T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 635, Section 634: The Prophet Helps You Grind Reputation

In the early spring of the 36th year of the Kurien calendar, on the southern border of the Anna Empire, an adventure group called "Rainbow Rain" rose to prominence at an incredible speed.

They ventured deep into treacherous lands and hunted high-level monsters that had long plagued border villages and given the local guards a major headache.

A cleanup operation was organized targeting the troll tribes entrenched in the vast underground water system of the old city-state, allowing lords who were nearly punished for losing their land to escape trial.

Eliminating no fewer than 30 bandit gangs and recovering no fewer than 100 missing persons, including slaves and imperial population, is probably the least remarkable of these achievements.

After completing a mission, the Rainbow Rain Adventure Team will only take high-level magical materials from the loot as an extra reward, in addition to the basic fee stipulated in the original agreement. These materials are useless to ordinary people but are very valuable to mages.

They did not take any of the gold and silver treasures they obtained during the operation, but distributed them all to the local people who had suffered losses and were living in poverty.

Their criteria for selecting clients are completely random and can be described as arbitrary.

From extremely dangerous and difficult bounties like hunting down high-level evil sorcerers, to helping villagers drive away packs of wolves that harass their livestock.

These are small commissions that usually only require a few experienced hunters and are paid only a few copper coins, but they will enthusiastically step forward to help whenever they feel like it.
Rumors circulated in the streets that they had even taken on a commission from a nun and spent a whole day at the convent playing with a group of orphans.

The team's largest member, Giant Bear, personally cooked, making all the children beam with joy.

While they have low standards for selecting clients, their remuneration for accepting clients is also quite flexible.

They placed little emphasis on money, politely declining high rewards offered by nobles and wealthy merchants, and instead choosing low-cost commissions from ordinary people, and doing so more often than not.

In just one winter, the people of the southern part of the empire, who had benefited from the rainbow rain, began to sing praises of their nobility.

As spring arrives, adventurer guilds everywhere are discussing this group of fellow adventurers who seem to have appeared out of nowhere.

With the border lords of the Empire adhering to the guiding principle of laissez-faire governance, the Adventurers' Guild essentially played the role of an outsourced security agency.

The lords were responsible for providing the funds, while the adventurers were responsible for risking their lives.

The absence of compensation for casualties greatly satisfied the low-cost security needs of border governance, while effectively saving the city-states the huge expenses of maintaining a standing army.

This is far more economical than building more lords’ guards.

The sudden emergence of Rainbow Rain rapidly changed the landscape of the Southern Consignment Market.

When lords need to issue the highest-level dangerous bounty in the south of the empire, they almost always subconsciously prioritize this newly rising team.

If they can't get in touch, then it's the turn of other adventure groups.

Rainbow Rain has become the highest-ranking adventurer on the southern border of the empire.

At the same time, they are also very cheap.

If they encounter a rainbow rain and are in a good mood, they might be willing to step in and solve those daunting problems if all they have to do is cover the maintenance of their equipment and their food and drink expenses during their trip.

They seemed to be purely enjoying the thrill of adventure and hunting, completely indifferent to monetary rewards—an attitude that was quite unusual in the shrewd and calculating adventurer industry.

This style of doing things naturally aroused great dissatisfaction and resentment among the high-level adventurers who originally lived on the southern border of the empire.

Rainbow Rain takes almost all the most profitable top-tier commissions, but never charges a matching high commission. In their view, this is tantamount to malicious price-cutting and violating industry rules!
Before they could find Rainbow Rain and explain the consequences, the quest marked in red was prominently displayed at the major adventurer guilds on the southern border.

"A joint bounty by lords?"

Experienced adventurers, upon seeing the distinctive colors and emblems, immediately realized that something momentous had occurred.

As expected, the lord's guards responsible for delivering the bounty notice informed all the gathered adventurers of a chillingly dangerous message.

On the southern border of Anna, the Blazing Water Blood Clan, which borders the Empire, experienced a horrific tragedy.

An 8th-tier vampire suddenly went completely mad for unknown reasons, cruelly killing, desecrating, and devouring the flesh and blood of his own kind.

