T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 567, Section 566: A Cataclysmic Start
The stench of burnt flesh brutally tore apart the consciousness of the four original entities.

The taste was like a dull knife, scraping along the nasal cavity all the way to the depths of the brain.

His eardrums suddenly ruptured with a "pop," and his hearing became as clear as a drowning person surfacing.

In the distance, burning beams crackled and popped, while nearby, something was dripping down.

Their senses of smell and hearing were awakened one after another, and before the white light that filled their vision had dissipated, the four primal beings already sensed that something was very wrong.

A scorched earth.

Thirty meters away, half of a charred, collapsed high-rise building lay obliquely on the ground like a bone gnawed by a giant.

The flag embroidered with a dark red lion was curling up into ashes in the embers, and the scorching metal flagpole sizzled as it burned the corpses beneath it.

Charred bones, collapsed houses, burning flags, broken weapons...

The four primordial bodies moved to regain consciousness, and the soles of their feet felt soft to the touch.

It was a corpse lying face up, its abdomen completely cut open, its internal organs gone.

The deceased's ashen face was frozen in terror.

The Tetramorphs speculated that he was most likely alive when he was being devoured.

The culprit was none other than the bizarre and varied monsters lying among the corpses of various intelligent races.

Wolves, cows, spiders, mud worms...

Densely packed.

The training was meaningful; their threshold for dealing with bloodshed was high enough after being tempered by numerous creatures of flesh and blood.

Even with orange tea, one can calmly hold the "food" spat out by flesh and blood and play with it for a while.

The Primal Body was not intimidated. He continued to silently and calmly examine this bloody land where the battle had obviously taken place not long ago.

The houses on both sides of the street looked as if they had been crushed by the palm of a giant; the brick and stone structures could still maintain their framework, while the wooden ones had been completely turned into piles of charcoal.

In the collapsed bakery, the scattered black bread from the oven was indistinguishable from the charred arms.

Further away, several soldiers wearing heavy silver armor resembling cans were piled together in an eerie manner.

They were struck by some kind of high-temperature magic, and the molten iron rings fused with flesh and blood to form a horrifying metal-flesh sculpture.

Judging from the architectural layout and ruins, this was a city-state of considerable size, with a large number of guards, soldiers, and mages.

Their enemy is an extremely large army of monsters.

The crushed stone bricks on the ground allowed the four primal beings to imagine the terrifying scene of ten thousand beasts running rampant.

Black smoke curled up.

In the distance, a few mournful howls occasionally broke the silence of the setting sun.

The Tetraprimes realized that their situation was dire and that the battle was far from over.

A terrible place to land.

From the very first minute you arrive in Anna, you must fight with all your might to survive.

He pulled a long sword from a massive, nearly 2-meter-long wolf, weighed it in his hand, and carefully checked for any nicks or nicks.

Everyone at the boundary between the virtual and the real world received physical training in order to deal with possible extreme situations.

The Overlord's original words were, "I hope that everyone will be blessed by Orange Tea. You won't need these skills in the early stages of your descent."

Unfortunately, the Tetraprimes are in deep trouble!

The burning building provided illumination, and the four Primarchs cautiously crept close to the wall towards the direction from which the shouts of battle had been heard.

The sound was loud, indicating a crowd had gathered.

Another option flashed through the mind of the Primarch: to flee in the opposite direction of the invasion by the attackers.

The monsters are attacking the city-state, probably pushing all the way to the end of a road; the area outside is likely a safe zone.

But... who can guarantee that these monsters aren't being commanded by someone?
The commanders were calmly waiting outside the city for the post-battle cleanup; to rush out would be tantamount to sending themselves to their deaths.

A disastrous start means you can only gamble.

There are no right or wrong answers in an endgame.

Before making the decision, he silently recited Nong Ya's name and then softly chanted "Tea God".

Amid the crackling of the burning building, other sounds gradually emerged.

The "snap" of the armor blades rubbing together, and the rustling of the dragged object, alerted the Tetraprime.

"Damn it, I can't find a single usable scroll."

"Wake up, even if you have the scroll, how the hell do you plan to trigger it?"

"The great magicians have all died for their country."

"Damn beast!"

"what!"

With a "whoosh," a sharp arrow flew straight toward the Four Primal Body Gate.

The fighting instincts accumulated from long-term life-or-death struggles were quickly mobilized in the critical moment of life and death.

The four original beings suddenly turned to the side, flicking their broadswords like a fan, slashing the arrows away.

Long spears, long swords, short knives, and crossbows, whether in the open or in the shadows, whether on streets blocked by rubble and corpses or in the ruins of collapsed buildings, were all aimed at the four original entities that were gradually emerging from the shadows into the public eye.

