodged the guard was not annoyed. He silently placed his hand on the guard's head and, with an awkward and slow motion, peeled away the guard's soul.

Arguing with the necromancer is funny.

Easily controlling the spirit, forcing him to reveal the location of the holy site, the jailer checks his identity.

Oh my, she's actually a 6th-tier mage.

“There are level 6 tiers everywhere in this holy city, what are you surprised about?”

The jailer proudly raised his head: "Sigh, you're not necromancers, so you wouldn't understand. He's incredibly valuable!"

(End of this chapter)