T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 516, Section 515: This is what heroic spirits are like.
Lysick's longsword swept across, the blade trembling, the spilled blood droplets condensing into fine blood needles in mid-air, an impenetrable blood curtain directly covering the front, the sword pointing towards the wind.

Before the dozen or so summoned heroic spirits could even react, four or five were instantly killed.

As soon as he activated his magic, Lysick's enlarged domain forcefully swept into the crowd, forcing them to instinctively scatter and hide in all directions.

Ignoring everything else, she rushed straight towards Zhifeng with red eyes.

“Why don’t you believe me!”

The senior administrator's privileges were frozen by the candlelight, preventing him from speaking and acting. He could only operate manually, but Leishik wouldn't allow it.

"You still want to attack me?"

Lesick's voice trembled, and his anger erupted.

"Betrayal, betrayal once again!"

"Weaving the Wind!"

Desperate to die, Lysick swung his blood sword and charged at the wind blades spewed from Weaver Wind's hand.

A burst of blood mist erupted, drenching the area around Zhifeng with a crimson rain.

Zhifeng screamed in agony, with Lexik's eerie murmurs still echoing in her ears.

"Don't even think about getting rid of me."

"Let my blood merge with yours, hehehehe~~"

The blood clinging to the surface of the Windweaver's body all came from Leshik.

Rather than saying she killed Lysick in one blow, it's more accurate to say that he deliberately injured himself and then self-destructed.

Crimson blood beads seeped into Zhifeng's body along his skin.

The boundary between the real and the virtual heard an echo emanating from within the Wind Weaver's body.

"Ah... now you can't break free from me anymore, and you can't betray me either."

The value of candlelight, which "remains unchanged amidst change," continues to rise.

"Summoners in another world, summoning heroic spirits, all have to... take such risks?"

"I'll say it again, you can't just accept her strength and ignore her character flaws." Candlelight said helplessly, "There are only a few outstanding Heroic Spirits who are willing to cooperate with the Summoner."

"It's not quite right to say it like that, but when you get to Anna, remember to stay away from the summoners. The Overlord once said, you never know how much trouble they can cause."

Indeed, the complete annihilation of the Sun Shower Squad was partly due to the Summoner's influence.

Whether it's well-intentioned or malicious, this profession, with its extreme highs and lows, always manages to shock people.

Using her administrator privileges, Zhifeng forcefully removed the "deathrattle" damage left by Lysick.

Subconsciously, I tried to heal myself, but to no avail.

She gritted her teeth.

"candlelight!"

By blocking administrators' high-level privileges and designing this area as a conflict zone in the game, the identities of both sides are forcibly downgraded to players.

Players can get hurt, so can they.

The current weaving style is only stronger than the boundary between reality and illusion in two aspects.

She possesses limited administrator privileges.

And, it possesses the combat power of a weakened version of the pinnacle of the Stars of Proof.

Of course, there were also candles.

The candlelight stared coldly at her: "Don't bother trying. It will take a day for the administrator settings to be unfrozen."

"Aren't you afraid of dying here too?" Zhifeng stared at the people on the boundary between reality and illusion who were fighting the heroic spirits. "We are all puppets, our consciousness is fading, unlike these people, who are beyond saving!"

“I am prepared,” Candlelight emphasized again. “What, you aren’t? Or do you really consider yourself a god, believing you won’t shed blood?”

Zhifeng suddenly burst into laughter.

"I don't care, the Overlord will definitely acknowledge my strength."

"Don't think that the blockade here can completely stop me, Candlelight. I have mastered the technique of making you completely forget everything."

The land of three domes, the mountain of a hundred peaks.

This desolate place, known for its towering peaks and dense forests, is precisely where Zhifeng has appeared several times.

Holola vaguely sensed the traces left by the operation of the doll's core.

She glanced back.

The group from Fuxian Sect were filled with trepidation, and many of them were trembling like leaves.

She loosened her grip: "Run quickly, and tell people not to come near here for the time being."

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

Feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, the members of the Fuxian Sect nodded hurriedly and left without daring to linger for a moment.

Baifeng Mountain is exceptionally vast; one can sense its presence, but it is not easy to pinpoint its location.

Not wanting to disturb the spiritual energy of the Three Heavens Land, she could only resort to a clumsy method, searching like a plow, interspersed with the use of her magical perception.

"Well?"

As she was concentrating on sensing, a sudden surge of "spiritual energy" caught Holora's attention.

"Moved?"

She frowned sharply, her attention diverted to sensing the condition of the Stars' Proof.

Seeing the boundary between reality and illusion and the battle between heroic spirits, the candlelight and the wind weaving faced off, their expressions growing increasingly solemn.

Everything was normal, and her perception was correct, which could only mean one thing.

