T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

He instinctively buried his hands in his hair and covered his head with both hands.

Players have never had much understanding of the boundary between reality and illusion. They have accumulated too many amazing items and encounters since they started snowballing in the early stages of the game.

So many that it makes people jealous.

"Don't panic, don't panic, peripheral reserve units, fill the gaps immediately."

"All traps in the area from the bathhouse to the central plaza have been cleared, and there is no longer any danger."

"No matter what that dragon did, it's impossible to use the same methods repeatedly without paying a price."

He guessed correctly.

At the last moment before the explosion, Eleravie slipped into the portal that Ksha had opened for her and returned to the guild hall unharmed.

"Whew, whew... That was terrifying."

Enjoying the healing tide released by the guild statue, her wounds are healing rapidly.

Although she was the one who started the incident, Elera Vibenlong was also terrified.

It wasn't some 9th-tier magic, just a "ingenious use" of the Origin Elemental Set.

Having figured out the final forging node of the Origin Element Set and reached the elemental magic infusion stage, Elerave has completely mastered every step of what can be called world-class item crafting.

However... he was too excited, and his mind trembled slightly, causing the condensation of elemental energy he was trying to guide to fail.

The final mistake led to the most spectacular and thrilling elemental reaction since the creation of magical artifacts began.

"So, in the end, you still managed to blow up the furnace, didn't you?" Ksha sighed.

Elaine's breath hitched.

"Explosion, furnace explosion... You can't say that about forging. It's not entirely my fault either. Their intrusion disrupted my efforts to reverse the energy circuit... The intruders must be held responsible and compensate for the loss of the Origin Element!"

"And even if it's an explosion, it's a strategically significant, technically advanced furnace explosion. Look at the elemental mist that permeates this place, how beautiful it is. Could an ordinary craftsman create such a dangerous and powerful phenomenon by exploding a furnace?"

Mint's mouth was slightly open, and after a while, she murmured.

"Next time, I'll argue with potatoes like that too."

The battle was far from over, with waves of invaders filling the gaps left by the deaths and descending upon the guild stronghold once more.

Thanks to the dangerous elemental fog, the invading warbands all halted at the central plaza, waiting to regroup with their reinforcements.

Elaevi still knew shame; she patted her chest.

"I'm a ninth-tier dragon, watch me destroy them!"

Mint was stunned again; these words sounded like something a jailer would say.

I asked around, and sure enough, it was Elaeva and the jailer who taught it to her.

Off-screen, everyone was pointing and whispering about the prison guard, which made him raise his hands in surrender.

Finding that Ksha was not by her side, Mint searched for a while and finally found her next to the statue where the guild's collection was kept.

Kesha was holding a dark, rectangular wooden box, staring blankly into space.

[Flesh and blood in the box]

Special guild collectibles obtained at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

“Blood-based sustenance leads to the emergence of bizarre phenomena.”

Since the offering, it has never been successfully triggered even once.

Now, what was once a lump of flesh the size of a finger joint has grown into a python.

Its massive body extends from inside the box to the outside, slowly rotating around Ksha.

"Blood……"

"Blood……"

"Give me your blood..."

Kesha hesitated for two seconds, then cut his finger, letting the blood drip onto the dark red python's head.

The moment the blood touched him, Kesha shuddered violently, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

The giant python broke free of the black wooden box, transforming into an amorphous mass of flesh that writhed in front of Ksha.

"Ah~~~ My master, I am willing to serve you."

Chapter 375 Living Hell

For some inexplicable reason, life seemed to recognize its master, and Kshatriya instinctively stroked the submissive, bowed snake head.

Countless tangled blood vessels and nerves, like vines startled by the spring breeze, frantically clung to her wrist.

Deep red threads meandered, wrapped, and clung to her arm. In the blink of an eye, her arm, which was stroking the flesh and blood in the box, was enveloped by layers of patterns.

The people outside the screen were startled, and Mint, who was standing next to her, didn't hesitate for long and raised her hand to slap it down.

Beneath the black mist, the blood and flesh threads, like the meridians of the human body, receded like the tide.

The flesh and blood inside the box docilely and obediently transformed into a harmless slime, bouncing and jumping on the ground.

King Slime trembled for no apparent reason.

Just watching it freely mimic the forms of its own kind sent chills down her spine.

Why does such a sense of unease arise from the depths of my mind when we've only just met?

The mint's touch seemed to instill even greater awe in the flesh and blood within the box.

The sounds of the sticky, fleshy cricket pupae, echoing within my body, subsided.

The slime transformed into a kitten, circling around Ksha and Mint.

Amazingly, the one who recognized her master was Kesha, yet she rubbed vigorously against Mint's leg, her little eyes constantly scrutinizing her appearance, vividly displaying both respect and awe.

Kesha regained his composure and clenched it in his palm: "You said you were willing to serve me, so, can you kill all the intruders?"

“It won’t be easy, but it’s possible,” said the flesh and blood in the box. “For 1500 blood sacrifices, I will show the corresponding loyalty and strength.”

