T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Jiang Heyi could vaguely see the members of the Eternal Night Church casting magic in the distance, blasting their own people away...

In this situation, their desire to attack actually overcame their will to survive.

The fearlessness of the Clear Ones is most likely due to being manipulated by mental magic and having lost their individual consciousness.

The Church of Eternal Night's fearlessness is nothing more than a facade of madness.

"Born in eternal night, returned to eternal night, and descended into eternal night again!"

This seems to be a slogan with special significance within the church, and every church member who shouts this phrase is beaming with joy.

Although the butterfly race demi-human was strong, she could not withstand the overwhelming attack of dozens of people. After killing more than a dozen people in succession, the magic successfully tore her butterfly wings, making her unable to fly lightly among the crowd.

She landed awkwardly on the ground, and the Eternal Night Church, whose eyes had long been bloodshot, swarmed her with machetes, clubs and other weapons after being enchanted and blessed, chasing and slashing like madmen.

The magic released by the butterfly race demi-humans controlled another group of people, but then another group of fearless Eternal Night cultists approached.

Amidst slashing, axe-wielding, and magical bombardment, the butterfly race demi-humans were tossed about like kites with broken strings, battered and tumbled by various attacks.

Despite its tattered wings, the butterfly's body was incredibly resilient, and despite a barrage of attacks, it did not sustain any large-scale wounds.

"What legendary durability king?" The jailer couldn't hold back any longer.

Some people in the guild already had a slight narrowing of their eyes.

The black cat's puppet body seems to be just that difficult to deal with.

Relying on their numerical advantage, Yongye successively crippled several demi-humans who appeared to be dolls. Now, only one werewolf doll remains, charging through the crowd.

In this short period of time, hundreds of members of the Eternal Night Church rushed to provide support from all directions.

Given this group's complete lack of combat skills and their fighting style resembling a street brawl...

"These must be the civilians who joined the Church of Eternal Night after it swept across the continent of Devland," Jiang Heyi said.

"Ordinary people wouldn't go weak in the knees if they encountered magic?" The jailer was shocked. "In this worldview, the gap between ordinary people and magicians is huge."

"Wake up, doesn't the Church of Eternal Night look like a cult?" Original Fries hit the nail on the head.

The blanket reminded me: "Did you see the light on their bodies when they charged? They're fooling the civilians into thinking you've been blessed, invulnerable to bullets and blades. Go for it! Add some lines like 'If you die, you'll return to eternal night,' tsk tsk~~"

Orange Tea blinked: "This seems to be something Mint mentioned, a 'theory'?"

Mint once said that the possibility of an eighth-tier mage being defeated head-on by an ordinary person exists only in theory.

The theory is that countless ordinary people, undaunted by death, could not sustain the magic recovery speed and physical strength required to reach the eighth-tier magic level.

If you want to kill an eighth-tier mage, assassination is the most reliable option, since an eighth-tier mage is also made of flesh and blood.

On the continent of Ana, there was a warrior who, with the body of a mortal, caused the deaths of two eighth-tier mages, successfully making his name a taboo.

"Huh..." The blanket, nestled in the shadows at the front, widened its eyes. "How did I level up?"

She was just a little short of experience points to reach level 15.

I didn't even fight any monsters, so how can I gain experience...?

The group exchanged glances, then a smile crept onto their faces.

The Church of Eternal Night, the Clarifiers, and the mysteriously derived demi-human dolls that fight crickets—the experience points are actually awarded to the player.

The boundary between reality and illusion manifested itself, stepping onto the chaotic battlefield. Instantly, countless particles of light floated from the already fallen corpses and surged into everyone's bodies.

Is there such a good thing?

Go for it, you werewolf puppet big brother who only knows melee combat!

The werewolf, unable to hold on alone, fell, and along with the surrounding dead and wounded members of the Eternal Night Church, all their experiences returned to the boundary between reality and illusion.

In the later stages, upgrading became extremely difficult, but considering that the Church of Eternal Night had likely brought a large number of fanatical followers with them during their visit...

Upon noticing the Eternal Night cultists' presence, the jailer shouted a slogan.

