T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 615, Section 614: The God of Rotating Responsibilities

A century ago, Devland was once the pinnacle of magic in the world of Ana.

It was not the conflict between the Church of Eternal Night and the Clarities that swept across the continent, causing the main temple's succession to be interrupted, that allowed it to regain its glory even after the invasion.

Games are games, reality is reality.

What they saw and heard in the three years after their arrival told everyone that in the real world of Ana, the characters they knew were not to be underestimated.

Relying on the unusual airflow, the fries were slashed across the chest without warning.

"Dang~~"

The crisp sound of metal clashing was melodious and pleasant.

She rolled backward, using the momentum to sink the knife into the ground and dissipate the force.

As the gatekeepers of the Temple of the Clarity, the Moon Shadow Wolves have had their combat power weakened in the game.

In the instant of the actual confrontation, Fries's hand went numb. The immense force caused her arm to tilt and half of her body to be pressed to the side. She was just one step away from completely losing her balance and falling to the ground.

The squid, who was blocking with its shield, also felt the same way.

No skill involved, just pure power.

If it were a normal game progression, Orange Tea would be offering all sorts of quirky little blessings.

At that moment, she clasped her hands together, and an invisible breeze swept across the entire area.

Only an elemental mage could keenly perceive the air currents swirling around his feet at the boundary between reality and illusion.

The group version of "Walking with the Wind" is ready.

French fries, who had previously seemed to have their soul bound by gravity, now gripped the short knife tightly in their backhand, the blade gleaming coldly.

She deftly tightened the belt around her waist, instantly regaining the extreme lightness of a bird.

French Fries stomped his toes on the ground, the fierce force leaving a crater in the ground and sending pebbles flying. Like a bolt of lightning, he suddenly shot back to the Moonshadow Werewolf whose fur was still burning.

"This one is mine!"

After declaring his protection of food, he swung a powerful slash that sent sparks flying from the Moonshadow Werewolf's claws.

The next level is the slaughterhouse that newcomers feared in the early days of the Stars of Proof server.

The Frog-Headed Stitches, capable of taking down children one bite at a time, achieved the feat of long-term fast food consumption, once making players tremble at the mere mention of it.

French fries desperately need to regain their killing touch before that happens.

"Get your body excited!"

"You're too slow! Use your claws faster, much faster!"

"How can this speed compare to a Frankenstein's monster? Get moving!"

He wielded the knife with one hand, leaving no opening.

The Moonshadow Werewolf couldn't even find an opening to change its moves, and could only passively face the onslaught of French fries.

On the other side, the husband-and-wife team of Cuttlefish and Blanket are putting on a "two-person show" with another invisible werewolf.

Ever since arriving in this godforsaken world, Cuttlefish has been desperately searching for the perfect shield parry feel from his memories.

The laws of physics in reality are like a piece of crap in a game, with feedback that's incredibly vague!
No wonder, before his arrival, the teachers gave him the most training in various stable and reliable defensive magic.

At this moment, the two werewolves, whose fur had been set ablaze by the four Primarchs, “shone brightly” in the dim hall. The burning flames outlined their twisted and robust bodies, like two moving torches.

They were supposed to join forces to attack the invaders, but now they were awkwardly separated on two battlefields. One became a touchstone for sharpening a blade, and the other became a sparring partner for forging a strong shield.

Seeing that the time was right, Jiang Heyi's eyes sharpened, and he raised the ancient lantern at the opportune moment.

The light-element-specialized prop suddenly unleashed its power, a bright, condensed light precisely striking the two wolves.

The originally dark and gloomy light became brilliant and bright the moment it touched the werewolf, exuding a holy aura.

To werewolves, the light of the lantern seemed hotter than lava.

After just one second of exposure, the skin hissed, and the already charred fur instantly carbonized and fell off, revealing the red, swollen, blistering, and rapidly charred and ulcerated flesh underneath. The horrific scars looked as if they had been branded with a hot iron.

"Ouch!!!"

The two werewolves simultaneously let out a piercing, painful howl; the scorching light caused far more intense pain than the flames.

They were in pain and wanted to retreat, but their ferocity was completely unleashed in the extreme suffering.

The werewolf in front of the fries went berserk, ignoring the flames and burns on its body, and abandoned standing upright, instead crawling on all fours.

Its burning forepaws, carrying a stench of blood and an aura of destruction, slammed down on the fries.

It was all-out and aggressive, completely abandoning defense.

Abandoning reason in exchange for power is a common practice among many subhuman species when they are in dire straits.

In the words of the prison guard, the underlying code is acting up and wants to breathe.

The fries have been waiting for this moment.

Instead of retreating, she advanced, her figure darting like a ghost into the werewolf's embrace, brushing past the giant claw that could split rocks. At this moment, she gripped the longsword in her right hand, the blade swirling with energy.

With the perfect wind magic from the orange tea, the effortless and smooth slashing motion swept out at a tricky and ruthless angle.

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade sliced ​​precisely across the werewolf's unprotected throat and jaw, drawing out a gush of hot, steaming, foul-smelling blood.

The werewolf's roar abruptly stopped, turning into a hoarse, leaky sound.

But this was not immediately fatal; the excruciating pain only made its final struggle even more frantic.

The other werewolf roared as it broke free from the squid's grasp, lunging desperately at the fries that had its back turned, attempting a diversionary tactic. "Hmph, trying to escape!"

