T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 476, Section 475: Causes of Long-Term Vegetarianism

In just half a day, Rong En City was already a scene of apocalypse.

The ground was raging with floodwaters.

The holy site was deathly silent.

The colossus, the weapon of choice for decisive battle, all malfunctioned and collapsed beside the unyielding anti-magic giant.

At the boundary between the real and the virtual, Freya is racing against time to seize the remaining high-value targets.

The spectators have already formed the idea that losing a game is no big deal, it's just a way to relieve stress.

With such a rewarding level, how could one not take a few rounds and have some fun?

Unfortunately, the boundary between the virtual and the real doesn't think that way.

All they care about is progress.

More than a month has passed since the start of the three-month competition, and they have yet to return to their initial level.

At this moment, all they wanted to do was turn into dump trucks and create guilds from all the Three Kingdoms regions on the leaderboard.

The area near the holy site, where a high-ranking mage of the lowly had temporarily activated a magic circle to ward off the flood, became a key area for both sides to rack up points.

With too many allies in the area, the butterfly didn't continue to display its devastating power. It merely symbolically destroyed a defensive line guarded by a group of 8th-tier mages before attaching itself back to the anti-magic giant.

One shot, 320000 points.

A total of 3 shots were fired, for a total of 1164000 points.

If the first shot hadn't been a test run on the Colossus, the data would have been even more terrifying.

Under its sights, even the high-ranking combatants of the lowly are no different from ordinary people; they are just wheat to be harvested at will.

Like a strategic bomber that appeared in the agricultural era, floating at a height that no one could reach, randomly calling out names.

The Crystal Giant is like a refueling tanker, ensuring continued operation and a sufficient supply of ammunition.

The jailer thought...

"Tomorrow we'll see anthropomorphic illustrations of butterflies and giants."

Jiang Heyi was speechless: "With so many corpses for you to use your skills on, even a pig's brain wouldn't be overloaded, and you still have the leisure to think about these things!"

"Get used to it."

Given the limited points remaining on the battlefield, the virtual and real forces are banding together again to ensure efficient point accumulation.

Jiang Heyi, French fries, and a quilt are used to create a corpse, while the prison guard is in charge of detonating it.

The four Primarchs seized the high ground and ambushed the treacherous, lowly magician.

Knowing they had no hope of winning on the front lines, these people decided to flank and launch a surprise attack from behind.

The fanatical scoundrels, with the help of mages, strapped themselves with magical detonators and emerged from dark corners and manhole covers in underground waterways, attempting to launch a suicidal charge.

It may not have a significant impact on the boundary between the real and virtual worlds, but it's annoying.

The Quadruple observed the army of suicide bombers, who were indistinguishable from zombies, and couldn't help but think of the World War II games it had played.

Like the Japanese soldiers at the end of the Pacific War, they charged forward with howling cries, most of them getting blown up on the way, causing a chain reaction of explosions that sent them all flying into the air.

The buzzing in their ears never stopped, and the jailer was still laughing and shouting, "I'll blow you all up!"

When someone else's madman and your own boss's madman get together, they torment each other.

The explosion destroyed a four-story brick and stone building, with bricks and stones falling down with a loud rumble.

The jailer clapped his hands, signaling the skeletal guards to carry the corpse across; he wanted to continue his ecstatic spree.

Having a bunch of underlings to help with the dirty and hard work is a wonderful feeling.

After he leaves, he needs to apply to have his mimicry flesh permanently installed in his equipment slot.

bang————

A muffled thud was followed by the sound of slurping jelly.

The skeletal guards were either pulverized or sent flying back to the group at the boundary between reality and illusion, their empty eyes straining to look at the jailer.

It seems to be saying...

"Boss, avenge us!"

The jailer clenched his fist: "Damn it, you dare to kill my bone? You try showing your head, and I'll kill you instantly!"

Jiang Heyi is quite perceptive.

Only bones flew back; where did all the corpses go?
"You detonate it."

The jailer tried twice, but it didn't work.

The body vanished into thin air?
A strange buzzing sound suddenly came from the shadows of the ruins.

At first, it sounded like countless tiny metal pieces vibrating, then gradually coalesced into a chilling wave of sound.

Unnatural ripples appeared in the air, as if the entire space was being devoured by some invisible force.

She trembled all over in bed, her face deathly pale.

"I'm not feeling well."

Orange tea also gave me goosebumps: "It reminded me of the haystacks in front of my old home when I was a child..."

Suddenly, the pool of blood on the ground began to boil.

Each drop of blood, still wet, began to twist and swell, transforming into tiny, reddish-black mosquitoes the size of a thumb.

They emerged from the cracks in the bricks, poured out from the eye sockets of corpses, and gushed forth from every corner behind the ruins.

In the blink of an eye, countless mosquitoes formed a curtain that blotted out the sky, constantly coalescing and deforming in mid-air.

A vague outline of a giant gradually took shape.

It was a huge phantom made up of countless mosquitoes, its outline resembling a human head.

Jiang Heyi gripped the blood sword tightly: "Jailer, you've shown yourself. You'd better kill him instantly."

The jailer's mouth was dry: "There's really no need to be so particular..."

Blood Sword, having eaten and drunk his fill of potatoes and fries, was now feeling lazy.

"Sigh, he's the kind of guy I was talking about, the food-hoarding mosquito."

The swarm of carrion mosquitoes made a sound.

"Hmph, they actually cooperate with others."

"I think it's fine if everyone gets what they need."

