T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

An unidentified viscous fluid leaked out of his body, filling the floor with a foul stench.

Strangely, as the burning continued, the stench gradually weakened until it became barely perceptible.

Having survived the ordeal, Nong Ya was filled with questions, not knowing what had happened.

As the adrenaline subsided, the excruciating pain in her left arm brought her back to reality.

Just as I was about to pick up my phone to call the police, another message popped up.

“Well done, Nongya.”

"Don't tell anyone, treat the wound on the spot."

"This concerns the boundary between reality and illusion, and I hope you can cooperate."

After hesitating for a long time, Nong Ya put down her phone.

"So you were hiding such a big secret?"

Chapter 519 Weaving Wind, You're So Idiot

Nongya extinguished the flames and carefully splashed water on the surrounding ground.

After doing all this, she was nearly exhausted and knelt down, covered in sweat.

I didn't feel anything when my adrenaline surged before, but now that the effects have worn off, all the fatigue and pain that I had been trying to suppress in my brain are rushing back.

The monster used its superhuman strength to drive glass and steel plates into its left arm and shoulder, which continued to tear open the wounds as it moved.

Nong Ya felt as if it were embedded in her bone.

She entered the bathroom, took off her clothes, and examined herself carefully before hesitating.

The correct course of action would have been to go to the hospital, but the unknown elements in the Qunxing APP only allowed her to handle it herself.

She gritted her teeth, carefully checked that the two conspicuous wounds had not reached any vital organs, grabbed a large bottle of alcohol, and took out the tweezers used to hold the cotton balls.

Take a deep breath, look in the mirror, and tremble.

The moment the tip of the tweezers touched the wound, the intense stinging pain made her vision go black for a moment.

The person in the mirror looked pale, and cold sweat dripped from their chin onto the sink.

She bit down hard on the towel, forcing herself to continue.

"Well--!"

The fragments separated from the body, and blood gushed out, though not in large quantities.

Nong Ya immediately poured the alcohol on it.

Her entire left arm was covered in wounds, and alcohol was flowing onto them. Nong Ya almost fainted in the bathroom.

It was absolutely the worst possible way to handle it, but since she couldn't go to the hospital, she could only temporarily deal with the fragments that were most affecting her mobility, and then find the bandages in the orange tea medical kit and wrap them tightly.

"Luckily, the monster is stupid."

Having survived the ordeal, she couldn't help but feel grateful.

If the monster were smarter, it would keep throwing shards of debris as projectiles, enough to kill itself a hundred times over.

Holola's chase with Weaving Wind's clone continues, and she is distracted twice by keeping an eye on Nongya's current situation.

Following the consciousness that lingered among the stars at the boundary between reality and illusion, she saw Nong Ya and her absurd way of treating her wounds.

Holola was sweating profusely.

The work left by Zhifeng was not particularly skillful; in fact, it could be described as extremely clumsy.

But it was definitely the most fatal variable of the night, something neither she nor Candlelight had anticipated, and with one in the game and the other in the Three Domes, they were unable to spare a moment to rescue each other.

The sleeping boundary between reality and illusion could be easily killed, let alone a magical creation, or even an adult.

Nong Ya became another variable that prevented the variable from becoming a fait accompli.

God knows why she suddenly rushed to the villa, especially in the middle of the night.

Holola became genuinely interested; once everything was over, she would have to ask Nongya about her thought process.

Nong Ya had no idea what she was about to face. She struggled to bandage her wounds and waited until the effects of the alcohol subsided slightly before walking out of the bathroom, her face pale.

She needs to replenish fluids and sugar; her brain, after strenuous exercise, is sending out distress signals due to a surge in adrenaline.

It's running out of energy, it's going to go on strike!

The night is long, and who knows what else might happen? She has to get through it.

Staggering around the kitchen, my phone suddenly rang.

She was like a startled rabbit, almost jumping up and smashing the oil bottle she had just found.

The caller ID is marked as Scarlet Music Box.

As soon as the call connected, the person on the other end couldn't help but ask, "Is this Nong Ya? Where are you right now?"

Nong Ya shuddered suddenly, looking somewhat guilty at the monster's remains not far away.

"What's wrong?" She didn't answer, wanting to see what was going on.

"The boundary between the virtual and real worlds hasn't been launched tonight. I remember being in Guangfu not long ago. Do you know what's going on?"

The boundary between reality and illusion is a celebrity game, and the game "Proof of the Stars" is a game that starts after falling asleep, so most people won't go AFK (away from keyboard).

At most, they logged in last night to fight monsters and burned through their energy; they log in tonight without fighting monsters and should just be considered sightseeing players.

