T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Having a customizable skill slot allows for more flexibility when encountering difficulties with level strategies, enabling you to make on-the-spot decisions and improve your margin for error.

A vengeful spirit resembling a ball of blue flame floated forward, reaching the plaza without triggering any mechanisms.

"Change the zombies."

The zombies also passed through safely.

They remained cautiously vigilant, but the anticipated traps did not appear.

At the end of the open square, thick layers of rock are embedded in a round, gray tomb door.

Like mud trampled by tank tracks, the uneven, rutted tracks cut the tomb entrance along its central axis.

After thinking for a while, Zhong Zemo found an adjective.

"This tomb entrance looks like a tunnel boring machine."

Cognition builds associations.

After Zhong Zemo said that, no one could still regard it as a tomb entrance.

There was a recessed opening in the center of the tunnel boring machine's entrance, and French Fries jumped up to glance at it.

"It's like the coin slot of a piggy bank."

Zhong Zemo burst out laughing.

"You guys, you're doing a perfectly good tomb exploration, and you're using tunnel boring machines and piggy banks all the time."

With her hands behind her head, she said, "I can't believe you said that. I wonder who first suggested tunnel boring machines. It's like we're some kind of civil engineers."

"We are now the spiritual heirs of Prime Minister Cao, so let's all be spirited and not embarrass ourselves!"

The square was completely empty, except for the side of the tunnel boring machine where there was a lot of rubble and dust.

Upon closer inspection, the French fries also noticed some marks on the wall next to the tunnel boring machine that might have been left by magic. These marks varied in depth and radiated outwards.

Apart from that, there were no other useful clues.

Regarding the tunnel boring machine tomb entrance that exuded an air of mystery, the jailer gave a concise overview.

"The only way is to kill!"

"Potato, give it two slashes to summon the tide, violently break down the door."

French Fries said, "Those tomb raiders probably died from violently breaking down the door; the marks left at the scene are proof of that."

Jiang Heyi said helplessly, "Without any hints or clues, we can only do this for now. Anyway, we won't die."

As the game progressed, everyone's teamwork was impeccable. When Jiang Heyi stacked up the Tidecaller's stacks, the entire team applied all the available buffs at once.

I'll blast you apart!

The tide emerged from behind Jiang Heyi, merged into the blade, condensed into a blue light, and slashed at the tunnel boring machine.

Abundant water elements overflowed, and a deep blue halo rippled, adorning the square like a shimmering deep sea.

The water elements, which should have burst forth with passion, failed to explode as expected. They seemed to be absorbed by some strange force, seeping into the tomb door at lightning speed and disappearing the moment they came into contact with it.

Even so, the damage was still astonishing. Water elements splashed along the slash, tearing apart the tunnel boring machine and leaving behind scratches that looked like those of a ferocious beast.

"So hard?" Everyone was surprised.

French Fries stared intently at the pebbles on the ground.

The vibration was felt, and the source of the vibration was located behind the tunnel boring machine.

The clunky sound of gears meshing echoed in the quiet space.

The coin slot expanded in a strange way—like a Minecraft player had smashed a ring of blocks.

The neighing of horses echoed through the thick walls, the clatter of hooves striking the ground with a sound that evoked images of a vast army.

A pale blue light burst forth from the enlarged coin slot.

He was engulfed in flames as he landed on the ground along with his warhorse.

Flames leaped from the gaps in the carved patterns on the deep black armor, and a ghostly roar seemed to come from within the eerie blue flames.

The lance in his hand was a full 3 meters long, and the heavy tip made a dull hum when it hit the ground.

The knight had no head, his right leg, which was gripping the horse's belly, was missing its foot, and his left hand was just a skeleton.

The mutilated body lay across the tomb entrance, as if backed by a vast army.

Jiang Heyi noticed something was wrong.

He landed heavily from a great height, but not a speck of dust was raised on the ground, nor were any hoofprints left.

“It has no physical form,” he said immediately. “Be careful!”

Speak, the headless horseman's charge begins.

At that very moment, flags fluttered behind him, and thousands of troops surged forth.

A uniform group of headless knights.

In the spacious square, they surged out from three corners, pouncing like wolves on the boundary between the real and virtual worlds at the center.

"Now I know why those guys were so scared!"

My cat got lost, so only one update today. After I finish writing this, I still need to help my mom find her... Please forgive me.

Chapter 308 The Dominator's Perverse Pleasures

In front of the Wind Pod City tavern, the candlelight and number ② meet again.

The second time in just one day.

As Chen Shaoyu said, she was deliberately making a fuss.

Unfortunately, after staring at him for a long time, she couldn't find even the slightest hint of impatience on his face.

To the side of the two, the projection of the [Twilight Vampire Tomb] was broadcasting a live walkthrough of the boundary between reality and illusion.