Overnight, the vampire tribe suffered a loss of 20 people due to his actions, most of whom were high-ranking vampires—those who tried to stop him were all turned into mummies.

An out-of-control 8th-tier berserk vampire is far too dangerous; his threat extends far beyond the realm of internal tribal affairs.

The Blazing Water Blood Clan immediately informed the lord of the southern border of the empire, as well as the neighboring Decaying Leaf Elves.

Although most of the empire's border lords were greedy parasites, they were also well aware of the principle of continuously draining the pond to catch all the fish.

Concerned about the stability of their own territory and the economy of their "human mines," they were not stingy at this moment and quickly joined forces with the Blazing Water Blood Clan to issue an astonishing bounty.

Almost simultaneously, the neighboring Kingdom of Decaying Leaves also reacted, ordering its adventurers and border guards to closely monitor the movements of this mad vampire.

He promised that anyone who successfully killed him would be able to meet the Elf King and receive a generous reward from the Elf Royal Court.

Lured by the saturated high bounty, almost all the active high-level adventurer groups on the southern border of the empire, like sharks smelling blood, joined this unprecedented hunting army.

Deep in the dense forest of the buffer zone between the Kingdom of Decaying Leaves and the border of Anna, a magician named Black Heron crouched by a babbling brook.

She bent down, cupped the cool, clear stream water in her hands, and gently splashed it on her face, as if to wash away a trace of fatigue.

The stream, like a mirror, reflected her delicate features and sharp, defined facial lines.

A few damp strands of black hair clung to her smooth forehead and neck; she casually brushed them aside with a soft sigh.

"It's really hard to find."

Black Heron also came for the 8th-tier vampires, but unlike the organized adventurer teams, she came alone.

With the mindset of helping out as one passes by, Black Heron tracked the mad vampire clan for several days based on various information along the way, but still could not find any trace of them.

This made her doubt the credibility of the information provided by the enthusiastic people along the way.

In any case, information from adventurers is absolutely unreliable.

The joint bounty drove this group crazy. Even though Black Heron made it clear that she was not there for the bounty, the adventurers still pointed her in the opposite direction.

This has happened more than once.

She rarely visited the south of the empire, only hearing from her elders that southern magicians and warriors were fierce and fearless.

But surely not in such a reckless and fearless manner?
Do these people really think they can bring to justice a mad vampire who single-handedly broke through a high-ranking member of a tribe, escaped, and committed all sorts of evil deeds?
No way?
These adventure groups probably don't really think they can enjoy the bounty all by themselves without needing to cooperate, right?

No no no no!

This had a huge impact on her worldview at the age of 26.

Black Heron suddenly frowned, and his body moved before his mind could react, speeding off into the depths of the dense forest.

She clearly sensed a strange and violent surge of magical energy erupting in the distance.

A very intense battle!

The aftershocks of the magical collision were long and violent.

She chased after him for a long distance, but the surging magical aura not only did not weaken, but became even clearer.

The black heron suddenly slowed down and finally stopped in a messy clearing in the woods.

The sight before her made her pupils shrink slightly.

In the dense forest, mangled corpses hung from branches in various twisted poses.

The bloody organs, like roughly disassembled doll parts, were scattered haphazardly on the ground, glistening with a damp, dark red sheen under the pale moonlight.

The pungent, nauseating smell of rust and the stench of offal almost froze the air.

A head, clearly ravaged by frenzied attacks, rolled to the side of a tree root. Its single eye remained wide open, frozen in extreme resentment and fear, staring blankly at the night sky slicing through the branches.

Despite the discomfort in its stomach, the black heron continued its journey.

The Mad Vampire Clan seems to have a problem with their definition of feeding.

Those who have a greater need for blood and magic have no reason to suddenly change their minds and eat raw flesh and blood.

The magic was still surging, but the aura of one side had weakened compared to the beginning.

One side has gained the upper hand!

Black Heron no longer concealed its magical aura and accelerated at full speed—judging from the horrific scene just now, these adventurer groups in the southern part of the empire had foolishly overestimated their own strength and seriously underestimated their opponents.

