T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

They had the outlines of humanoid beings, but no facial features; from a distance, they were just a dark, hazy mist.

"What is this stuff?"

Rest for a day

Returning to my hometown for the Chinese New Year, I unexpectedly encountered a lot of relatives tormenting me. The little boy was exceptionally talented, witty and quick-witted, and he persecuted the seal like a monster. Despite his best efforts, he could not defeat it.

A chance encounter with anime fans, the atmosphere was incredibly intense, they were playing "Spring Day Shadow" on the loudspeaker, constantly mentioning "Da Xiang," and flooding the family group chat with their stolen takeout emoji packs.

Even more so are the kings of second-generation games, such as Azur Lane, Azur Lane, Ming Dynasty, and Honkai Impact 3rd. The immortals are numerous and numerous, and all five poisons are present.

Even more incredible rubber experts are online, assembling rubber sets and unafraid to offer advice.

Sadly, my only victory was in resource acquisition.

Of course, please don't ask me what kind of resource it is.

Sigh, I'm really getting old... The concentration of young people is too high, I really can't beat them.

In short, I was no match for them and need to rest for a day.

Chapter 365 Snatching a Person from the King of Hell

No need for an enamel mug to greet me, Snow Water Fried Noodles is online on time today, following the schedule of guilds like the Boundary Between Reality and Illusion.

Seeing his old friend who was even more punctual than himself, the enamel mug couldn't help but ask, "Did you enjoy it?"

"Idleness is also idleness."

The snow water fried noodles stubbornly refused to admit it.

He is clearly a decisive and efficient person in real life, but he has a side that doesn't fit his image.

"Alright, you've convinced me. Since all our worries and concerns are insignificant and even laughable in the eyes of Candlelight and the people behind her, then we really have no other way to go but to get involved, enjoy it, and experience it."

The rules for the fifth level challenge are easy to understand, and the spectator experience, with its god-like perspective, is unparalleled.

Snow Water Fried Chicken reacted poorly to the first three waves of attacks.

In his view, neither the goblins nor the human infantry demonstrated a reasonable tactical arrangement.

What benefits does rushing in in a group, besides allowing large-scale destructive magic to reap the rewards?

He only nodded slightly when the heavy cavalry appeared.

Whether it was the heavy cavalry attacking in groups of several men from multiple directions, or the use of existing resources to quickly build fortifications at the boundary between reality and illusion, both demonstrated commendable strategic maneuvering and confrontation.

However, when it came to the airdrop mage, his brows furrowed again.

The enamel mug was surrounded by constant complaints.

After all, in the eyes of professionals, its tactics are no different from suicide.

"Operation Market Garden is nothing special."

The enamel mug advised, "Calm down, calm down. Wouldn't it be better if the enemy were a little weaker? What's important is being able to cross the boundary between reality and illusion."

"The game is too difficult, and the enemies are incredibly intelligent. It's nerve-wracking to watch."

Xue Shui Chao Mian paused slightly, then nodded slowly.

"Putting myself in the boundary between reality and illusion, I really hope the opposing commander comes to Market Garden more often, squats on the ground eating dumplings, it smells delicious."

Snow water fried noodles witnessed the Flying Dragon's offensive for the first time.

More than ten flying dragons huddled together, spewing dragon fire, sweeping across the land like a plow, turning the forest as far as the eye could see into a fiery red, burning fiercely.

He instinctively considered whether carrier-based missiles could bring these giants down—assuming, of course, that the other side wouldn't use any underhanded tactics.

After some thought, he felt that as long as the opponent was still made of flesh and blood and did not start with zero frames, it would not be difficult to kill him by relying on the pinnacle of human skill.

He could hardly stop himself from thinking about similar things.

The materials in the game Proof of the Stars are derived from their experiences. The vast material library likely includes many civilizations they encountered along the way, and may even be adapted from stories passed down in their homelands.

To the players, this is virtual.

To all those in the know, everything they saw was the reality and everyday life of another world.

“You told me before that some countries secretly conduct drills using candlelight as a hypothetical enemy.”

Snow Water Fried Noodles nodded: "There's more than one. The hypothetical enemy isn't limited to candlelight. Data on special units that appear in the game have been extracted for use as hypothetical enemies."

Given the level of magic displayed in the Anna world, even if the five players who can afford to eat at the card table cooperated, sweeping them would not be a problem.

The siren is more troublesome, but that's about it.

Based on information obtained from the game, it is known that the siren's long-range attack magic is basically constructed through rituals, requiring time and materials.

But they don't need it.

The demons are also troublesome, but long-range attacks should be able to evade the terrifying mental pollution and deliver a surgically precise decapitation.

However, when it comes to the lives of the higher-ups in the Temple of the Clarity, the existing means of attack become ineffective, such as against the Great Lich Gor'kron.

Their weaponry can obliterate physical life forms, but they are helpless against flexible, energy-based life forms.

Whatever you talk about, that's what comes to mind.

The black mist that emerged from the shadows following the blankets was not a physical entity; it resembled a person but was not, and its movement was eerie, with a mixture of liquid and gaseous states.

Dark green light spots flickered at the center of the fog, like the blinking compound eyes of some creature.

Suddenly pulled out of the shadows, they dissipated like mist, seeped into the ground, and vanished without a trace.

"They're everywhere in the shadows!" the woman in bed emphasized, her forehead damp with sweat. "Countless!"

Just as I was hiding, I was surrounded by murmurs from inside the blankets.

Looking around, the green spots of light shimmered, as if I had fallen into an insect nest about to hatch, with insect eggs sticking to the ground.

A nightmarish experience.