"You're not an animal, put it down, put it down!"

"One of our own!"

"Friendly troops, don't fire!"

The leader, carrying a torch, stepped forward. Before he even got close to the four original bodies, a strange expression appeared on his blood-stained face.

"It's an adult!"

His tone was filled with barely suppressed elation.

"what?"

Except for the archers who were on guard at high places, everyone else stepped forward and knelt down on one knee to pay their respects.

Some people bowed with perfect, crisp movements, while others, bewildered, laid down their weapons, prostrated themselves on the ground, and kowtowed.

The four original entities that were being worshipped were somewhat bewildered.

He understood the meaning of "sir," and in most parts of Anna, this honorific was directed at magicians and nobles.

Why was it so easy to tell he was a magician or an important figure? He must have time-traveled; there's no status bar above his head...

Suddenly, the four primordial beings caught a glimpse of the sleeve and realized what was happening.

Those who can wear brocade and satin, with exquisite and colorful robes, undoubtedly possess a high social status.

The clothes that Jiang Heyi specially selected for everyone before their arrival had an effect.

The Tetraprototype coughed and quickly got into the zone.

Tell me about the current situation.

The person who had just stepped forward with a torch to check the situation hesitated and asked, "Is it here?"

The four primal beings faintly heard howls coming from afar; the eerie howls of the monsters became more and more frequent after nightfall.

"Take me to a safe place."

"Yes."

The group sheltered the four original entities in the center of the formation, while the scouts on both sides moved nimbly through the ruins, maintaining a vigilant posture as they retreated with the team.

Upon close observation, the four primordial entities became clear to him.

Well-trained soldiers, experienced adventurers, and ordinary people hastily conscripted to defend their homes.

The three of them together form the team you see before you.

Based on the conversation just now, the Four Primal Bodies can be further confirmed that the intensity of the initial battles will be extremely high.

The mages who were supposed to be in the middle or rear during the large-scale battle were completely wiped out.

That burning dark red lion banner belonged to Kurien's direct subordinate force, the Dark Lion Guard.

They were stationed in some of the empire's border cities, both to relieve the pressure of border guards and to monitor the border lords.

Even they were all wiped out, so someone must have misjudged the situation, causing the enemy's bull charge to break through the defenses in one fell swoop, forcing the mages into close combat with thousands of troops.

Conversations with the survivors confirmed that the theory of the Tetramorphs was correct.

This was a terrifying monster riot. Starting in early spring, numerous adventurers reported an unusual surge in monsters in the dense forests outside Dimir City.

Experienced adventurers and hunters suspect that the consecutive years of bumper harvests and abundant food in the dense forests have led to a surge in the number of monsters.

The ecological threshold of the region has been breached, and the monsters on the verge of becoming intelligent are vaguely aware of the impending crisis, causing them to collectively become agitated.

Throughout the spring, various monsters fought fiercely in the dense forest, and a frenzied atmosphere spread through the forest.

The monsters and beasts active in the area became restless.

Reports from adventurers and hunters piled up on the lord's desk.

The local lord informed the nearby Dark Lion Guards and politely inquired about how to proceed.

"They're just animals; let them fend for themselves."

The Dark Lion Guards consider themselves elite, and these mere inferior monsters are not worth their attention.

Until the night before the incident, the howling of monsters continued deep in the forest.

Despite the obvious anomaly, he ignored it, considering it to be monsters killing each other and not worth mentioning.

So, he died.

According to those present, he was not a coward. He led the Dark Lion Guards to hold the breach in the city wall, buying time for the people inside the city to take refuge.

The four beings could sense this, but no one made much of a comment. It was just that the Dark Lion Guards were the direct descendants of the empire, and the other party had already died for their country. They could only grit their teeth and swallow their curses.

The misjudgment led to the complete annihilation of the border city-state's standing guard force.

The attack also affected another fortress on the border.

The lord and his personal guards were all gone without a trace.

Countless ordinary people died or were injured.

The city-state was called Dimir.

hiss……

The Primal Genius gently rubbed his forehead. He vaguely remembered that this was a major event in Anna that would go down in history.

It's urgent, I need to remember this quickly.

"grown ups?"

"grown ups!"

The four primordial beings' thoughts were interrupted, and when they came to their senses, they realized that they had already arrived.

The corpses piled up like mountains—this is not a figure of speech, but a literal description of mounds of flesh and blood.

The frenzied monsters stormed into the city, rampaging through the roads and destroying buildings.

Influenced by the group, they tirelessly merged into the same torrent, rushing forward.