"Roar! Aa ...

A piercing howl, a mixture of pain, madness, and hunger, could not possibly be emitted by a human. It pierced through the leaves and assaulted the eardrums, sending chills down the spines of the black herons as they raced at full speed.

For some reason, the roar involuntarily conjured up in her mind the horrifying, sticky sound of fresh flesh being forcibly torn apart and shredded.

"Let me help you!"

She leaped up, like a night heron soaring into the sky.

"Ugh?"

In the instant her body was suspended in mid-air, Black Heron's gaze quickly swept across the battlefield below, and she couldn't help but let out a short, confused "Eh."

1, 2, 3, 4...

Eight people, along with a sticky monster, were unharmed. In the center of the circle of nine, a scarlet figure had been forced to its knees.

In an instant, Black Heron's sudden intrusion and her shout of "I'm here to help you" successfully attracted the attention of everyone on the ground.

Several pairs of eyes instantly focused on her, their gazes a mixture of surprise, doubt, and a hint of...amusement.

Black Heron felt like a kettle suddenly placed on a campfire, its entire body scorched by the eerie gaze.

"That...I..."

The crimson figure, surrounded in the center and kneeling and roaring, stopped howling, and its entire body began to make a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound, as if the bones inside were growing out of place.

His skin, which was oozing blood, suddenly cracked.

He shed his skin.

The mad vampire forcefully emerged from the shattered "humanoid shell".

The black heron's stomach churned violently, and it felt extremely nauseous.

The mad vampire tore off the last piece of "clothing" he was wearing, ripping off his still-tough skin and flesh, howling in agony as he threw it to the ground.

Every muscle fiber was exposed to the air, constantly twitching and dripping thick blood and tissue fluid; in some places, even the white bone stubble could be seen sticking out.

It raised its head, and its enormous mouth, devoid of lips and with teeth exposed, opened wide, emitting an even more chilling shriek.

The blood that had been lost did not seep into the soil; instead, it flowed across the ground as if it were alive, quickly condensing into complex and sinister scarlet runes.

"Golden Holy Word Technique!"

Just as the black heron was shaken by this strange sight, a clear and sharp shout rang out.

A warm and holy light descended instantly, enveloping her like an invisible shield.

However, the expected divine comfort did not arrive; instead, a strong, furry...bear paw appeared.
Before she could react, the enormous bear paw had already precisely gripped her arm, and with an agility completely disproportionate to its massive size, it yanked her away from her original position and pulled her into the ranks of the "Rainbow Rain" adventure team, who were waiting in full battle.

Almost at the same moment...

"Boom!"

The ground where she had just been standing suddenly collapsed downwards, as if swallowed by an invisible giant mouth.

Thick, scarlet liquid, exuding a strong, foul stench, erupted wildly from the ground like a long-suppressed volcano, instantly turning her original location into a churning, blood-red swamp.

The scalding liquid splashed and burned, the air was sticky and fishy, ​​and there were hissing sounds all around.

"If it had been half a second later..." Black Heron felt a wave of fear.

Before Black Heron could recover, the berserk vampire, having completed its terrifying transformation, let out an even sharper roar, and the blood-based runes around it suddenly lit up.

The next second, countless sharp spears made of congealed blood burst forth from the blood-red swamp like a storm, indiscriminately covering the entire area.

"Bear, go!"

Henilakai swiftly and decisively shoved the black heron he had just rescued into Gloria's arms.

The enormous demon-suppressing bear strode forward, charging ahead with great strides.

The heavy bear paw stepped directly over the churning, highly corrosive crimson blood, as if it were stepping on an ordinary puddle.

The corrosive fluids had no effect on him; he moved as if he were in an empty field.

In the blink of an eye, the giant bear's massive figure tore through the pervasive blood mist and charged fiercely towards the mad vampire like a chariot.

The magic and explosions released by the mad vampires along the way had no effect on the Demon Suppressor's body.

Henila Kai felt like he was being tickled.

"Have you had enough of the commotion?"

As he spoke, he raised his bear paw and slammed it heavily onto the head of the mad vampire, driving his head straight into his chest cavity.