The squid roared, and the shield, which had always been criticized for its poor handling, suddenly displayed amazing stability.

He no longer pursued fancy shield parries, but instead poured all his strength into the shield, unleashing a solid shield charge.

"Bang!" The heavy metal shield slammed into the side of the charging werewolf, interrupting its attack and creating space for Fries to deliver the fatal blow.

French Fries understood immediately. Without pausing, she used the force of her slash to spin around, the blade tracing a perfect, gleaming silver circle around her. She leaped into the air, dodging the werewolf's wildly swinging claws, gripped the hilt of the blade with both hands, and concentrated all her weight and the force of her fall onto the tip of the sword.

"die!"

With a clear, angry shout, the sharp blade pierced the werewolf's skull with unparalleled precision, as if cutting through tofu, and went all the way to the hilt!

The werewolf's massive body stiffened abruptly, and the raging crimson light in its eyes dimmed and went out instantly.

The burning flames seemed to lose their support and quickly dimmed.

It swayed, then crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

At almost the same time, the battle on the squid's side was also nearing its end.

Before the werewolf, knocked off balance by the shield bash, could regain his footing, the blanket leaped out of the shadows, plunged the dagger into his waist, and twisted it forcefully.

A familiar place, a familiar feeling.

The dagger exploding into her kidneys brought her pleasure in bed, and she loved watching bullets pass through that spot when playing Elite Bullet.

It can't be changed; it's innate.

This time, the werewolf couldn't make a sound. In the instant it felt pain, the squid raised its shield and smashed it heavily into its forehead.

Shield parry, no good.

Shield Slam, Okay!

Ultimately, they are made of flesh and blood; a werewolf's skull is no harder than metal.

Normal carbon-based organisms probably wouldn't want to go up against the Universiade.

In the blink of an eye, the two ferocious Moonshadow werewolves died, leaving only the acrid smell of burnt fur and the thick stench of blood in the air.

"Phew, without bloodlust and fanaticism, I'm really not used to it."

He wiped the blood off the knife and shook his head repeatedly.

The Overlord did indeed grant her many spells suitable for use when injured, but reality is not a game, and there is no reason to intentionally harm herself.

"You're lucky, your physical skills are already excellent. I, on the other hand, suffered a setback. World Online really nerfed my shield parry." Squid cursed, "Crappy game!"

He sighed in bed: "If it weren't a terrible game, would it have so many bugs? Just bear with it and honestly be a punching bag to draw enemy fire."

Although all three had some reservations about their performance in the "game," Jiang Heyi felt it was pretty good.

The aircraft's performance was poor, but the pilot was awesome.

In the post-battle analysis, all three players rated the Moonshadow Werewolf's strength as "above the game level".

The process looked like he had the upper hand, but he couldn't kill the opponent in one blow. He still had to go through about 10 seconds of entanglement, which made French Fries not very satisfied with his performance.

Jiang Heyi laughed.

This wasn't some monster or beast you just hacked and slashed after landing. These were Moonshadow Twin Wolves, starting at least at Tier 5. Their claws were all cut off, their hands were a bloody mess, there wasn't a single good piece of flesh on their bodies, and their heads were pierced and blown off, as if they had been subjected to torture.

Even with this kind of experience of getting the feel for it, French fries still don't feel efficient enough.

Was it a giant planet-destroying structure in its previous life?

The jailer squatted beside the two werewolf corpses, his eyes closed, his body surging with magical energy.

"Have you slept enough? Get up and serve me!"

The werewolf's corpse began to convulse violently, its bones making a sickeningly loud "crackling" sound.

The two wolves, who had fallen asleep immediately, stood up again in a stiff posture that defied the common sense of the living, to the sound of the jailer's chanting.

In the early stages of the game, the jailer is a life-stealer, requiring resources and experience to sustain him before a significant increase in combat power can be seen in the mid-to-late game.

Cuttlefish gritted his teeth: "Guard, you sucked blood in the game, give us a lot more this time."

The two sides have reversed their positions. In the game, the standard support character, Squid, is helplessly relegated to a pure support role, while Jailer Bro received an epic buff in the second playthrough of the global server—the maximum number of summonable creatures he can control is far greater than in the game.

With the blessing of the Overlord's knowledge, at the start of the second playthrough, he can directly use necromancy to support the team.

The jailer's smile was practically flying to the sky.

"Is it finally my turn to be the god of responsibility? Is this what responsibility feels like?"

"Hey, hey, hey, why don't you guys listen to me for a bit? I haven't even given my acceptance speech for becoming MVP yet."

Jiang Heyi ignored this clown, took out a lantern and shone it on the rock layer, opening the path to the teleportation temple.

The teleportation point to the Dust Cleansing Layer is unstable due to the chaotic nature of the central magic array, so there's a chance that the boundary between reality and illusion could lead to the frog-headed stitched monster's embrace.

"Everyone, grab the orange tea," Jiang Heyi said. "With the orange tea's luck, I refuse to believe we'll be so unlucky as to be suddenly killed."

The orange tea naturally made everyone reach out and grab their arms...

"Guard, you can hug my leg if you want, but if you keep groping me, I'll kick you!" she suddenly gritted her teeth.

The jailer hurriedly looked up: "Really? Kick me in the face!"

"?"

"Teleport!" French Fries couldn't take it anymore and shouted.

(End of this chapter)