"Heaven creates all things to nourish man, yet man has nothing to repay Heaven. Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The boundary between reality and illusion is blurred; there are no ordinary people in their eyes. After watching this group's performance, they only have one impression in their minds—cult madmen.

This kind of thing should be photographed.

Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, she unleashed her bloodlust, and the Eternal Night cultists beside her collapsed like wheat.

"Experience, it's all experience!"

The Night Cult's strategy of cutting through the battlefield and defeating the puppets one by one simply doesn't work at the boundary between reality and illusion.

Having experienced guild wars, they have accumulated experience in maintaining team battle formations.

With three damage dealers out there, Zhong Zemo was left to guard the base and protect the squishy heroes.

The jailer affectionately named this lineup "Unleash the Dogs".

Zhong Zemo suddenly saw a blue, diamond-shaped crystal rising from inside the bodies of the several demi-human dolls that had fallen to the ground.

They converged into a larger rhombus in mid-air, transforming into a streak of light that flew away into the distance.

There are still some tonight

Chapter 120: Summary of Micro-management Techniques for Orange Tea

panting.

The seven people at the boundary between reality and illusion were exhausted and out of breath.

After more than ten minutes of fighting, about two hundred corpses were left around the boundary between the real and the virtual, so densely packed that there was nowhere to stand.

"Damn it, a bunch of lunatics!"

The jailer was using his staff as a cane once again. He accidentally poked a corpse in the ground, and his hand slipped, causing him to fall to the ground.

It was even more exhausting than guild wars. The Church of Eternal Night and the Clear Ones they controlled surged forward relentlessly, and the mages' attacks didn't even bother to avoid friendly forces. After a short while, everyone's calm minds were reduced to nothing more than "kill, kill, kill."

If Zhong Zemo hadn't raised his shield to block the French fries' attack, she would have almost killed the orange tea as well.

"The Lord of Eternal Night will surely descend!" This slogan robbed the Eternal Night cultists of their fear of death. Facing the magic, stepping over the corpses of their fallen comrades, they grinned and revealed heartfelt "brilliant" smiles as they charged forward one after another.

Original Fries is known for her composure, but looking around, everyone rushing towards her had a strange smile on their face. The deepest fear in her heart was instantly awakened, and she was so frightened that she took several seconds to recover.

The jailer successfully showed off his skills. Due to the large number of corpses, he controlled up to five zombies at once. If an unknown area-of-effect attack hadn't shattered his horde, the jailer's shepherd game could have continued for a while longer.

This is the first time I've ever run out of weapon durability from hacking at someone. Luckily, I had quite a few portable repair kits from the lottery.

"How many people do you think are on the ninth floor?" Beiwo asked while repairing the dagger.

Zhong Zemo guessed, "If 200 people can emerge from such a dilapidated place, the number might exceed 10,000 if we add the Eternal Night and the Clear Ones."

"Does this mean we have to kill them all to get to the next level?" The bed was startled. "The Slime King said that not a single one would be spared in the Eternal Night."

Uh...you know what I mean.

The first few levels are all guards with mechanical abilities, so it's quite possible that the elements for clearing this level will be designed to be mowing down enemies.

"The mobs don't drop any materials, only experience," the jailer clicked his tongue.

"Experience is enough."

The original flavor fries were very satisfying. Although there were so many Eternal Night Cultists that it was exhausting to deal with them, it was really fun to chop them up.

Having been in the game for so long, this is the first time I've ever experienced the wonderful feeling of mowing the grass.

If the Primal hadn't unleashed [Elemental Fusion Torrent], sweeping across a vast area like a ship-slaying blade, she could have played a little longer.

This skill, which wastes a lot of magic power, is used to clear out mobs, and has virtually no side effects; it's truly simple and useful.

During a break, Zhong Zemo described the strange phenomena that occurred after the demi-human doll was damaged.

Amazing! Could it be that besides the Church of Eternal Night, some other force has come to join in this grand event at the same time?

As the city center approached, the chaos intensified.

There wasn't a single normal, clear-minded person to be seen at the boundary between reality and illusion; they had all become puppets of the Church of Eternal Night, following its lead.

The battle taking place on the ninth floor is entirely related to those strange puppets.

