T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

It doesn't matter; there's no intention to wage a protracted war at the boundary between the virtual and the real.

Come again!

While they were away from the guild, Peppermint Mom managed to make only two bottles of her latest masterpiece.

The Radiant Soul of the Weapon

After consumption, it greatly enhances the weapon's blessing effect in a short period of time.

The upgrade needed for the fries goes without saying; it's the [Raging Lion] sword.

The longsword that once accompanied the legendary Emperor Kurien of the Ana Empire throughout Ana in his youth now let out a deafening roar.

Since Kurien sealed it in the warehouse, it had not seen the light of day for decades, and it had long forgotten the taste of battle.

Even when it reached French fries, it still failed to regain its former glory.

At this moment, numerous benefits converge upon him, and his former glory reappears.

Without needing a blessing to take effect, a majestic golden lion strode out from behind the fries.

Its entire body is covered in scars, telling the story of its glorious and unparalleled achievements.

Nafiel had already pinpointed the boundary between reality and illusion. She raised her hands, and ghostly flames swirled around her.

A sudden gust of cold wind arose, and another necromancer, hidden in the shadows and whose location was unknown, was also making his move.

The arrow has to be fired when it is on the string.

French Fries leaped up, sword in hand, and the bed sped up to follow.

She wasn't involved in the attack on Nafiel; her purpose was...

"Ow!"

Suddenly appearing skeletons and zombies pounced, but the lithe lithe dodged them all with a deft maneuver, then lightly kicked a ball of light in mid-air, shattering the necromancer's plan to cover Nafiel.

With the cover of a wingman, the operation was a great success.

"Bed!"

The jailer shouted, and two zombies were summoned in front of her.

Before it even landed, the blanket suddenly exerted force in its waist, turned on one foot, and flew up to deliver another kick.

The summoned zombie, which had not yet landed, was sent flying like a cannonball, heading straight for Nafiel.

The other zombie was grabbed by the neck by the blanket and hurled away in a single lunge.

One after the other, two dark figures broke through the air and arrived. Nafiel, whose brain had been severely damaged by mental magic and was in a daze, instinctively raised his head.

Seeing that the fries were still some distance away, she suddenly waved her hand, shattering the zombies.

The jailer chuckled.

"fry!"

A putrid mist enveloped Nafiel, and an unsettling feeling washed over him.

The fries, which Nafiel estimated would take a few more seconds to reach, arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

With a swing of the longsword, the shadow of an angry lion appeared.

The longsword emitted a dark white light, and purplish-blue lightning flickered between the angry lion's claws.

One man and one lion, in the blink of an eye, a double strike.

Nafiel's expression froze in terror.

Two seconds later, a chilling aura erupted from her body, and the dazzling light emanating from her body forced back the necromancer who rushed out of the darkness, causing him to retreat hastily.

Nafiel finally uttered his first sound after seeing the boundary between reality and illusion.

"you……"

"how come……"

"Ahhhh!"

The piercing screams subsided after a violent explosion.

Nafiel's body was torn to pieces, and her blood stained the bookshelves and books that she had not yet burned.

Her head rolled and rolled until it fell into the sea of ​​fire.

His unwilling eyes remained open, still fixed on the fries.

"You...you people, how could you...do this..."

Before he could finish a complete sentence, Nafiel died.

The powerful eighth-tier mental magic master of the Eternal Night Church was killed by French Fries with a single sword strike.

It wasn't time to celebrate yet. The attention of everyone at the boundary between the real and the virtual immediately turned to the necromancer who was wearing a hood and floating in mid-air not far away.

His face was deathly pale; he had not yet recovered from the shock of Nafiel's sudden death.

"Who...who exactly are you people?"

"Us?" Fries stood with his sword drawn. "Just a bunch of lousy video game players."

Chapter 229 We must treat the life box like a football!

"Your friend, the enamel mug, is now online."

Chen Shaoyu sent an invitation, and the other party accepted it immediately.

Enameled mug, default race is human.

The figure and face seem to have been pre-designed, without much effort or effort put into them, making them very mainstream.

Its level is only a pitiful 2.

Nearly half a year has passed in the game since the release of the Stars of Proof.

With most of the first batch of players now at level 10 for job advancement, very few are still below level 5.

After a moment of dizziness, the enamel cup rang in its ears with the shouts of someone fighting fiercely, the muffled booms of explosions, and the clanging of metal striking a hard object.

He opened his eyes.

Below is a burning wooden building structure, bookshelves everywhere, and books burning fiercely.

The mysterious runic structure constructed by magic is still in operation, and the levitation magic circle causes the bookshelves to rise in a regular pattern around the huge load-bearing pillars in the center of the Clear Ones' Grand Archives.

The ignited flame was thus spread to various sacred sites, symbolizing a continent's treasure trove of knowledge.

The enamel mug was unaware of the background story here, but the visual impact that suddenly flooded his mind sent shivers down his spine.

