T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Centered on it, dark red blood plasma, foul-smelling and flowing from the cracks in the bricks and tiles, radiates outwards in strands, like the veins of plant roots.

The slurry seemed to possess a life of its own, joking and shrieking as it raced along every inch of the land, staining the central square with a putrid, scarlet hue.

The venue is being changed.

The moment the dark red viscous fluid touched the brick seams, the entire atrium emitted a groan as if its organs were convulsing.

The surface of the floor tiles developed skin-like wrinkles, and what seeped out between the tiles was no longer moss but fine fleshy buds.

The rotting fleshy fibers proliferated wildly with the surging mucus, transforming the stone floor into the constantly pulsating walls of a biological cavity.

The ground had long lost its cold, hard stone texture, and the creeping, scarlet, rotting flesh clung to the players' feet, secreting filamentous fluids.

Countless translucent blood vessels emerge from the humus layer, their walls rhythmically contracting and expanding.

The purplish-red "vines" hanging from the ceiling spewed out a foul-smelling, bloody, viscous liquid, which dripped and splattered, and blood gathered in the courtyard.

For a moment, Ling Wangque's brain went blank. His mouth was slightly open as he stared at the scene, which in a few breaths had become a living chamber.

And they were like parasites who had mistakenly entered a cavity?

The players on the front lines were equally shocked.

what is this?

What is this?

What the hell is this?!

"Attack! Eliminate that strange creature!" the King Sparrow commanded.

No matter how bizarre the posture or how strange the abilities, this is a game.

If the numbers are right, even a god will have to show their health bar!

"BOSS, it...self-destructed."

"what?"

Ling Wangque stared intently and saw that the evil thing that had changed the environment of the guild's stronghold was actually tearing itself apart and carrying itself away like a coffin by nine dragons in a self-destructive process.

The absurd scene made him wipe his eyes.

The spectators, including Kesha, were all puzzled by the boundary between reality and illusion on the field.

Just, that’s it?

The creature created through the blood sacrifice of 1500 people is a powerful Field Spell Card?

I hope the perverse humor from the Dominator Easter egg level doesn't continue here!

"Squeak, squeak~~~~"

"Squeak, squeak~~~~"

The wheels rolled over flesh with a tooth-grinding, sticky, squelching sound, followed by the stiff friction of the axle turning.

Eight creatures, resembling snakes or earthworms but with transparent, almost ethereal bodies, were enveloped in black mist and tightly connected to the chariots they carried behind them.

Fascia forms the axle, bones form the wheels, and flesh dissolves to form the frame.

A strange chariot, seemingly emerging from hell, features an open seating area in the center.

The woman, dressed in black with a black veil covering her face, sat gracefully atop the altar. Even without catching a glimpse of her divine countenance, she inexplicably evoked feelings of ambiguity within the figures.

The jailer couldn't help but exclaim, "So beautiful!"

Orange Tea asked in bewilderment, "You didn't even see her face."

"No need to look at her face, that graceful figure, that steady and composed demeanor as she sits on the vehicle, her aura is just amazing!" The jailer praised without reservation.

Jiang Heyi sensed that he had already made a plan to have someone draw the drawings.

Having already experienced the onslaught of the field magic cards that swept through the courtyard, a bloodthirsty, demonic chariot hurtles towards them, enough to make any player jump.

Without waiting for the King Sparrow's command, the players at the front could not suppress their impulse and cast spells from a distance.

A gradual magical bombardment swept over the chariot, while countless streams of magical light were kept at bay with a gentle wave of the woman's hand.

"72, 78, attack, attack!" King Sparrow located the battle group and issued the order.

If we don't understand the enemy's characteristics, we need to probe them.

The moment the two closest squads looked toward the tank, the woman whose face was veiled also noticed them through the veil.

In the spacious central plaza, the tanks emitted a deafening hum, like the whistles of ships.

Incredible! How could it possibly make such a sound?

At the same time as the sound was emitted, the tank moved to the sides of the two squads at an incredible speed.

"Movement" might not be the most accurate description; from God's perspective, she was practically teleporting.

The woman, dressed in black, unleashed dozens of tentacles from her body, piercing through all the members of the two squads with lightning speed.

It was as fast as lightning, giving no one time to react.

The shield was pierced, but the player's consciousness had not yet dissipated.

They watched helplessly as their flesh and blood gradually withered and shrank.

"Gulu~"

"Gulu~~~"

Along the tentacles, flesh and blood flowed into the woman's body like a delicious beverage.

"Xiba!"

The King Sparrow couldn't help but cry out.

Is this really the Anna worldview, the Proof of the Stars worldview? What exactly is this life form made of? Is it a necromancer creation?

"Attention, a suspected undead creation has appeared."

"Enchant everyone with both light and fire attributes, immediately!"

The tank instantly wiped out two squads, and once again roared deafeningly.

The heart-stopping ship's horn was the signal that an attack had begun.

It was another teleportation. This time, the woman, driving a blood-soaked chariot, suddenly appeared at the beginning of the passage leading from the bathhouse to the central square.

The reinforcements, who were gathering in the war zone, looked at the shadow that stood like a demon at the end of the passage and listened to the constant "crack" of flesh and bone being ground together, and their hearts trembled.

"Shield Guards, assemble! Stop its charge!"

