T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 515, Section 514: Don't Summon Heroic Spirits Randomly
Before setting off, Holola gave a sharp assessment of the current overall strength of the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

"Without the aid of equipment, your skill proficiency and ability to integrate skills have already reached the level of 8 thanks to the subconscious imprint of the Proof of the Stars."

"With the help of equipment, even a Tier 9 enemy in the game's world can be dealt with."

The abridged version of Proof of the Stars, which explores the boundary between reality and illusion, has a maximum rank of only 10 in the game. These are essentially special individuals that combine the power of the origin.

For example, in a state of incorrect strategy, one can enjoy the Origin Elements blessed by the world's consciousness.

For example, Holola spoiled the bad ending for the Ana demon.

The metasequoia and the demon of the Great Snow Mountain, drawn to each other, separated from their respective bodies and merged into one.

The heroic spirits that Zhifeng summons and restores through his authority mostly happen to meet the 9th rank standard.

The candlelight flickered, entangled with the wind, forming a blurry ball of light and shadow that collided violently in mid-air.

The boundary between the real and virtual worlds also launched an attack on Lesik.

French Fries greatly respects the opponent who is so insane that even the Wind Weaver dares not summon too many Heroic Spirits and can only submit to him.

[Crying Blood], the mad wolf slashes his skin, causing blood to seep from his arm.

Start by self-harm, and you'll be in top form.

The tacit understanding between the real and the virtual is ingrained in their bones; without communication, a single gesture is enough for them to understand each other perfectly.

The spiritual blessing from the orange tea arrived the instant she raised her hand.

No need to wait, the blood-curdling animation disappears, and the fries will be launched like arrows from a bow.

French Fries' arm, which had split open while bleeding profusely, had not healed and was still gushing blood.

She looked up in surprise, only to be met with a chilling smile that stretched almost to her ears from Lesick's lips.

The blood droplet did not fall to the ground, but was drawn by an invisible force the instant it detached from the skin.

Fine lines of blood drifted toward Lysick, tracing eerie arcs in the air, hovering around her body, and condensing into scarlet crystals.

French Fries was completely exhausted and collapsed to the ground.

Her blood was draining away rapidly; her body seemed to have become a blood bag for Lysick, which he could take at will.

"Is this blood magic?"

Jiang Heyi recalled the little class taught by Mint Mom.

In the world of Ana, there exists a group of vampires with special talents, possessing a powerful force that resonates with their blood from birth.

A powerful individual can even resonate with the blood within another person and use it for their own purposes.

But the methods used by Lechick, which are almost like robbery, to prevent wounds from healing and steal blood, are unheard of.

Lexik licked the blood off the fries and couldn't help but cover his face: "The abundant blood energy of a martial artist is so sweet."

"If it weren't for my beloved owner, I would have kept you as a pet."

It's hard to imagine what exactly happened during Lesick's time.

The change in the French fries did not affect the offensive rhythm of the boundary between reality and illusion. It was just that Orange Tea, who was originally blessed, could only go all out to keep the French fries alive.

Lexik's blood-sucking ability is too exaggerated. Orange Tea had just finished replenishing Fries' blood with the life force created by the power of faith, and she sucked it along with the power of faith.

It was as if the scarlet mark was hers.

Seeing that the bed and the prison guard had already attacked, Jiang Heyi quickly comforted Orange Tea.

"Don't be afraid. In their youth, they did not possess the top-tier combat power of the 9th rank. At most, they had just broken through to the 8th rank and mastered the level of the domain."

"They are geniuses, but we are no less talented."

"It's nothing more than the evil nature of magic. Stay calm, stay calm!"

Jiang Heyi had no choice but to do this.

The pressure on Orange Tea will be the greatest in its confrontation with Weaving Wind.

Once you die here, everything in reality will become unknown.

As a doctor, the fear of not being able to save her colleague whom she spends every day with could easily distort her actions.

The fries were as white as gold paper, and Orange Tea held her hand tightly: "I can do it."

Jiang Heyi had no suspicions and immediately turned around.

"Hahahaha, it hurts, it hurts so much!"

"When the dagger pierced the bone and stirred, my flesh trembled with excitement."

It's rare for someone to use the phrase "scalp tingling" to describe an opponent's mental state, but that's exactly how Lesick made her feel.

The thieving knife, having broken through the concealment, pierced the waist and abdomen with a sudden, vicious strike.

Lesick's face was flushed, and he was sweating profusely.

Then, while laughing, she described the feeling of being injured.

The morbid smile was filled with a kind of enjoyment of pain.

The prison guard's corrupting nuclear explosion was accurately predicted by Lysick, who swung his blood sword and cut the corpse, which was being used as a bomb, in two, thus preventing a massive explosion.

A chilling, blood-red sword aura swept across the garden, leaving vegetation withered and dying wherever it went.

The squid stepped forward with its shield, steadily blocking the two of them as it slowly protected them as they retreated.

Lexik reached into his pierced abdomen, pried open the wound, and groped around for a while.

He watched from under the covers, swallowing hard, already feeling the phantom pain as if he were experiencing it himself.

But Lexik seemed to have lost all feeling of pain, stirring and rummaging until his hands were covered in blood, before finally licking his fingers with satisfaction, like a child sucking on honey that had accidentally gotten on his fingertips.

"Lord Zhifeng, do you see this? This is the blood I shed for you, the wounds I sustained."

Wow, she's like a simp!
Jiang Heyi, who arrived at the scene, was filled with questions.