You can smell the thick smoke and the pungent odor of the smoke.

You can feel the intense heat burning your skin.

You can hear the crackling and popping sounds of burning wood right next to your ears.

His body began to tense up; a crisis was looming, and the body's instinctive reaction made him excited.

Upon catching a glimpse of the candlelight and Chen Shaoyu floating in the sky ahead, the enamel mug calmed down and floated forward without any instruction—knowledge seemed to have been unlocked for him the moment he entered the game.

Their location is the best vantage point for watching the game.

At this moment, the core area of ​​the Great Archives of the Clarity has been burned into a white wasteland by the fire. The fire is being extinguished with elemental power, and the smoke and dust are being isolated.

At the boundary between the real and the virtual, seven people are struggling to shatter the spirits crawling out of the magic array beneath their feet and the charred corpses running out of the sea of ​​fire.

From God's perspective, the enemy at the boundary between reality and illusion is named the Ashbringer—Gorcalon.

Rank: 8

Practical assessment: 7.5

Gorcalon was killed on the spot by French Fries, who used up his last bit of strength in a combined attack with Jiang Heyi.

He died just one minute after Nafiel.

However, the copying did not end there.

Because Gor'kron is clearly classified as a Lich in the game.

The boundary between the real and the virtual is currently clashing with the spirits and zombies roaming throughout the entire Great Library.

Killing Gorcalon instead released his full form, allowing him to escape to a safe area and rule his army of evil spirits.

Chen Shaoyu is communicating with the candlelight.

"So, the main design concept of the dual bosses on the 10th floor is the berserk mechanism. No matter which one is killed first, it will trigger the berserk state of the other?"

“It’s not design,” Candlelight said. “It’s transportation.”

The boundary between reality and illusion below has dealt with the army of evil spirits and is beginning make temporary preparations to search for clues about Gorcalon's true form in the Life Box...

The division of labor was quite reasonable. During the preparation, instead of everyone taking a break at once, they took turns in groups of three, while a large, dark rat roamed outside.

Seeing that the conversation between the two had come to a temporary end, the battle also paused, and the enamel cup was inserted into the conversation.

"If possible, I would prefer to meet in person."

Candlelight turned around: "Since the start of the game, you've only logged in a handful of times, and your total game time is no more than 12 hours. Are you really resistant?"

"Your game blurs the boundaries between virtual and reality. If possible, I would prefer to retain the longing for and sense of wonder in reality."

"You are afraid."

"Shouldn't I be afraid? If there were a top scholar or scientist in the room when you performed those miracles, their worldview would probably collapse." The enamel mug continued, "Your existence is enough for us to reconstruct a set of understandings based on you."

He paused, then said, "The efforts put in by all parties to ensure the smooth implementation of the game and to quell the public's growing opinion and conspiracy theories are unprecedented, but this still cannot stop the curiosity of scientists. We are under tremendous pressure."

"Explain your purpose," Candlelight said, not wanting to continue the conversation.

"The World Championship might not be able to be held. What exactly happened?"

"literal meaning."

"Have you informed all the countries?"

"Exactly, everything remains the same until an emergency occurs."

The enamel mug stared directly at the candlelight, letting out a helpless sigh.

"I won't ask you what the unexpected situation was, I'll only ask you, what should the reward be?"

"If necessary, I will issue it in advance."

An ambiguous answer is better than no answer at all.

The prepared virtual-real boundary began to move, but this time, they did not focus on fighting, but instead began to put out fires.

They discovered that the Clear Ones' collection of books was not so easily destroyed by fire; because the magic array was still in operation, many valuable books were still protected in the sea of ​​fire.

Seeing this, Zhu Huo's lips curled into a smile.

It wasn't the unknown revelation from the orange tea, but rather the meticulous observation of the fries that allowed them to grasp the detailed settings of the 10th floor.

She glanced at the seedling next to the orange tea information board, which had now grown into a small tree.

Jiang Heyi and the French fries, on the other hand, were beginning to take on the outline of saplings.

Even though she had lost key memories of the mission, she was still genuinely excited.

That was a stirring etched deep within the soul.

The boundary between reality and illusion is much closer than imagined.

The battle resumed, with Orange Tea and the Four Primals putting out fires from the rear, while the remaining five continued to fight the evil spirit army controlled by Gorcalon.

This time, it's no longer just about walking corpses and spirits.

A colossal creature, stitched together from flesh and blood and standing a full 3 meters tall, entered the battlefield with heavy, swaying steps.

Severed limbs, decaying, and charred remains were pieced together haphazardly to form a human silhouette.

Many of the creatures used as materials were not completely dead, and as they moved, the friction of their flesh caused them to let out pitiful howls from time to time.

Even the enamel mug, which prides itself on its unwavering will, couldn't help but feel nauseous and uncomfortable upon witnessing this extremely inhumane scene.

He imitated Chen Shaoyu, looking at the virtual spirits below, and discovered that most of the spirits had detailed personal introductions and birth and death dates.