Having undergone the baptism of the Temple of the Clarity, ordinary dungeon monsters are no match for them.

Despite the Headless Horseman's inability to be killed and his ability to repeatedly resurrect, it's only a matter of time before the mechanics and techniques for dealing with him are figured out.

The projection was turned on by candlelight, and she had no intention of turning it off. Therefore, after the meeting, the two sides were strangely calm for a while, watching the actions of the people in the projection for quite some time.

"Did you imply that?"

"The wandering merchant will trigger dungeon events. In addition, the drops from wild monsters will also lead players to the tomb. Although these are extremely low-probability events, the use of Star Sand can increase the chance of triggering them."

"By the ironclad rule, the only information I can offer is that this copy is quite humorous."

The candlelight spoke so succinctly that it completely shut down the mouth of number ②.

Serial number ② instinctively retorted: "This can be called humor?"

"Dark humor is still humor. I'm sorry if you lack this understanding."

His speech was simply straightforward, but number ② always conveyed a sense of aggression.

The candlelight tapped on the table: "What are you planning to finalize this time?"

"The rules," said number ②, "are based on a comprehensive scoring system. Within a six-month time limit, the player with the highest score in the Chaos Tower world wins."

The candlelight was drawn back to the other person, who looked at him with slight surprise.

"Since none of us can participate, let's hand over the refereeing duties to Yuu-dew, who is left in the game by the master."

No. ② nods to indicate that he has no objection.

Neither of them spoke, their gazes fixed on the boundary between reality and illusion in the projection.

They finally discovered the correct way to kill the Headless Horseman.

The orange tea's summoning power easily purified these twisted spirits.

Knowing their weaknesses allows for a swift and decisive victory.

The jailer wiped the sweat from his brow: "So it takes purification magic to kill it completely. What a wicked thing, endless resurrection. I thought it was even more shameless than Gor'kron."

He still can't forget the legendary, durable king.

The others turned around and continued to ponder how to open the tomb door, while the jailer looked thoughtfully at the spot where the headless knight had vanished.

"What are you standing there for?" Orange Tea asked curiously.

"I have this feeling, like I'm summoning some little vengeful spirit here..."

As he spoke, the summoning action was already complete, and a ball of blue flame rose from the ground and hovered in mid-air.

Unlike the traditional summons of necromancers, this little vengeful spirit has more detailed facial features.

Why are you still riding a horse?

"Hey, hey, hey, look what I summoned!"

Realizing the necromancer's skills were surprisingly effective, the jailer hurriedly summoned everyone.

The headless knight, who was originally an enemy, has become a controllable entity.

The jailer sensed it and immediately asked, "You can speak, right?"

The headless knight paused, then answered in a low voice.

"Yes."

Now everyone guessed it: the necromancer is very useful in the current dungeon!

How do you open the tomb door?

"If you are willing to find our bodies after entering the tomb and burn them to ashes, I am willing to tell you everything I know."

After receiving a satisfactory answer, the Headless Horseman gave a reply that left everyone looking at each other in bewilderment and frowning.

"Invest a massive amount of magic crystals and gold coins?"

"Really? The tomb door has really become a piggy bank?"

The headless knight's deep voice suddenly rose in pitch as he angrily recounted a past event.

The headless knight who opposes the boundary between reality and illusion was originally a craftsman from the surrounding tribes and city-states.

One day, several eloquent and knowledgeable magicians offered them a generous reward and invited them to build a castle.

Although many artisans in the surrounding area hesitated, they still chose to take on the business after seeing the magicians pay such a generous deposit.

As far as he knew, the artisans recruited by this group of mages were spread throughout the entire continent of Devland.

The craftsmen initially thought it was a wonderful deal, but everything changed upon arrival at their destination.

The castle that was originally planned to be built was turned into an underground palace.

Listening to the magician's grand blueprints, the construction plans for the vast underground palace complex instilled fear in many craftsmen.

Many craftsmen offered to quit, but without exception, they were all killed.

The magician dragged the dead craftsman's body and threw it in front of the remaining craftsmen.

"Build it or die it."

With no other choice, all the craftsmen were forced to begin work.

At first, some craftsmen tried to escape, but soon they saw the escaped craftsmen return with lifeless eyes and work listlessly.

When everyone was resting late at night, they examined the craftsman's body and discovered that he had been dead for some time.

Panic kept the remaining people from making any rash moves.

Most of them were of low rank and were simply no match for hundreds of mages.

"Hundreds?"

Jiang Heyi was shocked.

The headless knight asserted, "Despite our low strength, our daily observations are accurate; they have at least 2 to 300 mages."

"Besides the magicians, there were about 5 to 600 civilians."

French Fries quickly asked, "Were you also captured?"

"No, they're in cahoots."