T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

In the blood mist, the two sides clashed at an unbelievable speed.

Completely abandoning magic, pure skill and instinct.

Each crisp clang of the blade is the ultimate expression of the perception, reaction, and strength of both sides.

Or rather, it was simply a burst of Jiang Heyi's personal abilities.

Amidst the pervasive blood mist, he lost track of Freya. He could only pinpoint Freya's location by the fleeting sound of the blade tearing through the air as it struck, the sword light hidden within the blood mist.

"Freya in the blankets is seriously injured; her wings were cut off by French fries!"

Jiang Heyi's heart tightened.

The Freya status in the two regions affects each other.

What will happen next?

"It hurts, but it feels so good!"

"It hurts, but it feels so good!"

Freya's remarks sound like those of a masochist.

The red mist enveloping the two dissipated, and Jiang Heyi could see Freya's current state clearly.

The instant she raised the blood sword above her head, a pool of blood appeared out of thin air above the arena.

A steady stream of blood flowed down, infusing the blood sword, instantly creating an aura of world-destroying power.

At the same time, the blood pool beneath the feet of the French fries disappeared, and the surrounding crimson world transformed into a pure white light curtain.

In a daze, they instantly appeared beside the other three.

The boundary between reality and illusion meets again.

Freya's wings, one red and one black, are no longer the pure white they were when we first met.

"Destroy!"

The blood sword swelled, and just before it slashed down, the blanket grabbed the slightly clumsy Zhong Zemo and hurled him forward.

As he rushed towards Freya, he instinctively raised the small, magic-suppressing round shield.

"clang!"

The enormous phantom that condensed around the blood sword turned into a rain of blood and fell from the sky. Freya watched in horror as the blood sword flew out of her hand and shattered in mid-air.

Potato was stunned, clutching Freya's broken wing in her hand.

This fragment of body, imbued with Freya's aura, had just shielded them from a massive, area-of-effect attack in the blood pool, resembling an execution technique.

Upon leaving the blood pool, she noticed that the wings shone even brighter, as if they were eager to return to their original body.

Just by holding it in her hands, the shields and injuries of her and the people around her were constantly being restored.

The correct way to counter this devastating Blood Sword attack is for everyone to gather together and use the Broken Wings ability to avoid fatal damage.

But Squid Bro came up with a completely different solution.

This can be countered with a shield?!

Those weren't physical swords; they were damage infused with a mixture of various magical elements.

The blood sword was imbued with Freya's life force, rendering the attack ineffective. Her face turned pale, and she staggered.

She stared intently at Zhong Zemo: "You actually... retaliated?"

"My subconscious urge was to protect everyone... so I decided to give it a try."

Zhong Zemo was also shocked. He didn't deliberately do it; his body moved first, and his brain followed.

Freya's already bent arm was further damaged by the counterattack, with the flesh and bone turning outwards and her hand broken, only connected by fascia.

She still couldn't feel any pain, only marveled at it.

"I was wrong. You are more powerful than the vast majority of people on this continent."

With praise, Freya flapped her scarred red and black wings and took flight.

The jailer looked up eagerly, his gaze burning.

Freya was about to say something when she felt that burning gaze, so she lowered her head and met the jailer's eyes.

"Could it fly a little higher? The angle isn't perfect for the jailer... Never mind, I'll just use my imagination."

She had originally intended to unleash some kind of skill, but both her wings shattered, and she fell straight down.

Freya's plane crashed.

"Great, great, great! That half-lying position is perfect, perfect!" The jailer was extremely excited. "I'm going to review the footage thoroughly tomorrow!"

Four crystals within Freya's body lit up, and three more crystals floated out of the shattered doll and merged into it.

Her body, drained of blood and energy, radiated magic.

Scales sprouted all over Freya's body like bamboo shoots after a rain, and she even grew the siren's signature large tail, as well as demonic scales that controlled her words of power.

"The final test: if you don't fall within one minute of the Word of Power, I will satisfy your curiosity."

Freya smiled and stretched out her arms toward the boundary between reality and illusion, fully displaying her new body that combined the characteristics of vampires, sirens, and humans.

The boundary between the real and the virtual also helped us understand the deeper function of those rhomboid crystals.

They are like doll consciousness modules; as long as there is a suitable carrier, they can be inserted and reproduced.

In addition, combining two of them can create different forms and obtain completely different powers.

"are you ready?"

"Word of power, arise!"

After Freya thoughtfully gave her reminder, the boundary between the real and the virtual worlds turned their gazes in the same direction.

Jiang Heyi took out the perch, rabbit, and venison dishes that he always carried with him and ate them silently.

Freya's eyes widened.

An invisible pressure swept in, shattering the magic of the Word of Power with a tidal wave of oppression.

Above the ever-changing doll's nest, the countdown of one minute has begun.

