T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The fracture surface is torn, clearly caused by an external impact.

Jiang Heyi immediately looked around.

The valley is located between two mountain peaks, right in the V-shaped valley area, so it's normal for there to be a lot of snow, but this amount is just too much.

After sweeping away the surrounding snow, tree stumps broken by external forces came into view.

The four teams that followed suit quickly swept up even more tree stumps.

This place should have been a dense coniferous forest!

"Found it! Found it! This is the closest place to the scene of the incident!"

Jiang Heyi turned to look at the group of jubilant people, wishing he could slap them twice. Did they even realize what it meant to be so close to the scene of the incident?

"retreat."

The moment the orange tea tugged at the corner of the original-flavor fries, Jiang Heyi had already given the order.

Everyone quickly retreated from the valley, and in the next instant, snow fell from the sky like a tsunami.

Although they were a bunch of dim-witted fools, their long experience of living on the edge saved the lives of many of them.

In the instant the "tsunami" engulfed the valley, the vast majority of people retreated.

The entire group at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds slowly distanced themselves from this group.

"Can you sense their exact location?"

Orange Tea shook her head: "Unknown revelation, no response this time."

An adventurer, struggling to get up from the snow, hadn't even had time to climb out when a beam of white light descended from above and entered his body.

He desperately reached out, trying to struggle, and the line of blood on his forehead had already bloomed.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he turned into a cloud of blood mist and exploded in two.

Mint was startled.

She took out a dark, unremarkable bead that she always carried with her, and shuddered as she looked at the red, fluffy substance floating inside like rain and mist.

"Eighth... eighth rank."

Covered by a green snake-patterned mask, his flamboyant emerald green robe fluttered in the wind as he gracefully descended, hovering in mid-air, with faint magic array patterns visible behind him.

Just as Mint was about to tell the others, dozens of ghostly figures silently appeared around them.

According to their magical perception, they seemed to have arrived at this place in an instant.

"Mint, hurry up." Jiang Heyi began to take out the precious jade.

"That floating guy is an eighth-tier being!"

"Let me go! You can't handle an eighth-tier opponent! Run!"

"Wow~~"

Mint was forced to return home by Jiang Heyi.

Back at the guild, Mint rummaged through her belongings and took out a scroll that she had hidden in the guild before, ready to send it to the scene.

A group of puppets held her down.

"Garlic sprouts, red and white vegetables, cilantro, let me go! Your owner is in big trouble!"

"If I don't go, they'll all die!"

"I'm sorry, Lord Mint, but our master has instructed us that you are strictly forbidden from teleporting again in case of any unforeseen circumstances," Garlic Sprout comforted her. "Don't worry, our master will be fine."

"You soulless creatures, how could you know the meaning of life and death? Let go!"

Garlic Sprouts replied earnestly, "We know the owner will be fine, and we certainly don't want anything to happen to you."

Guarded by seven puppets, Mint had no choice but to lie on the ground and wail.

This is a massacre.

The number of adventurers was already inferior to those who suddenly appeared. As soon as the enemies wearing green snake-patterned masks engaged, several of them had their limbs severed and were rendered unable to fight.

Their attacks were fierce, and their teamwork was excellent. A single coordinated strike would take down one person, and their efficiency was astonishing.

Despite the seemingly small difference in rank, the adventurers were forced into retreat, unable to mount a resistance.

Is it that strong? It seems to be a formidable opponent comparable to the underground temple.

French Fries, fueled by a frenzy of bloodlust, charged forward with high spirits, slicing through a fireball that came crashing down from the sky, enjoying the elemental shields of the four primal beings and the blessing of the wind spirits as they rode through the flames.

The two green snake-patterned masks used [Magic Shaping] to condense blades.

"Oh!"

One person's arm was severed, another's mask shattered, blood splattered, and they were sent flying backward.

"Ok?"

Plain fries tilt their heads.

This seems... not as difficult as I thought.

They are far inferior to the puppets on the ninth floor of the underground temple.

There's more later, Zhang said, "Modo Modo."

Chapter 139 He's so bad, even worse than the Slime King

It wasn't just the illusion of plain fries; after successfully eating one person's kidney, the bed felt incredibly comfortable.

Their entrance was flashy, their average rank was 5 to 6, and the leader was an 8th-rank player who could easily kill adventurers. It seemed like dealing with these players who hadn't reached the level cap should be a piece of cake, but...

Jiang Heyi used magic to shape his own magic in response to magic, and the weapons that the three people had painstakingly conjured were shattered by a chain.

Before they could even react, Jiang Heyi, having switched to the Elemental Heart Dagger, swiftly slit their throats.

"That's it?"

It was surprisingly easy.

"You vicious necromancer!"

The adventurer's curses made Jiang Heyi turn around.

But then the jailer saw him manipulating the corpses of several adventurers who had just died, getting up to fight again.

"Hey, I just saved you, don't you know how to repay kindness? If I hadn't manipulated your girlfriend's corpse to block that blow, you would already be in the arms of the undead." The jailer said irritably.

"Give her back to me."

The jailer sighed, "Giving you back is just giving you a corpse anyway. How about this, I have a good idea."

A zombie suddenly appeared from behind the adventurer and bit off his neck.

The jailer skillfully transformed the adventurer and breathed a sigh of relief: "Now it's perfect, you and your girlfriend are together forever, perfect."

