T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

It was a close call. The tea master, having escaped, saw the spot where he had been standing just a moment before. The wind blades brought by his scythe swept across, and the earth cracked open in response.

The wind blades spun, tearing at her body and leaving several bloody marks on her face and arms.

"Sigh~~~"

The blankets trembled violently, and she couldn't help but peek out from the shadows.

Looking down, I found that it was in the exact same position as the Tea Master's hand.

"It's synchronized." Jiang Heyi's eyes widened, and he immediately commanded, "Blanket, come closer and stay in our shadows!"

The jailer also shouted, "Tea God, prioritize defense! It's a double tragedy!"

The Tea God wanted to criticize the jailer's wording, but the Grim Reaper had disappeared again.

"clang!"

Before the bed, which was about to rejoin the main force, a tall figure shielded it from the dangerous edge of death.

Her sickle slid outwards toward her arm, but didn't slip from her hand.

A hint of ferocity flashed in Death's indifferent pale golden eyes.

The sickle tightly gripped in his right hand suddenly disappeared, and reappeared in his left hand.

A rapid slash.

"Dang~~"

"The same tricks, over and over again, what do you take me for!"

French fries, Jiang Heyi once again caught up with Death's movements, facing her tall back, choosing to start from her waist.

The red and blue colors complement each other, delivering a powerful blow to the waist and ribs.

The two said forcefully, "If you're not going all out now, who are you underestimating!"

Despite all that they've been through, they remain confident in their leading position within the game.

Challenging the dawn redwood is fraught with difficulties; with careful preparation, the success rate is at least 5%.

Even these two notoriously ruthless individuals dared not underestimate their offensive, responding with evasion and skillful counterattacks, thus showing them respect.

Death wore a cold, sour face that seemed to say everyone owed her money, radiating blatant contempt!

Not to mention the inability to tolerate the boundary between reality and illusion, even the players watching from the sidelines couldn't help but clench their fists.

In the words of the jailer, if this kind of character were in a visual novel game, no matter how unconventional the choices were, he would be the first character that players would want to try to romance.

Nothing more than wanting to fix that grumpy face and make it look like a normal person's.

Two swift and ruthless attacks in quick succession finally made Death turn his gaze away from the squid's nearly broken magic-suppressing round shield.

In just a short while, she swung her sword four times, her attack speed even surpassing that of a high-level Bloodlust Frenzy Fries.

A Death God with pure Strength stats?

Where's your necromancy?!

Furthermore, their physical structure was such that every strike caused blood to splatter. The two of them forcefully spun their weapons, churning their flesh and blood. With this kind of operation, no NPC in the game could withstand their attacks and survive.

Even a powerful flesh priestess, capable of endlessly devouring and regenerating, will still feign pain when injured, uttering a coquettish "It hurts!" to elicit some response.

Death remained completely silent.

"Dude, we've fought Death before, nothing's this outrageous."

"I've seen the video. Death is made of flesh and blood. Although he can reverse the process of death, his appearance is definitely not like this. It's too exaggerated. He's indestructible!"

The red line shifted, falling on Jiang Heyi and French Fries.

Like a roll call, the two immediately realized what was going to happen.

You absolutely cannot run away. Death's power and speed are astonishing; cowardice will only lead to certain death.

The sickle spun, creating a gust of wind.

Without hesitation, Jiang Heyi raised the Angry Lion, aimed at the scythe blade, and thrust it forward with force.

The blades clashed, sparks flying.

My hands felt numb, as if they weren't my own, during the moment of clashing knives.

The sudden pain and numbness caught the French fry off guard, causing it to loosen its grip.

The jailer was extremely anxious, but with Death at his fingertips, he couldn't use his strongest Corruption Nuclear Explosion.

The four primitives dared not easily set up artillery emplacements, fearing that the impact would affect their nearby comrades.

"Ok?"

Jiang Heyi looked up and caught a glimpse of the tower totem shimmering in the center of Death's palm.

The moment the blanket was stabbed into the waist and abdomen, the totem, which was thought to be an inanimate object, came to life.

The tower collapsed, shattering into pieces.

"No way."

Jiang Heyi gritted her teeth and glanced at Death's other hand.

"The Holy Grail filled with water, is this temperance?"

Nong Ya, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly realized what was going on.

No one in the community has yet encountered the three Tarot cards: Wheel of Fortune, The World, and Judgment.

This is the first time the Wheel of Fortune has appeared since data collection began, and there has been much speculation about her abilities.

It can now be confirmed.

The Wheel of Fortune's ability is to master a special ability of other Tarot cards and make it one's own.

"Death uses the Wheel of Fate as a substitute, and uses her power to strengthen itself."

"The Tower enhances strength, defense, and burst damage, while Temperance transforms Death's original powerful magic into pure power, further amplifying the Tower's characteristics."