“You…” Freya said in disbelief.

Jiang Heyi shrugged sheepishly: "I really can't do anything about you fusing with other puppets."

The Glutton's incarnation has an exceptionally strong restraining effect on the Siren; even someone as powerful as Freya would find it quite difficult to maintain her Word of Power.

Suddenly, she smiled.

Freya stopped struggling, clapped her hands lightly, and dispelled the domain created by the Word of Power.

The countdown above my head also instantly reset to zero.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're not a sore loser, are you?!" The big, dark-skinned rat jumped out of bed and declared righteously, "How can interrupting a skill not count as a win for us?!"

"No, I just feel that it's meaningless, so we don't need to compete anymore."

Freya casually wiped the grime off her face, then proactively withdrew the crystal from her body, dissolving the fusion state.

A warm blue light shone down from the ever-changing doll's nest. When Freya was inside it, her tattered body was quickly repaired, and her red and black wings turned snow-white again.

"Four puppets, my basic form, my fusion form, a total of six tests, and you all delivered unimaginable results."

"You have passed the test and are now qualified to continue satisfying your curiosity."

Instantly, the spirits in the arena stands erupted in enthusiastic applause.

French Fries asked in bewilderment, "Are you really just a doll?"

"Don't I look like a doll?"

"It's very agile, more powerful than anything we've ever seen, quite unlike anything we've ever seen," Fries admitted.

Freya smiled and said, "This is the greatest praise for me and for my Lord."

The talkative Freya was unwilling to reveal why she was there or their connection to the two factions.

The only thing that is certain is that they do not belong to this continent.

"Here, these are for you." Freya tossed out four [Spirit of the Immaculate Doll]. "They have many uses; experience them for yourself."

After saying that, she glanced at the jailer who was still staring at her feet and said disdainfully.

"If you like watching this so much, why don't you make a doll to play with? How can there be such a perverted person like you, whose mind is full of other people's feet?"

Sigh, jailer.

Jiang Heyi didn't understand what the prison guard had gone through; his mind was filled with thoughts of prison guards.

This kind of person will get a fungal infection sooner or later and learn his lesson!

"Don't talk nonsense. You need a girlfriend to get a fungal infection." The person in bed complained. "The jailer will become a great magician sooner or later."

"Waaah, stop talking, stop talking. What's wrong with me being a pervert in the dark corner all by myself?"

All the spirits in the arena returned to the Puppet Nest, except for Freya, who was executing those controlled by the Church of Eternal Night.

Thinking that this was a special character, and quite talkative, Jiang Heyi decided to ask.

"The 10th floor?" Freya, her wings stained with blood from the fighting, wiped the blood splattered from the corner of her mouth and tilted her head. "Oh, the Great Library. There are no of our people there."

"Some of the dolls were dropped into the wrong area and I ran into two guys there."

"One is a woman who is slightly mentally unstable and looks very irritable."

"With her was a necromancer who seemed to be able to control spirits."

"strength?"

"Wake up! You guys are capable of defeating me. Dealing with those ugly bastards is a piece of cake for you!"

Freya was quite outgoing; she patted Jiang Heyi on the shoulder and chuckled.

Zhong Zemo decided to ask a question that was unrelated to the main topic.

"When I was fighting you just now, there was a moment... I felt like I saw a lot of eyes."

Freya's expression turned strange; she grinned widely and licked her lips.

"Want to see?"

Everyone shook their heads at the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Wow, you guys are pretty good. If I were weaker, I could show you a lot of interesting little surprises."

"You beat me up so badly... that's not gentle at all."

Not enough emotional output, we also have to admire your hidden appearance and skill set when you lose SAN?

"We'd like to occupy some space on the ninth floor to do our own things. Will the dolls attack us?"

"Oh, no, no, you've gained the approval of the Puppet Nest, just don't get involved in our battle with Eternal Night."

"We have another friend, is it alright too?"

"You'll have to bring it over so I can record its aura first."

The boundary between reality and illusion immediately returned to the eighth floor, pulling up the Slime King who was still resting there.

The Slime King was very vigilant, and the moment he saw the Doll's Nest and Freya, he immediately adopted an attack stance.

If the boundary between reality and illusion hadn't been explained repeatedly, she would have already made her move.

"So it was to strip this guy of his knowledge and memories."

Freya crouched down, admiring the black cat curled up in a ball through the Slime King's belly.

It fell into a brief slumber.

"Then you can have this too."

Freya threw a stone at her.

Sutter's Heart Stone!

The treasure found during the fierce battle with Dussel in the snowy mountains is a powerful weapon against mental magic.

Unbeknownst to them, as they joyfully began establishing the virtual-real boundary to subdue the Black Cat stronghold, someone was watching them as they cleared the ninth level.