The rotting mosquitoes quickly swept over the flesh and blood on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, only a pile of white bones remained.

The flesh and blood greatsword spurred, "Heh heh, my body is full of food, but you can't steal it. Attacking them is against the rules, and Lady Freya will crush you into a mosquito pancake."

This guy is a problem child too. He knew the other person was drooling, but he deliberately tempted them with food. When he got angry, he took a bite without saying a word and then realized his mistake.

Fortunately, the mosquito was relatively restrained. With a snort, it sped away into the distance amidst the rolling dark clouds.

Before they could even exchange a few words at the boundary between reality and illusion, the sounds of fierce fighting came from afar.

It also seemed to be mixed with the crisp sound of metal hitting the ground?

"Looks like they're fighting with the spiders. Never mind, let's keep eating."

Isn't it food guarding?
This looks like they're fighting over food.

It seems he wasn't very restrained.

The fries have regained their flavor.

"You deliberately came to us so you could avoid arguing with someone who's desperate."

"I just want to eat, eat, eat. Fighting is too much of a waste of energy and time. I'll stay still if I can, and it would be even better if I could eat while lying down."

The Flesh and Blood Greatsword is replenished.

"Find a good owner, lie down, and let him move on his own; that's the best approach."

Damn it, that's a real fat otaku grenades.

Whose creation was this?
Looking at the boundary between reality and illusion, even the ruler is a comedian.

The Four Primals warned: "There is a strange magical fluctuation approaching from directly in front of you, beneath that small manhole cover."

After he finished speaking, everyone else had a pretty good feeling about it, but the jailer was still immersed in the pleasure of killing the lowly, walking away and having a good time by himself.

A pair of small hands gripped the edge of the manhole cover and peeked out. She raised her head, letting her soft hair fall to both sides, revealing her delicate and charming face.

The lowly?
That's like points being handed to you.

"No, this is the Soul-Devouring Banshee, and also my companion," the Flesh and Blood Greatsword quickly explained.

The gopher-like banshee scrambled up the well cover.

Her clothes and feet were filthy, covered in mud, suggesting she had some strange encounter in the underground waterways.

The jailer seemed to have some kind of special radar; he came back as soon as he smelled something.

Bloodhounds need to activate a skill to detect their surroundings, but he seems to have it on and off.

Upon seeing the somewhat shy and bashful spirit-devouring banshee, he locked onto his target in an instant.

"Holy crap, it's chocolate flavored!"

"..."

"..."

Even after following their gaze to see who was speaking, everyone remained silent for a moment before realizing what was happening.

People can actually laugh out loud when they're extremely speechless.

Then came a chorus of people covering their faces.

Countless people around the world witnessed this scene, and how many more will be captured on video tomorrow?

For other people, it would be for the sake of the show, but for the prison guard, it was a genuine expression of emotion.

Orange tea was the only thing that left me bewildered.

She was looking for chocolate.

"Where's the chocolate? What kind of chocolate flavor?"

Thank goodness, she didn't understand.

Jiang Heyi and the four original bodies held him down from both sides, their mouths covered. They would rather sacrifice some time to farm points than let this guy spout any more classic quotes.

"Why did you come out from underground?" French Fries asked curiously.

The Soul-Devouring Banshee looked dejected and aggrieved.

"Many people have hidden down there, and I'm going to eat their souls."

"It smells so good, I'm having such a great time eating... I don't know who poured water into the waterway, which swept me away, made me spin around against the wall, and then I got lost deep inside the pipe."

"Luckily, I ate quite a few high-level mages hiding in strange places along the way, otherwise I would have been scolded by Lady Freya..."

The instigator, Potato Fries, is trying hard to keep his face tense.

You absolutely must not laugh out loud at this moment.

They all thought of flush toilets at the same time...

This thing looks so weak, it's not even in the same league as a butterfly, and it looks so harmless.

The Flesh and Blood Greatsword reminded her: "Unlike us, whose limits are capped, she is a devouring evolution type. You should be secretly happy that we didn't feed her enough."

Study hard, remember well, players, hurry up and make your timestamps.

This is a test point; you need to record the key points in the Tower World Encyclopedia after you log off.

If the boundary between the real and virtual worlds hadn't been breached, trapping the Soul-Devouring Banshee, she might have already developed into a fully-fledged being.

The potato and fries idea really made the whole challenge much easier.

To dare to gamble that a solution exists outside Rong En City, and to set off with full confidence, requires the confidence built up through a long history of victories.

The cost of trial and error is the key factor that distinguishes the virtual and physical boundaries from most teams.

Because potatoes and fries always seem to do strange things, they are the ones who come up with many solutions first.

"Brother Jian, is there any food...?"

The Soul-Devouring Banshee gripped the sword blade, her face filled with longing.

"I eat meat... I don't eat vegetables."

"That necromancer exploded with his body and soul; you'll only find some fragments to lick."

Jiang Heyi understood.

So eating souls is the same as being vegetarian.

I see. No wonder his growth rate is so slow; it's due to his long-term vegetarian diet.

In less than a day, by evening, Rong En City was already a ghost town.

Occasionally, one could hear faint groans emanating from the lowly beneath the ruins; the heavy, not-quite-dead breaths only earned them the merciless, blood-coughing attacks of the creatures.

Xi Lu could see the city's real-time data. As night fell, she floated above Rong En City and announced loudly.

"Since one side's score is now unsurpassable, I declare the match over and the points tally to begin."

(End of this chapter)