"Look at you, you can't even say thank you, you're so rude."

"Are there any acquaintances or relatives among you who are with them? I can help them reunite."

In previous discussions, it was determined that the story world bubble did not need to adhere to the "immersion" rule and could be done however it wanted. The jailer brother began to let loose.

Of course, doing so would obviously cause subtle changes in how things develop. For example, some adventurers might give up fighting the Green Serpent Mask and instead fight the jailer.

"Holy crap, they actually drop materials."

The jailer was surprised to find something good in a zombie's backpack, and it was even purple.

Everyone at the boundary between the virtual and the real looked over, their eyes gradually hardening as they gazed at the purple light in the jailer's hand.

"Why did you do this? We could have fought side by side!"

The cat-eared woman, who had spoken with them earlier, looked terrified after her shield was shattered by a single blow from the plain fries.

"Killing you will also give me experience points, and I'm really short on experience."

After saying that, he stabbed the fries through the heart.

"It's okay, dizziness is normal, it'll be fine in a bit."

The man in the green snakeskin mask was stunned. What kind of people are these? They suddenly killed the person fighting alongside them in the middle of the fight. What lunatics?

Aside from a seemingly foolish girl, everyone else at the boundary between reality and illusion fought several enemies simultaneously without being at a disadvantage. This performance caused the only eighth-ranked person present to have a gloomy expression behind his mask.

Someone magically sculpts and performs all sorts of martial arts.

Some people died without a complete corpse beneath their shields.

Someone was manipulating six zombies to devour living beings like wolves and tigers.

Some, caught up in the heat of battle, would hold a knife in their right hand and grab the corpses of the fallen with their left, using them as weapons to hurl them around.

……

enough!

Vines burst forth from beneath the snow, gushing forth like a spring, and coiled up the walking corpses.

He wants to first crush the most evil thing here.

The vines contracted forcefully, causing the zombie's fragile flesh to burst open. With a heavy slam, it fell silent.

A few seconds later, the corpse, stripped of its flesh and blood by the vines and left only as bones, rose up again, with blazing blue flames burning in its two empty eye sockets.

"Is this guy really an eighth-tier player? He doesn't seem that great."

It doesn't feel as good as one King Slime...

Following the spellcasting path of the vines, the jailer knew he was being targeted, but he felt no sense of crisis. Instead, he shouted in bewilderment, asking the others in the chaotic battle.

The next second, the ground beneath his feet collapsed, and countless vines emerged like tentacles, grabbing his legs and dragging him downwards.

The elemental fusion torrent of the four proto-principles, like a scalpel, precisely cuts through the vines.

An elemental shield landed precisely, blocking a beam of white light shot out by the eighth-tier mage.

The wind spirit of Orange Tea came to the jailer's side and dragged him away from the tentacle-like abyss.

"It's definitely not as good as a single Slime King. If this were on the fourth floor, I would die instantly after eating it. And this is supposed to be an eighth-level mage? The difference in performance is too great."

There are also differences even among the eighth tier.

The jailer's words enraged the magician. With a whistle, the masked men who were still fighting with the others broke free and returned to his side.

A magic circle appeared out of thin air above everyone's heads, and thick, dark plant roots extended out densely, like tentacles, covering the sky and the sun.

"Arrogant and ignorant fools, you have successfully angered me. Now, feel the majesty of an eighth-rank!"

Some of the surviving adventurers screamed in terror. The moment their bodies were entangled by the vines, their magic rapidly drained from their bodies, and in the blink of an eye, they could no longer sustain the casting of spells.

Within the area enveloped by ritual magic, magical energy becomes scarce, and the space, enough to suffocate a magician, slowly closes, trapping everyone inside.

Ritual magic that takes shape in an instant—a truly remarkable technique.

Can……

The blade sculpted by Jiang Heyi, the "backwater" of French fries, and the fusion torrent of the four primal entities—the three forces erupted with a roar, striking at a single point. The prison created by the ritual magic shattered in response, and countless vines vanished into nothingness.

He has the expressiveness, but his strength is still far behind that of the Slime King.

Their bodies bore white scratches from the vines striking their armor. In the underground temple, a single blow from the guardian could shatter their armor, requiring meticulous repair.

But even the powerful ritual magic of this eighth-tier being was nothing special.

They would definitely die if they took all the damage, but their equipment gave them the ability to take a portion of the damage without consequence.

"Turns out we're pretty strong."

I only realized the value of orange tea later.

"I thought the weapons and armor I've acquired lately weren't good enough, but it turns out they're only not good enough for the Temple of the Clarity?" The woman in bed re-examined her set of armor.

Upon entering the game, they immediately challenged high-difficulty dungeons in the mid-to-late game, failing to progress at a normal pace. They were repeatedly beaten down in these challenging dungeons, and lacked even a basic understanding of their own growth and current strength, especially given the blurring of the lines between reality and illusion.

The object that they usually regard as paper armor, which led Zhong Zemo to propose the "armor is useless" theory, is actually quite reliable.

The original flavor fries said, "I feel that there is still a gap even at level eight. He is really weak."

Jiang Heyi wondered, "Could it be a problem with the different maps? The magic theories and research on this continent are behind those on the continent where the Clarity Ones live, so the difference between the eighth rank seems a bit obvious?"