T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"What a bunch of shady characters! They can't win a fight head-on, so they resort to underhanded tactics," the jailer gritted his teeth.

Jiang Heyi stared intently at the screen, suppressing his anger, and exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Trust Ksha and the NPCs in the guild stronghold first."

Chapter 374 Blood Food Supplies, Bizarre Appearance

The scene at the first-floor stronghold was extremely chaotic, with various spells intertwining in the form of light pollution, and the splashing sparks dazzlingly forming blurry halos that were blinding.

Multiplayer magic battles can't be aesthetically pleasing; what's common is a chaotic firework display, creating an atmosphere that's almost indistinguishable from the fireworks display area during the Spring Festival.

As Mint assessed the damage at the scene, she clenched her fist: "They came prepared!"

The previous defensive measures could only deal with careless people. With everyone having a shield magic to protect each other, it was equivalent to a mobile, automatically casting fortress. Unless mana was depleted, ordinary poison potions could hardly break through the defense.

Kesha also frowned.

During the last large-scale invasion, the enemy's combat skills were generally not high, and their strength was also visibly ordinary. Many of them panicked when faced with the creatures crawling out of the necromancer traps.

This time it's completely different.

Undead creations maintained by guilds burning materials often fail to unleash their full power before their very foundations are wiped out by combined magical attacks from the warband.

The bathhouse at the refresh location has collapsed, and the corridor leading to the first-floor atrium has been destroyed inch by inch by magic. The scorching waves of magical energy rumble forward, burning every undead creation that is loyal to the boundary between reality and illusion.

Its organizational capacity, combat effectiveness, and adaptability were fully demonstrated.

This was no small matter; the enemy had made thorough preparations to destroy the stronghold in one fell swoop.

The creations made from green and white materials can slow down the pace of players with an average level of nearly 20. The Siren Craftsmen from the Fallen Star Court did their best, but the opponents were not players in the tens or hundreds, and the sheer number of players disrupted the positive balance.

"What are you doing?" Seeing that Kesha was about to teleport off the field, Mint quickly stopped him, "Even with the strongest Word of Power, you can't save yourself from facing thousands of people at the same time!"

“We’re not going to die anyway, so we have to do something,” Ksha said firmly. “He said he trusts me.”

"Stop arguing, let me do it."

A sound boomed from afar.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time to look at the visitor coming from the teleportation channel.

……

……

【Phoenix King Sparrow】: "Attention everyone, attention everyone! The guild stronghold bathhouse dust-washing area has been cleared and destroyed. All buildings have been destroyed, and there are no more undead traps."

"The countermeasures for Necromancer traps are repeated. The countermeasures for Necromancer traps are repeated."

"Destroy all buildings and furnishings along the way, and indiscriminately attack every road and ceiling you are about to walk on."

After saying that, he took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

In the initial invasion phase, it was extremely laborious to shout at the top of one's lungs to spread the massive warbands as far as possible within the strongholds and to mobilize each meticulously categorized "serial number".

As soon as the battle begins, unexpected situations arise one after another, and as the battle group commander, one must analyze and fine-tune the situation at any time based on shared information.

This can no longer be regarded as a simple sand table military chess game simulation; it is a real command of a team of 2000 people to carry out a large-scale local war.

Half of the top guilds in the Kimchi community mobilized players who were not involved in the Tower World to participate in this major operation initiated by Yin Yang Realm.

Ling Wangque comes from one of the top guilds.

It's related to the previous grudge, but not entirely.

Ling Wangque was explicitly told that as long as the guild stronghold at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds could be destroyed, he could inexplicably make a fortune offline.

He directly utilizes real-world financial power, sparing no effort to deliver a surgical-like precision strike at the boundary between the virtual and the real; he doesn't believe it's merely to gain prominence in the Yin-Yang realm.

Although their guild is strong, I've never heard of anyone among them having connections that are all-powerful in real life. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been ridiculed by everyone and not even had anyone to help lock the thread.

Players who are not participating in the battle should continue to wait outside.

"In the event of mass casualties, replacements can be made at any time."

Progress is going very smoothly. The multi-guild warband is advancing steadily and is approaching the place where the Temple of the Clarity gave players their first small shock.

Refresh the atrium of the Froghead Stitches.

After the establishment of the base, this place could no longer be called the central courtyard, but rather an exceptionally spacious plaza.

The vanguard carefully trod through the sea of ​​flowers.

"Note that the frog-headed stitched monster at the boundary between reality and illusion has not yet appeared. Keep an eye on your surroundings; it may be lurking in a magical form."

Upon hearing this, the vanguard team quickly used their magic to sense their surroundings.

These are not newbies to the game; the days when players could be easily manipulated by the frog-headed Frankenstein's monster form transformation are long gone.

"normal."

"everything is normal."

"No abnormalities were found in the magic echo."

"There are no danger warnings for faith-based prayer skills."

The series of reports left the King Sparrow somewhat confused.

The Frog-Headed Stitched Monster... this should be a powerful weapon at the boundary between reality and illusion, how come...

"Dolls, Frankenstein's monsters, appearing in the passageway leading from the bathhouse."

"They're behind us!"

The King Sparrow paused for a second, then laughed disdainfully.