The bones in its neck emitted a chilling cracking sound, and its entire upper body twisted at an extremely bizarre angle, its figure, which had just been roaring madly, instantly stiffened.

The mad vampires stood at attention.

Golovin the Evil Spear leaped high into the air, a standard throwing motion.

"evil……"

"Cough cough."

Golia below quickly coughed and gestured to the dumbfounded Black Heron beside her.

Golovin instantly understood, swallowing back the name of the move he was about to utter, and hurriedly changed his words to shout: "Demon Spear!"

It was incredibly fast; Black Heron didn't even see what happened, only a flash of black light in front of him.

A deafening roar, like the earth shaking, resounded.

The evil spear that Golovin threw hit its target with unparalleled precision, like a meteor falling to earth.

The area where the Mad Blood Clan was located was instantly blasted into a deep crater by the terrifying impact, with smoke, dust, and debris shooting into the sky and obscuring the view.

As the dust settled, the mad vampire's chest was completely pierced by a spear wreathed in ominous black energy, pinning him firmly to the bottom of the ravine.

His broken body twitched twice, then fell silent again.

After a long while, Black Heron murmured subconsciously, "Good, so amazing."

Upon hearing this, Gloria's lips curled up in a smile.

This is the effect they wanted.

If they weren't waiting for a suitable audience member to enter, they could have dealt with this abhorrent vampire much earlier.

In the early spring of the 36th year of the Kurien calendar, Kza of the Blazing Water Blood Clan secretly studied forbidden arts in an attempt to master the forbidden flesh and blood magic.

Fortunately or unfortunately, he suffered a backlash from the flesh and blood magic, lost himself, and transformed into a flesh and blood monster, harassing the southern border of the empire for dozens of days.

Historically, Khedira briefly regained his senses, endured the excruciating pain of being skinned alive, and ended his own life, thus stopping this bloody catastrophe that could have evolved into an even more horrific disaster in a deserted place.

Because the Sovereign controls all living beings, Jiang Heyi remembers this part of the historical record with exceptional clarity.

When the time was right, he informed Rainbow Rain to release Kza, and took the opportunity to continue grinding reputation.

It might be difficult for others, but for Rainbow Rain, which has been reorganized and now has three Rank 8 mages—Gloria, Elsa, and Deep Green—it's a piece of cake.

Not to mention the freak, Henilakai.

A body capable of suppressing demons would be too overpowered in a magical world.

Unlike the even rarer Demon-Suppressing Body, Henilakai can use buff magic even when he activates the Demon-Suppressing Body, making mages kneel down and call him "father."

"Thanks for your help~~~" Plata fluttered by, then suddenly floated back. "Oh, so you're also an elf hybrid? You have such a familiar aura."

The Black Heron, who had done nothing, was teased by a "thank you for your help" and was at a loss for words when it heard Plata discussing bloodlines, and its eyes immediately lit up.

"I am a half-elf and half-human."

“Butterflies and elves.” Plata puffed out her chest proudly. “Aren’t my wings beautiful?”

Golovin patted Plata's head: "Alright, alright, stop showing off your wings. After you're done, collect your bounty and go back to talk to your master."

The information that Golovin deliberately released did indeed attract the Black Heron.

"Master..." Black Heron asked in confusion, "Are you not an adventurer's party, but rather servants of some mage?"

“Yes, they are.” Gloria turned around and replied, then immediately turned back. “Rona, burn them thoroughly.”

The Spirit Sorcerer Rona muttered under his breath, "Potato said I even burned an Elemental Lord to death in the game, 3. Doesn't he trust me?"

As he spoke, he slammed a fireball into the ground, startling everyone.

Even so, the black heron's curiosity was not averted.

She asked, "What kind of adventure group are you?"

“Haven’t you heard of it?” Gloria laughed. “Rainbow Rain.”

The black heron's eyes widened.

The most legendary adventure team of the past quarter is about to begin!

and many more……

They actually have a master behind them?
What kind of person could raise such a well-trained and powerful adventure team?

(End of this chapter)