This is probably the game with the lowest quit rate in history.

At a crucial juncture in the Tower of Trials, the top-ranked guild has completely disappeared and stopped logging in, sparking widespread discussion in the game and online communities.

He doesn't reply to private messages in chat groups.

In reality, the phone call won't go through.

As a close friend in real life, Music Box, who went online later, naturally received instructions from the other TOP4 members to find out what was going on.

Nong Ya slumped weakly into the chair.

Wow, she's really a handful!

If you're going to do something big, why not plug these loopholes beforehand?

You absolutely must make up a reason for not going online with your family, otherwise...

"If you can't get there in person, I'll consider calling the police."

That's it, this is exactly what Nongya was afraid of.

Calling the police will solve everything!

When the police entered, they saw the chaotic scene and the bizarre, deformed monster...

"Don't worry, I'll go to their base now and check things out."

Let's stall for an hour. As for the reason... we need to come up with a good one.

……

……

The boundary between reality and illusion is where heroic spirits gather in twos and threes for academic interaction.

Meanwhile, the main players are engaged in a fierce battle.

"Weaving Wind, do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?"

The unexpectedly appearing genius, Nong Ya, successfully countered Zhi Feng's deadly move.

The situation is now completely under the control of Candlelight and Holora.

Zhi Feng's face revealed a sinister expression.

She gritted her teeth: "It doesn't make sense! Why would anyone go to such a remote place at this time of day!"

"Luck, it's luck again!"

Candlelight said, "I really like a line of poetry in this world: 'When the time is right, heaven and earth lend their strength.' Everything indicates that the boundary between reality and illusion is the solution to the distant world of Anna. This is the intertwined destiny of two worlds. How could it be easily destroyed by a humble little insect?"

"I hate luck!"

"You can't only say you hate something when luck isn't on your side. Wasn't your birth also a matter of luck?"

"Stop using this sentence structure!"

"You can't only refuse to let others use this phrase when it makes you uncomfortable."

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

Chen Shaoyu witnessed firsthand what it means to drive someone crazy with a calm demeanor.

"It seems that Candlelight doesn't really need to be aggressive; she can be very powerful just by speaking properly."

"It just sounds a bit sarcastic... Who taught you that?"

The outline of the wind dissolved and twisted in the air, eventually transforming into a gray-white whirlwind with a diameter of over three meters.

Sensing her imposing presence, the candlelight itself was engulfed in flames.

Just as the two dazzling lights, one red and one gray, were about to collide, the spectators below let out a soft exclamation.

The gray light that Zhifeng had transformed into plummeted to the ground like a shooting star.

Target: Chen Shaoyu.

"Hey, don't move."

The rescue efforts at the boundary between reality and illusion were halted by the young mage and the shadow mage.

"What do you mean?"

The gentle and refined young man explained politely.

"We've made peace, but I can't stand by and watch you attack the Summoner yourself..."

Restoring his historical personality has its downsides. When he encounters an upright Heroic Spirit, his twisted personality can make you feel uncomfortable unexpectedly.

The moment they were blocked was enough for Zhi Feng to get close to Chen Shaoyu.

Just as the candlelight was burning itself out and overtaking the wind, she caught a glimpse of the lit panel.

"Oh!"

The fireball struck Zhifeng squarely in the chest, blasting her more than ten meters away before she crashed into the garden ground.

The candlelight cast Chen Shaoyu to the boundary between reality and illusion, prompting a moment of irrational commentary.

"Aren't you going to meet up with everyone?"

"You told me to stay put..."

The candlelight sighed helplessly, "Well, you're really obedient."

The figures of the heroic spirits began to fade.

Sensing their impending departure, the greatsword-wielding youth and the undead girl, locked in fierce combat, unleashed their ultimate techniques, their surging magical power distorting the surrounding space.

The fighting power of the Heroic Spirits is evident.

Unfortunately, restoring history means that they will not be easily used by the wind.

Goodbye, my good brother.

The ones chatting the most were Cuttlefish and his Minotaur buddy.

The two exchanged shield combat techniques and felt an instant connection, realizing they had known each other for a long time. In the boundary between reality and illusion, he was the only one who had received knowledge from a Heroic Spirit.

French Fries wondered, "They risked their lives to cancel the Heroic Spirit summoning, what are they planning to do now?"

"What?"

With disheveled hair, Zhifeng stood up from the deep pit.

"Of course, we'll replace you with a new batch of monsters capable of killing you!"

The countdown for the administrator's monster-spawning guide has ended.

Countless beams of light shimmered in the garden.