The King Sparrow shouted, hoping that the group of people who entered later would react in time and stop the strange chariot.

The chariots roared, and some of the players, shield-bearers, charged forward, fearlessly meeting the twisted creation.

As the shield landed, a tremendous force suddenly wrapped around his waist.

Before they could react, only their souls remained in place, while their bodies, accompanied by pitiful screams, flew gracefully into the air, crashing against the hard, cold wall and blooming into vibrant flowers of blood.

The patterns attached to the wall grew densely, and thick, blood-red tubular objects protruded from both sides of the wall, lashing at the surrounding players like willow branches.

The powerful tentacles then directly targeted the warriors with vigorous blood and energy, dragging them away from the battlefield to feast on them.

Hatched by the Hydra Slime, this place has become a living hell.

One player was walking along when he suddenly missed a step, and by the time he realized what was happening, he was already out of the game.

From God's perspective, it's a clear view: a pit filled with molars, the sharp, lamprey-like teeth opening and closing intermittently, shattering the dreams of one player after another like a blender.

The entire process was extremely fast, taking less than a second. Players not only didn't feel the simulated tingling pain, but their consciousness also felt as if they had never entered the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, instantly returning to their hometown.

Some players engaged in fierce combat with humanoid figures that were merely flesh and blood, only to discover, on the verge of death, that they were actually attacking their own allies.

One player had crimson flowers blooming on his body, yelling "I can't stop!" before leaping and hitting his teammate.

It's a mess, everything is a mess.

King Sparrow knew that it was all the work of that strange chariot and that strange woman.

"Highest-level squads, assemble! Squads 99, 107, and 121, location: west passage of the central plaza. Why aren't you focusing all your efforts on killing that strange creation?!"

Squad 99's report came back immediately: "We're here... but she seems immortal!"

What does "immortality" mean?

“All injuries heal quickly.” The captain of Squad 99 swallowed hard. “It seems she can rapidly restore her health by killing units.”

Chapter 376 Guild Outpost? Guild Dungeon!

Battle groups built on sheer numbers are not particularly strong overall, and the site anomalies of the Flesh Furnace could take their lives at any moment.

Blood is nourishment; the hellish arena continuously replenishes the war machines and women fighting on their home turf.

The woman driving the flesh-and-blood chariot is fighting them with her back to the spring.

As if a demon god had descended upon the world, a woman flicked her sleeve, and black mist billowed, blinding players along the way.

Before I even opened my eyes, my flesh and blood were already rapidly draining away. When I came to my senses, I realized that I had two holes in my body.

Several squads risked their lives to fill the passageway, trying to stop the woman from wreaking havoc towards the bathhouse.

In vain, the woman carelessly discarded the shriveled corpses, drained of blood and flesh, onto the ground, leaving them to be crushed by the rolling wheels and reduced to ashes.

The King Sparrow realized the seriousness of the situation.

The stronghold at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds has unknowingly become a special game instance.

The central plaza, corroded by blood, became a distorted living hell.

The final boss relies on the terrain mechanics and overwhelming power to sweep across the battlefield—or perhaps sweep away hunger.

This living hell is a place where every part of the body greedily craves flesh and blood.

The cracked ground reveals molars, the sky hangs down and grabs giant blood vessels, the walls crack and spew out corrosive blood, and the slime mold buds reach out to bind the players.

Players who haven't yet entered the atrium are lucky; they won't have to witness the horrifying sights.

This space is absorbing them.

It wasn't killing, it was devouring.

An insatiable hunger thirstily and greedily sucked at the remaining bodies and spirits of each player.

Ling Wangque had always felt that the Guild Base Workshop setting of the Stars of Proof was not advantageous to the defending side.

Even with the blessing of protection, which grants immunity to invasion for 10 hours around the clock, the defender remains vulnerable for the remaining time.

They've set up a beacon to attract bloodthirsty gamers from all over the world, blatantly telling everyone, "Come and fight me."

The limit on the number of intruders within a given time period is merely a minor consolation.

Even with the defenders' increased strength, invading a guild stronghold is not enough to make up for the numerical disadvantage.

The world server launched smoothly without any guild stronghold disputes because most top players found it to be a waste of time and resources after trying it out.

While the output is plentiful, the maintenance costs are high and there's always the fear of shutting it down, so it's better not to do it.

Now, the King Sparrow has seen a wonderful design that eliminates the differences between the offensive and defensive sides.

A complete information blind spot.

Several elite squads, comprised of players nearing level 20, traversed the tentacled sea of ​​flesh and bacteria, cutting their way into the embrace of the flesh and blood chariot.

With their combined attack, they broke through the woman's defenses and plunged their weapons into her heart.

Countless props and magical bombardments bombarded the flesh-and-blood chariot, blasting this deformed monster into a bloody mess.

The previous order finally took effect, and the King Sparrow trembled with excitement.

"boom!"

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

His joy lasted less than a second before the flesh-and-blood chariot exploded, sending dark red fragments of flesh flying like the spikes of a rotten sea urchin, splattering the players with putrid juices.

A hissing sound of strong acid corroding metal filled the air.

Players were horrified to discover that their equipment durability was rapidly decreasing, which in turn began to corrode their shield value.

The dark green poisonous fog surged and spread, with fine fluorescent particles floating in it, creating ominous ripples in the air.