"They're called Tarot Gemini, but with this combination, they can use four different powers at once!"

Other card combinations might be 1+1=3.

These two are 1+1=11.

At the same time, Jiang Heyi gritted his teeth and said the same conclusion in a more concise tone.

One player couldn't help but exclaim, "No wonder he chose the commentator himself, even though I don't understand the references, he really has a solid grasp of the situation."

"But how do we fight like this?"

"The combination is too overpowered. The Tower is maxed out in all three dimensions, and the Restraint is further stacked with attributes, making the Grim Reaper overpowered in every aspect even without magic."

The moment the mechanism of clarifying the boundary between reality and illusion was revealed, the clicking sound of gears turning appeared in the background orchestral music.

In an instant, Jiang Heyi seemed to see a cathedral assembled from skeletons and gears.

The more pressure Jiang Heyi was under, the more his hands hurt, to the point that he could no longer hold Mad Wolf.

Death glanced at the fries.

"Don't think about it!"

Jiang Heyi leaned slightly to the side, trying to stop the Grim Reaper's attempt to turn the tables.

Unexpectedly, Death was merely feinting; the scythe fell heavily, causing Jiang Heyi's knees to buckle and nearly bring him to his knees.

The skeletal platform beneath their feet shattered inch by inch, turning into bone dust.

He kept yelling "I'll stab you to death, I'll stab you to death" while lying in bed, repeatedly stabbing her.

The four primitives stepped forward, holding their staffs, and performed a demonstration of roasting an iceberg with fire in front of Death's face.

Even the Tea God called out the Big Pelican.

The pelican didn't hold back either. As long as there were fish, even the ancestor of the Origin Element could dig up the roots of the fish. What was Death compared to that?

Without saying a word, it opened its mouth wide and bit Death's arm, trying to make her let go.

"Add fish! Add fish!" the pelican shouted. "It's too tough, add fish!"

Just as Fries was about to forcibly pick up the weapon, Death gave a soft "humph".

A sound like a kitten snoring.

The next second, the scythe was raised and chopped down.

The two, whose senses were connected, were completely suppressed.

Zhi Feng clapped his hands and clicked his tongue, saying, "As trial examiners and puppets, we are all struggling against the knocking of death's double ghosts, let alone them?"

"Even if the data is modified, it's not something an ordinary person can easily come up with a solution for."

Chen Shaoyu swallowed hard, glancing nervously at the candlelight, trying to confirm the news's authenticity.

The candlelight nodded slightly: "It's true, I couldn't get through it back then either."

"Death and Fate, Priests and Worlds: these two combinations have always been known as a filter; it's not shameful to fail them."

"Then the boundary between reality and illusion wouldn't be..."

Zhifeng laughed and said, "After being lucky for so long, it's time for you to have some bad luck."

Candlelight glanced at Weaving Wind with amusement.

"No rush. Actually, there is a solution to the boundary between the real and the virtual, but it requires one of them to have a flash of inspiration."

Orange Tea swallowed hard and assumed the starting stance for summoning his avatar.

"No!" Jiang Heyi's face was flushed red, clearly nearing its limit. "This is Lian Zhan, using it here... is too early!"

The Tea God turned to look at the only ineffective damage dealer who was commanding the Death Stalkers to hack and slash at the God of Death.

"Hey jailer, you need to think of something!"

The jailer was wronged.

What can he do?

This is Death, a top-tier mage who has mastered necromancy. Even if she restrains herself and converts all her magic into power, her inherent resistance to necromancy can be seen from the moment the magic failed.

Even with advanced necromancy, one is powerless against an immunity aura; this is determined by the system's inherent limitations and mechanics.

Have you ever seen a household electrical system bring down a ground system with a 100,000-volt power supply?

A yellow-skinned mouse?

……

……

Wait a minute.

The jailer looked up and carefully examined Death's back, which was now exposed from the battle.

The elusive, doll-like swaying shadow of the Wheel of Fate was particularly dazzling.

"Yes!"

The jailer raised his hand toward death.

"Spirit control".

A beam of green light pierced straight into Death's spine.

"Wow, the jailer's gone berserk! Death clearly doesn't fall for your necromancy, what are you thinking!"

"People who live on the boundary between reality and illusion still say that in dire straits, you should look to the jailer. Isn't that just plain crazy?!"

"That prison guard is defying the heavens!"

Death's expression changed, and she leaned back slightly, raising her scythe as well.

Jiang Heyi felt much less pressured and quickly covered her almost broken wrist to break free.

This was the first time since the start of the war that they had seen such a clear emotion on Death's face.

She turned abruptly, and the sickle spun out of her hand.

The giant squid shield blocked the fatal blow for the jailer, and also allowed the threads in his hand to peel away the Wheel of Fate that was attached to the Grim Reaper's body!