Is it not an ambush, but a surprise attack on the rear?

It doesn't feel like an NPC would make that judgment, after all, they've handed over the most important pass to them.

The outcome is obvious: the offline virtual-real boundary is issuing commands to NPCs within the stronghold through the app, attempting to delay the pace of progress through this means.

"Full speed through the central plaza and into the temple area!"

This is a stronghold on the boundary between the virtual and real worlds. If they switch roles, they will have the upper hand, since they are only here to cause destruction.

他看了一眼地图，继续下令：“102、87、55、61、77小队，各自于两条通道尽头阻挡人偶与蛙首缝合怪追击。

It's ridiculous how easily offense and defense can shift.

Before playing Proof of the Stars, King Sparrow was an outstanding commander in other MMO games, which was an important reason for his selection.

More than a decade of rich gaming experience, along with his personal accumulation outside of gaming, has given him a keen insight into the situation.

These immature and naive tactics are perfectly suited to the overly young team composition at the boundary between virtual and real worlds.

"Squad 77 reporting, the puppets... the puppets are self-destructing one after another, we... ah!!!"

A scream rang out, and then communication ceased.

Desperate, they even resorted to self-destruction...

Self-destruct?

The bird king's hand, which had been raised into the air, suddenly stopped.

The puppets located within the guild stronghold can be quickly restored using materials and deployed to the battlefield.

In critical situations, self-destruction is actually a cost-effective means of retaliation—as long as the stockpile is thick enough to withstand the burning.

Why don't they confront the enemy head-on and instead use the puppet squad to self-destruct and disrupt the offensive rhythm?

Detonating their weapons behind enemy lines was practically like herding them into...

The King Sparrow braced himself against the table, staring intently at the unusually spacious central plaza that was gradually drawing players in.

The portal opened in mid-air in the central plaza, and the turbulent magic created tangible ripples that spread in all directions.

The rhythmic, dangerous beat resonated like a great bell, striking the hearts of every player present.

A chaotic source of magic.

Simply approaching the portal stirred up the stable spatial magic like a howling storm, shattering the equipment of players directly below the portal and nearly causing them to explode and be eliminated.

The portal expanded at a visible speed, as if two giant hands were forcefully prying it apart from the sides of the frame.

Huge and bloated.

Like a mountain!

Between the red and black scales, dragon blood boiled and surged.

Every inch of flesh was steaming with a foul-smelling mist of hot blood.

"A giant, a giant dragon!"

"What's the panic? We knew there was a dragon here before we came!"

The King Sparrow roared to quell the army's anger, but his gaze was inevitably drawn to the spherical object between the dragon's claws, which resembled a sun projecting its prominences outwards.

The artificial light source on the dome was dimmed by her spreading her wings that blotted out the sky, while the orb of light in her hand shone brightly like an immortal sun.

Dark red light spots covered the sphere's entire surface, crackling and popping along with irregular tremors, transforming into visible ripples of energy that undulated and rippled...

It wasn't magic, but the aftershocks of the elements.

An elemental mage quickly reported this.

"I can't breathe! The orb of light in her hand contains all the power of the elements!"

The King Sparrow hurriedly questioned, "What do you mean by 'all elemental powers'? Explain yourself!"

The magicians present immediately turned their guns on Eleravie, unleashing a continuous stream of magic upon her.

Amidst the rain of light, Eleravie gripped the orb tightly, enduring the piercing pain that washed over her entire body. Even as her dragon scales crumbled and her dragon blood splattered, she remained unmoved.

Before the elemental mage could explain further, Elera opened her eyes, her gaze filled with indifference and disdain.

"We were just one step away from success, what a pity."

"but……"

"Little bugs, let's watch the fireworks! Ahahahahahahahaha!"

The battered and bruised Eleravia laughed maniacally, the dark red orb between her claws radiating red light from the inside out.

An unsettling beam of light leaked from the broken opening in the sphere, resembling a spinning disco ball.

The next second, the King Sparrow understood the elemental mage's meaning and also understood why the dragon only took the beatings without fighting back.

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

The ear-piercing blast reverberated into the ears of every player in the central plaza.

The game simulation was incredibly realistic, with intense tremors disrupting people's balance and coordination. Countless people frantically tried to stand up, only to stumble and fall to the ground, spinning around.

When I came to my senses, the metallic taste on my lips and the gradually graying vision signaled the death of my game character.

The finned king sparrow, which was remotely controlled from outside the arena, took more than ten seconds to receive the live information again.

Upon seeing the scene before him, his heart skipped a beat.

Arerave has vanished without a trace, replaced by a horrifying crater at the epicenter of the explosion and a growing death toll.

1322 people.

Most of the members of the battle group located in the central square were killed in action.

The few remaining were either the lucky ones who were a little slower and didn't have time to get close to the center of the battlefield, or ranged classes who were far away.

An explosion nearly destroyed the first wave of combat teams that entered the fray.

This is just the preliminary death toll.

A hazy purple mist filled the air, and players' shields were being corroded by the second.

Almost no one can withstand the purple mist for 5 seconds.

The death toll continues to soar!

The King Sparrow felt a chill run down its spine. What had that giant dragon done?

Ninth-tier magic?

A unique guild collection mechanism?