He agreed casually and without hesitation.

It's as casual as eating and drinking.

The flesh and blood in the box transformed once more into a massive, fleshy python, leaving a sticky trail of blood in the guild hall.

It suddenly stopped.

"Master, is there anything else you require?"

"Require?"

"How will you deal with the intruders?" The flesh inside the box flicked its tongue and tilted its head slightly.

Kesha blinked, somewhat surprised.

Custom orders are even possible?

"Complete the cleaning in the most efficient way."

Anxious about the guild's current situation, she urged them briefly and to the best of her ability.

"As ordered."

……

……

The team regrouped, and the King Sparrow gazed at the hundreds and thousands of players.

He had just been engrossed in sorting out information and coordinating the team, and the overwhelming amount of information left him overwhelmed.

At this moment, he calmed down and straightened his back.

With thousands of people at his command, he could mobilize personnel, issue orders, and command with great authority.

He had served in the military, but he was just a nobody under the conscription system.

Standing there, at this moment, for the first time in his life, Ling Wangque felt a sense of pride and arrogance, like a general, as he lightly tapped the table with his hand, waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

The player assisting with the scheduling sent him the data.

The central courtyard exploded, and 1920 players were forced to leave the game.

Besides those who died directly from the impact and had to leave the battlefield, many others were forced to leave due to damaged supplies and equipment.

The sinister dragon, and the poisonous fog left behind after the strange little sun in her hand exploded caused them heavy casualties.

The King Sparrow was well aware of the maximum number of people that could be invaded within a certain timeframe.

If they fail to make progress in the second round, then continuing to fight the boundary between the virtual and the real with only the remaining 1000 people is nothing short of wishful thinking.

The level is still too low.

If the average level is 20, the NPCs on the boundary between the virtual and real worlds won't be so arrogant.

Thinking of this, the King Sparrow couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The benefits promised by the official team for the Stars of Proof are something that no level 20 player would consider ignoring.

Aside from the profit-sharing benefits provided to the top players, the higher the level a player reaches in the tower climb, the more chances they have to spin the reward wheel, with prizes including generous cash rewards.

A simple and brutal way of throwing money around; wealth is a powerful motivator.

When the middleman approached Ling Wangque's team, who were on the fourth floor, he refused twice.

Only after the other party offered a dazzling price did he reassure his team and accept the big job.

High-level, high-ranking players don't get involved. They challenge others' fortresses with home-field advantage, going all out in one go, then waning in strength, and finally exhausting themselves.

As the king of the feathered sparrow closed his eyes, enjoying the cyber-smart thrill of commanding thousands of troops, an untimely commotion reached his ears.

Something went wrong with the team that spawned in the direction of the bathhouse. Three members of a newly spawned squad were seriously injured, and four died on the spot.

The King Sparrow asked, "What happened?"

"The players who entered the guild at the same time seemed to be from their country, and they immediately launched an attack upon seeing us."

In preparation for today's invasion, the entire warband deliberately changed their game time to avoid the peak hours when Chinese players were most concentrated and active.

This time of day, according to observation, is also the time with the fewest invading tourists, making it very convenient for them to occupy all invading opportunities, create a busy line, and block all possible reinforcements at the virtual and real boundaries.

This also makes reasonable use of the rules of the Proof of the Stars.

Unexpectedly, at this time, some players actually came to the boundary between the virtual and real worlds for sightseeing. When they realized something was wrong, they didn't leave but instead launched an attack on them.

Ling Wangque frowned slightly and waved his hand dismissively as if brushing away a fly: "Ignore these little incidents, speed up the formation, and assemble in the central courtyard."

This is just a drop in the ocean of effort; today's stronghold at the boundary between the real and virtual worlds will surely be breached!

Another uproar ensued.

The King Sparrow turned its head impatiently, glancing at the passageway leading from the central courtyard to the temple area.

In the shadows of the passage, a massive shadow slowly expanded, occupying every inch of the passage except for the semicircle above.

It strained forward, its towering head stretching forward eagerly, squeezing out of the narrow space ahead of its round body.

Even if you can't see its exact appearance, its struggling and writhing posture is enough to make onlookers laugh.

A fellow creature of the Frog-Headed Stitches, a heavy, clumsy creation?

When he was exposed to the light, the King Sparrow trembled.

The monstrous offspring of a Hydra and a Slime—that was his first thought upon witnessing it.

Its lower body is round, smooth, and translucent, just like the slimes players see in the wild at the beginning of the game.

Its upper body, a translucent dark red, was thinly draped in a layer of hazy moisture, making it impossible to see its interior clearly, as if looking through frosted glass.

The strange hydra slime showed no signs of attacking; it simply stretched its head taut, burying it into the ground like a steel cable securing an object.

Multiple snake heads extended from the slime's body, haphazardly straining in different directions as if tearing at the shared flesh and blood.

Shang Yang thought it wasn't a tribute, but a transcendence.

"What is it doing?"

The King Sparrow noticed something amiss.