After overcoming numerous obstacles, we finally stopped here.

Humans, monsters, and architectural ruins were all squeezed together, eventually coalescing into a horrifying landscape in an area with a radius of 500 meters.

The ordinary people who took up arms to defend their homes, reassured by the soldiers, kept their eyes fixed ahead, not daring to look down at the hellish scene.

The battle was fierce, and now that it has subsided, no one knows whether there are any survivors elsewhere.

A temporary upward slope was created by paving stones and wooden planks on top of the mountain of monster corpses.

Beyond the nearly 3-meter-high wall of corpses, on the slope, lie streets and buildings temporarily spared from the ravages of the attack.

Some of the remaining staff were arguing about something.

Tok, who was 56 years old at the time, was a veteran hunter and adventurer with some influence in Dimir. He stepped forward to stop them.

"Don't shout, we've found an adult."

Upon noticing the exquisitely crafted long robe of the Four Primal Bodies, those who remained fell silent.

"Tell me, what's all the commotion about?"

After a moment's hesitation, one of them stepped forward and bowed.

"Sir, we want to get some of the people out of the cellar to clean up the battlefield."

The other person, disregarding everything else, interjected.

"They've gone completely mad. They think the monster riot is over and they can finally relax."

Tok almost screamed, "It's over? Who told you it's over?!"

"Look, there's no more movement inside the city. Those monsters that entered the city are either dead or have run far away across the city. It's over."

Tok pointed at the young man and cursed, "Idiot!"

"Look at all the corpses here, and think about how many monsters we saw in the woods earlier. Do you really think they're all dead?"

"Think of those surviving, ravenous monsters."

"Food is everywhere in the city; there's no need to search, just walk in and eat."

"This place is like a living stream in a forest; all monsters will come near it!"

These words sent shivers down the spines of the survivors who still harbored illusions.

"What, what should we do?"

"Where is the messenger? Have we sent any messengers?"

"Most of the magicians died this morning, so the magic messenger probably didn't get the message out."

"We're doomed! Don't the people at Krikri Fortress know what's going on here?!"

"How could we possibly fight against those monsters... I saw a great mage torn to pieces by their teeth and claws!"

Anxiety spread, and one could faintly hear the sobbing of some people who were not strong enough to bear it.

Tok's reprimand was meant to urge people to abandon their illusions and resolutely resist in order to survive, but the overwhelming reality was crushing the will of ordinary people.

"Let's run, let's run now!"

"Exactly, it'll be fine if we run out now!"

Experienced adventurers and the remaining soldiers sensed the change in atmosphere; if it continued to escalate, the will to resist would cease to exist.

The remaining soldiers are just holding on by sheer willpower; once that will wear them down, they'll be unable to regroup.

They all turned their attention to the person with the most authority in the room.

The Tetraprimates knew that many of them would also like to escape if they could.

They didn't flee earlier because they were afraid that if they were separated, they would be outnumbered and outmatched in the wild.

The reason we're not fleeing now is because the mage, the Four Primal Bodies, has suddenly appeared.

Tetra believes he lacks charisma and cannot command the unconditional trust of those around him like Potato does.

"If it were a potato, what would you do..."

In a moment of melancholy, a vague memory surfaced in my mind.

In that familiar villa, in the living room that seemed etched into his DNA, Siyuanti slurped up the lovingly made noodles that Nongya had prepared, leaning back on the sofa.

Opposite him was Jiang Heyi, who was intently staring at the projection of Holora, with his back to Anna.

The dense, tree-like diagrams are so complex that they give you a headache just by looking at them, even the Tetraprimes feel sorry for them.

"What are we memorizing today? Why is there a tree-like structure that's academic? Damn, aren't you memorizing a chronology? How did it become academic?"

"I want to kill this mentally challenged mother." Jiang Heyi, who is usually calm, started by saying he wanted to kill his mother, which shows that he was really annoyed.

"There was a lousy commander who made all the wrong choices during the Demir Forest resource collapse, leading to the fall of the city and a series of messes... Ugh, could he just die already? Does he know how annoying it is for me to carry all this stuff around?"

The tetra-propaganda suddenly jolted.

Because he felt so sorry for Jiang Heyi, he squatted in front of the projector and suffered with him for an entire afternoon.

I remember now...

The collapse of the Dimir Forest resources was a later characterization of the event by which Kurien, gritting his teeth and swallowing his pride, acted as a master of impartiality, allowing historians to rewrite the events.

Also remembered are...

"Don't run, you absolutely can't run."

The four proto-pro ...

"Whoever runs, dies!"

(End of this chapter)