Weaving Wind has mastered the technique of creating clones of consciousness lost after the memories of Candlelight were shattered.

Upon entering the Proof of the Stars, she had her clone take over the care of her main body!

Holora was somewhat surprised. The Wind Weaver was originally a separate entity, yet it dared to imitate her; puppets were indeed fearless.

"Hmph, trying to run away."

While chasing, Holora sent messages to Candlelight.

Upon learning the whole story, even the usually calm face of Zhu Huo showed signs of emotion.

"Hahahaha, judging from your expression, you already know what happened, right?"

"Candlelight, you're really concerned about that guy behind you, aren't you?"

"Lift the blockade on this space, or do nothing and wait a day. Don't try to compete with me for administrator settings permissions."

"I won't make things difficult for you."

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee what my clone might do if it goes to your world."

Candlelight remained calm: "You won't grant your clone the power to descend to this side following the signs of the stars."

"Are you gambling with his life?"

Candlelight glanced at Chen Shaoyu, who was obediently eating popcorn and watching the show.

“I wouldn’t dare gamble with his life. I just trust my judgment of you.”

"You are selfish and only care about yourself."

"Knowing how one was born, how could one be willing to share everything with another born from the same magic?"

"I'm probably at my limit if I'm willing to give away half of my knowledge."

Zhifeng blushed when she was told the truth.

It really is half, no more and no less.

Even if she keeps a clone as a backup plan to protect her physical body in reality, she still can't completely trust it.

"If I become powerful enough, what if she follows my example?"

Gazing at another version of myself that is exactly the same, the unease in my heart ripples like waves, unable to subside.

Enraged, the wind whistled like lightning, shooting towards the candlelight.

With a casual wave of the candle, he led Chen Shaoyu to the edge of the garden.

“This action…” Zhifeng was overjoyed. “It’s not a projection, it really is the original consciousness.”

"The little game of candlelight mimicking human emotions can end now."

"What's the difference between you and me, being able to drag people who like you into danger?"

"It's not hard to admit that you're just playing house and using him as a tool, hahahahaha."

"It has nothing to do with you."

"You claim to understand human nature and emotions better than me, but all you can say in an argument is 'It has nothing to do with me'?"

The intense collision of flames and gale-force winds created several towering fire tornadoes in mid-air.

The aftershocks of the battle reached the battlefield where the boundaries between reality and illusion met.

They and the heroic spirits couldn't help but stop, looking up at the two figures who seemed like gods descending, transforming into two streams of light that intertwined and clashed all the way to the heavens.

Coincidentally, after Lysick's outburst, the number of heroic spirits remaining in the garden was 8.

Six of them specialize in routes that align with the boundaries between the virtual and real worlds.

Jiang Heyi faced off against the sinister-looking demon warrior.

French fries stand in confrontation with a pure-blooded martial artist.

The bed and the shadow mage were locked in a fierce battle within the shadows.

In front of the squid was a minotaur carrying a giant shield, whose physical body was also as strong as an iron tower.

The jailer and the necromancer engage in a passionate clash through necromancy.

Before the four Primal Bodies, a young man, elegant as a gentleman, holding a staff, politely inquired about the rules under which the contest would be conducted.

Judging from his posture, he didn't seem to have been dragged out to fight by Zhifeng; rather, it seemed like he was preparing for a friendly academic exchange.

The tetralogists were deeply moved.

After encountering the insane Heroic Spirits, I've finally met a normal person who is polite and speaks kindly from the start.

It's like getting the guaranteed reward in a ten-pull, it's so exciting!

The other two spectators were also very well-behaved.

Finding themselves without a suitable opponent, the only option they could choose was a support-type necromancer. One held their sword, the other withdrew their summoned creature, arms crossed, calmly watching the battle from the sidelines.

The scene resembled people in a park watching old men play chess, waiting for someone to lose so they could take over the game.

As for the bright orange tea...

If you target someone who has no fighting ability, they'll probably think it's beneath them.

The carefree young man, carrying a greatsword, even went up to chat with Orange Tea, and in just a few words, he brought up the topic of whether she had a boyfriend.

The jailer shouted disdainfully, "You're just a dead spirit, yet you're trying to pick up girls!"

The young man with the greatsword glanced at him and said, "It's so noisy. You should worry about yourself. You might be an idiot who gets killed by the undead creatures."

"Remember, in my eyes, necromancers are the most despicable profession, and you have no right to speak to me."

"Just like the necromancer you fought, I discriminate against you on equal terms."

The spirits are like this: since history is being restored, don't expect them to have any spirit of cooperative combat.

They are all the best in their respective worlds, geniuses who dominated their eras. Before they could cooperate, they had to be ranked.

If it weren't for the connection of summoning and the boundary between the real and the virtual, they would most likely have already started fighting each other and competing for supremacy.

(End of this chapter)