Everyone's gaze fell on the gray ground, clouded by the overcast sky.

The burning forest cast long, slender, leaping shadows, twisting and crooked, like tentacles extending towards the mother tree.

The barely perceptible, violent tremor caused Jiang Heyi's eyes to narrow slightly.

"coming!"

Anticipating the attack, Jiang Heyi used himself as the center to unleash a ring of water with a powerful surge.

With an elegant and precise press, the visitor in the shadows was squeezed and slapped away into the distance by a high-pressure water jet as soon as he emerged from the shadows.

While not highly lethal, it creates a safe zone and reaction time at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

Zhong Zemo was the only exception; he always maintained a pioneering stance and stood at the forefront of everyone else.

Stepping onto a swaying shadow, the visitor in the darkness leaped up like a piranha that had smelled blood.

A cold glint flashed, and the wind howled fiercely beside Zhong Zemo's ears.

The clanging sound of the round shield colliding with the dagger lingered faintly.

He instinctively parried with his shield, and the shadow attack that leaped from the shadow beneath his feet was like a whirlwind, condensing into a single point before receding like a tidal wave.

Swift as the wind, moving forward and backward.

These eerie shadows displayed a quality as if they were a unified whole.

"They seem afraid to get too close to the mother tree?"

Orange Tea observed that shadows constantly lingered around, pushing back the boundary between reality and illusion, but they did not carry out the task of destroying the light green mother tree.

Jiang Heyi thought differently: "That's their strategy. By compressing our operational space, they create deployment space for the units refreshed in the 8th round."

The jailer summoned a vengeful spirit, attempting to slip into the shadows, but before he could even get close, he was riddled with stabs by the eerie mist emanating from the shadows.

Their attacks can damage not only physical objects, but also energy states.

No information was obtained.

"We can't drag this out. If they merge with the monsters that spawn in the 8th round, we'll be out of the game," said Fries.

"Cuttlefish, how badly are you hurt?"

Zhong Zemo glanced at the scratches on the magic-suppressing round shield: "One strike breaks the shield, two strikes cripple it, three strikes reopen it."

Time ticked by, and the countdown timer hovering above the field had only one and a half minutes left.

Jiang Heyi already had several preliminary countermeasures in mind; the only difference was whether or not to take a gamble.

The squid swapped out a large shield and used the Flawless Wall class trait to generate a shield to hold out for 3 seconds. With the elemental magic and blessing enhancements from the four Primals and Orange Tea, it should be able to extend the shield for another 3 to 4 seconds.

There was enough time to lure all the assassins from the shadows to the ground.

But Jiang Heyi couldn't figure out the number of shadows.

The shadow of the squid that just attacked was about 6 to 7 people?

If the number of people surges to more than 10, will he be able to escape unscathed, and will Cifu be able to hold on?

"No more saving, orange tea, activate your transformation!"

The Tea God clapped his hands lightly, and the phantom image of Sun Rain Gloria appeared.

She softly chanted the Golden Holy Word, and a golden river flowed around everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion, continuously drawing power into their bodies.

"Squid, get out of the way!"

The squid chuckled: "You know what, that's quite an apt description."

As he spoke, he stepped out of the circular area shaded by the light green mother tree and onto a cluster of leaping black shadows.

In the darkness, eerie black threads suddenly extended upwards, and dense tentacles resembling plant roots wrapped around his legs, spiraling upwards like a razor cutting through a squid.

The Lion King's Token, bestowed by Emperor Kurien, was instantly covered in white marks.

The character information panel, where the equipment durability bar instantly dropped from 98 to 0.

The soft, fluffy mist suddenly burst open, and dozens of dark figures separated from the whole, swimming lightly in the air like fish. After a few turns, they floated upwards, away from the boundary between reality and illusion.

Their mist cores, shimmering with a green glow, flickered incessantly, like a human heart pounding violently after strenuous exercise.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the daggers they held were actually palm knives derived from their hands.

Under the enhancement of the Golden Holy Word spell, the squid was left on the verge of death with just one strike, and all its equipment was destroyed.

"It looks like an ancient FPS game cheat, with packet manipulation and the ability to unleash a thousand attacks in an instant."

The jailer, as is his custom, would take action and then say a few words. To his surprise, he discovered that the mist was not under the control of the spirits.

I've never heard of energy-state life forms being exempt from this requirement.

Jiang Heyi once again used Water Circulation, a flashy but ineffective Tidecaller move that primarily focused on control.

As he watched the eerie shadows being slapped and pushed away into the distance, their forms in disarray, he shouted.

"The Four Primitives!"

"Roger that!"

Having accumulated power for a long time, the four primal entities received the command, and the fusion of light and fire elements shone like a flashlight directly onto the bodies of the shadows.

This is the ultimate weapon in tower defense games: fixed turrets that can wipe out everything!

The light orb that the jailer casually released restricted their angle of entry into the shadows, and that brief delay was enough for the four Primarchs to launch their attacks.

At the heart of the dazzling, merging torrent, the shadows dissipated like snowflakes.

"Chi~~~"

Before the jailer could even turn his head back, the magic in his hand had already taken shape, and he flung it out towards the direction from which the sound of something tearing through the air came from behind him.

At the same time, an elemental shield crossed the barrier and landed on Orange Tea; that was the work of the Four Primal Bodies.

Two shadows had somehow crept into the circular area of ​​the light green mother tree.

They didn't harm the mother tree; instead, they plunged the daggers into the orange tea plant, one after the other.

"You tea master, I'll kill you!"

The blanket cried out, activated its stealth ability, and pounced on one of them with lightning speed, grabbing it and rolling it away from Orange Tea.