Logically speaking, in normal history, Lysick would have been a top-tier mage standing on a pedestal, so why would he be so humble towards people?

That's not right either. Her previous yandere-like reactions showed a particularly strong desire for control and possession.

Ugh, what's wrong with this guy?

Squid muttered, "Like someone who's starved for love." There was no time to do a psychological profile of Leswick; he was definitely a pervert.

No wonder Holora said that many powerful magicians are paranoid.

It's either the period of youth when physical strength and execution are at their peak, or the period of old age when one is most learned, that causes obsession.

The thought of dealing with potential madmen in the Ana world after reincarnation is a good way to prepare myself mentally for dealing with the best of the madmen now.

Visible blood-red ripples swirled around Lesik within a 5-meter radius.

This observable anomaly is precisely the skill, the domain, that one can comprehend after reaching a high level of magical understanding.

Under normal circumstances, a quilt penetrating the chest and abdomen would cause massive bleeding. Lexi would not only be in excruciating pain and have difficulty breathing, but would also lose the ability to move due to the bleeding.

However, the blood that overflowed from her body merged into the area with a radius of 5 meters.

It was as if ink had been dripped into a bucket of water, slowly spreading and forming a scarlet mist.

Exposing a wound means losing the ability to fight; the state of French Fries is still vivid in everyone's mind, and the group was forced to retreat hastily by the domain.

Jiang Heyi countered with a backhand Summoning Tide Space Slash, tearing through the crimson mist.

In the blink of an eye, Lysick was unable to dodge, and one of his arms flew into the air.

Lesick remained unfazed, continuing to laugh maniacally.

"It hurts, it hurts! Come on, again~~~"

"Hahaha~~"

Jiang Heyi couldn't take it anymore.

"The Four Primitives!"

The fusion of elements, poised to erupt, roars forth.

The laughing Lysick intended to dodge with a quick movement, but the attack from the four Primarchs followed closely like a ship-slicing blade.

She was still laughing, but her voice had become hoarse.

Blood crystals coalesced to form a barrier, yet it was as fragile as paper.

The jailer exclaimed in surprise, "This guy's a glass cannon!"

Intimidated by the aura, the jailer thought that Lysick was a very high-level player. He dared not repeat the move for a short time, fearing that the guard would find out his weakness and counterattack.

Under fierce attack, their true colors were revealed.

Lysik's defensive methods were not particularly sophisticated; he simply relied on his blood crystals to withstand the elemental magic attacks. Faced with the continuous torrent of elements, the blood crystals shattered layer by layer.

The surging crimson mist transformed into a greatsword, slashing vertically towards the torrent.

Like a swordsman wielding a sword to cleave a waterfall, attempting to cut off the water.

The violent explosion of magic threw Lysick off balance, sending him rolling several times on the ground before he managed to stand up in a disheveled state.

The power that had been continuously absorbing the blood of French fries dissipated instantly, and the surging faith power of Orange Tea poured into her body, making French fries, whose face was as pale as paper, regain a rosy complexion.

Despite being struck by an elemental torrent, Lysick, who rose again, showed no signs of weakness.

The wounds that were originally visible to the naked eye have healed silently.

Jiang Heyi said, "I see. You can purify other people's blood into life force and use it at will."

"You guessed right. Why don't you take a few steps forward and experience my domain?" Lesik licked his moist lips. "It'll be a lot of fun~~"

A human who has mastered magic that even vampires envy.

The spectacle of this native technique displaying astonishing power in other races is something one can only imagine how the vampires of the Lysic world felt when they witnessed it firsthand.

The situation is delicate.

A strong attack might result in injury, and if you get injured, you'll be used as a blood bank until you die.

Long-range attacks are not always fatal, and you have to wait for the four Primarchs to cool down.

Is there any way to counter a talent like Lesci that would give even a genius like her a headache?
A giant bear phantom rose up behind the fries.

Fries' eyes were bloodshot, as if someone had smeared mayonnaise on her freshly made plain fries.

This was the most embarrassing moment she had ever experienced while playing Stellaris; she almost completely disconnected from the game and from reality.

Is the transformation a powerful move, meant to be used as a safety net?
Do not!
Use it early, and you'll get a CD sooner!

The Demon-Suppressing Giant Bear, Henilakai, clenched his fists and looked at Leshik, who was expanding his domain, with disdain.

For the first time, Lexico, who could make even the Wind Weaver admit defeat, lost his smile.

Henila Kai: "I still prefer your smile, why aren't you smiling anymore!"

With that, he shouted and slammed out his bear paw.

"Crimson!"

Lexik shouted the name of the sword move, and the sword energy surged, slashing straight at the bear's head.

The avatar is merely an energy body, devoid of flesh and blood. Even if it cleaves the giant bear's head into a crooked position, it cannot generate the blood needed to nourish the original body.

As for Lesik himself, he was slapped away by Bear Claw.

His simple and unadorned attacks, combined with his demon-suppressing power, are like a father's arrival to most mages.

Seeing that Lexico was about to be countered to death, the Wind Weaver's magic surged, freeing her from the entanglement of the candlelight. She quickly accessed the administrator panel, swiped vertically, and selected multiple Servants at the same time.

Feeling something, Lesick turned his head with red eyes.

"Lord Zhifeng, you promised me!"

"You actually broke your promise and betrayed me!"

"We made a promise, you won't go to someone else!"

"I kill you!"

The boundary between reality and illusion: "?"

(End of this chapter)