King Slime was certain that the spatial magic of the entire temple had been affected and the teleportation channels were damaged.

However, at the boundary between reality and illusion, he witnessed a group of Eternal Night cultists wandering near the city suddenly having a crack open above their heads. A surge of magical power poured out from the crack, and the demi-human puppets fell to the ground. The two sides immediately engaged in a fierce battle.

I turned around in bed and found that this chaos was happening all over the ninth floor.

Although the Church of Eternal Night always manages to win due to its numerical advantage, its manpower is being dwindling with each defeat.

Meanwhile, the demi-human dolls are still entering the ninth floor at a refresh rate of once every hour.

They seem endless.

The battle ahead has been decided; on this battlefield, the demi-human puppets have emerged victorious in a sorry state.

Of the two remaining werewolves, one had been blinded and the other had lost his powerful right claw.

Seeing that they were no longer a threat, Jiang Heyi took the initiative to step forward.

The footsteps attracted the werewolves' attention. They stared menacingly at the sound, emitting low, menacing growls.

"I want to know where you come from, and why you invaded the temple and attacked the Church of Eternal Night?"

The werewolf did not answer, but its threatening "whooshing" sounds grew even more piercing.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, the two werewolves sprang into action, leaping into the air and extending their claws like arrows, aiming straight for Jiang Heyi.

Magic condensed in Jiang Heyi's hand, taking shape and transforming into a long sword.

With a flash of light, the werewolf, whose right hand had been severed, was cut in half at the waist.

【Magic Shaping】 plus 【Draw Sword Slash】.

After a period of exploration, Jiang Heyi has become familiar with the mysteries of magic shaping. He can switch between different weapons according to the situation and combine them with the skills of a martial artist to create ever-changing effects.

It has excellent effects on both game strategies and guild wars.

He can assert that this will be a compulsory course for every magic warrior.

After the werewolf who had lost both eyes landed, he still wanted to launch an attack, but the others at the boundary between reality and illusion were already in place.

Zhong Zemo's block caused him to lose his balance, and a shield strike left him dizzy. The crowd then swarmed him and pinned him down.

"Answer me, who exactly are you people?"

Sensing the unusual chaos on the ninth floor, Jiang Heyi knew he needed to obtain some useful information before the impending battle.

"Om~~~"

A continuous stream of magic surged into the werewolf doll's body, and a fist-sized spot of light suddenly appeared on his chest, as if it were about to burst out from under his skin.

"Get out of the way!"

Just as the boundary between reality and illusion was breached, the werewolf, who had been roaring angrily at the sky, exploded and died, its puppet-like body shattering into pieces and scattering across the ground.

The blurry, diamond-shaped light spots that Zhong Zemo had seen before floated into the air and flew away into the distance at an extremely fast speed.

Unable to communicate; forced communication will trigger the self-destruct program.

Everyone fell into deep thought.

This was the most tiring and exhausting dungeon he had ever played on the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, and he believed that players who reached the ninth floor would feel the same way.

They often have to fight enemies in the hundreds, and in the middle of the battle, a group of demi-human puppets with special skills may suddenly emerge from the space tunnel.

Most people would be cursing and yelling at the sight of so many monsters, but for those of us who live on the edge of reality…

They were in pain, yet they also found joy in it.

Original Fries continued her frenzied pursuit, killing people with unbridled energy, like a tireless war machine, loudly announcing the number of each kill with great vigor.

Thanks to this, as everyone knows, she has already killed 244 people since entering the ninth floor.

The more she killed, the more energetic she became. Although her physical strength was once exhausted, her tenacious willpower always allowed her to squeeze out the last bit of strength and accurately take away the enemies that appeared in front of her.

Jiang Heyi was happily testing his newly summarized insights on the enemy, observing the effects of [Magic Shaping] combined with any martial artist skill.

Zhong Zemo took the initiative to practice shield parrying with the werewolf puppet.

He adores werewolves; their attacks are wide-ranging and powerful, their shield parries are perfect, and he especially notices the fleeting surprise in the opponent's small eyes...

That's fantastic! That's exactly the kind of astonishment and disbelief he wanted to see.