T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Elsa answered honestly, "Self-taught."

"outstanding."

As soon as the praise ended, the other party immediately stopped the ceremony.

At this moment, Elsa also realized that this ritual was always two-way; the other party had the means and the ability to stop it.

Sweating profusely, she formulated guidelines for communicating with the "Voice from Another World".

There are two in total.

1. When communicating with the voice from another world, there must be 4 people present at the same time.

Main communicator: Elsa is the default, responsible for discussing only one question with the otherworldly voice, and the communication time shall not exceed one hourglass.

The co-communicator is responsible for temporarily taking over when the primary communicator experiences a major change, such as mental confusion, loss of consciousness, or exhaustion, and proactively interrupting the communication.

Mental Monitor: Constantly monitors the mental fluctuations caused by the summoning ritual itself.

Mental Detector No. 2: Must be outside the communication area, use remote magic circle to observe, and retain the authority to cut off the communication area magic circle.

2. If the otherworldly voice shows signs of interfering with ritual magic, and the interference is severe, spray an excessive amount of calming potion in the communication area to block the communicator's consciousness.

Fearful, yet curious.

Perhaps this is the nature of all intelligent life.

After two years of communication, the clarifiers did not obtain much useful information.

The Voice from Another World doesn't seem to intend to have much interaction with them.

Furthermore, the voices used to communicate with them kept changing.

Sometimes it is a steady and dignified female voice.

Sometimes it's a lazy male voice.

Sometimes it's a carefree and unconventional voice, sounding somewhat childlike.

Sometimes she exudes the air of a scholar, speaking with meticulous precision and rigor—a truly intellectual woman.

Or it could be someone who just sends meaningless, nonsensical messages like "Hello, hello, how are you?", wasting limited opportunities for communication.

What Elsa was certain of was that the people in this other world possessed a deeper understanding of magic than they did.

Because one of them mocked their underutilization of magic, a natural, clean, and pollution-free energy source.

They burst into laughter at the fact that the standard by which they measured individual strength was based on magic utilization rate and total magic power.

This was the only time during the exchange that the other party displayed obvious emotions.

Rather than saying his words disrespected the enlightened ones, it's more like... he was a sage returning from studying at the highest academy, encountering beginners still waving their staffs and chanting spells, and couldn't help but tease, "There are still people using staffs."

No one among the higher-ups of the Clarity faction can judge the other party's likes or dislikes.

But as this exchange came to an end, they made a swift decision to no longer allow any further exploration of the summoning ritual itself.

Elsa did not object to the decision.

The more she learned, the more uneasy she felt.

It was a sense of trepidation about the unknown, and unease at the vastness of the world beyond our own.

Any irresponsible overreach could bring catastrophic consequences to the world itself.

Those who are pure cannot become sinners.

More important than the knowledge one might gain from the other party is the fact that the world will remain the same tomorrow.

Following reason, Elsa stopped studying summoning magic after that.

This rationality only recently crumbled.

His companions were killed tragically, his loved ones disappeared without a trace, and countless teachers who had taught him fell dead in pools of blood, while the knowledge accumulated over thousands of years was burned fiercely.

Those who are clear-headed are in imminent danger!

Like a drowning person grasping at a straw, Elsa, facing the overwhelming and well-prepared Church of Eternal Night, chose to summon, her hopes of turning the tide slim.

She abandoned the minimum magical supply standard and used her own powerful magic to establish a strong and stable ritual channel.

Her voice echoed through the passageway, which had been silent for two years.

"Whoever it is, I'm begging for your help!"

no respond.

"I will pay the price of my life!"

The voices from another world reappear.

"State your purpose clearly."

"Slay all the invaders of the Church of Eternal Night, and use their blood to pay tribute to all my comrades who died with their eyes wide open!"

An oppressive silence descended.

Elsa sensed an extremely powerful will appear out of thin air, forcibly compressing the summoning ritual channel, causing it to weaken and shrink.

In an instant, the passage collapsed, and all sound fell silent.

She received no assistance, and the summoning ritual subsided.

The contract failed.

The boundary between reality and illusion is staring at each other.

This description is more detailed: the summoning channel has collapsed, the ritual no longer exists, so it is impossible for any so-called summoned creature to break through the world barrier and descend.

Jiang Heyi swallowed.

When Freya was asked why she wanted to be an enemy of the Church of Eternal Night, her answer was exactly the same as Elsa's promise.

Be nice.

The boundary between reality and illusion sent chills down everyone's spine.

So, in the end, you might have to fight an otherworldly visitor?

What level of enemy is this?

Elsa is a powerful figure close to level 9, and the invading Church of Eternal Night also has monsters of similar strength.

Freya and the Nest of Dolls, with their effortless ability to manipulate everyone, are definitely beyond their reach.

No wonder Elsa told them to escape. A monster of this level could break the summoning ritual and force its way in, and even break free from the ritual's constraints. It was already an existence beyond the norm.

Ordinary rules are probably like clay to them, easily molded and kneaded.

A faint crackling sound of electricity could be heard. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the magic stone above them, which had been like a blazing sun, gradually dimming. Elsa's voice emanating from it was fragmented.

"He...but...he's attacking the temple."

"run……"

"Run!"

Communications ceased abruptly.

Meanwhile, on Elsa's side, the Church of Eternal Night's offensive should have already begun.

"Something's not right. If Freya really is a visitor from another world, why doesn't she go to the 12th floor to help?" The jailer was baffled. "Isn't that just watching Elsa die?"

"Maybe they never intended to help seriously; they were just here for fun," Quadruple Entity guessed.

French fries offered another perspective.

"Why can't it be that the 12th floor already has other visitors from other worlds taking care of it, and doesn't need her?"

The surroundings became eerily quiet.

This is a top-tier dungeon that's well worth the price of admission! There's even a surprise at the end!

The boundary between reality and illusion has always been a point of heightened excitement the stronger the enemy becomes.

Without challenges, how can you feel a sense of accomplishment after completing a game?

Without difficulty, how can you leave other challengers behind and enjoy the exhilaration of standing alone atop the mountain, overlooking all the smaller peaks?

"Insect Mist, lead the way, lead the way, 11th floor, GOGOGO!" Zhong Zemo couldn't wait, "I want to see if the visitors from other worlds will be able to withstand the parry."

"You go, I go too, that's MYGO!"

Seriously? You can even get a joke from under the covers?

You two seem to be getting more and more skilled at throwing and catching.

Why are you just staring and not moving?

Everyone blinked, watching the insect mist's expression shift to OMO.

"The magic array detected that all three physical passages leading to the 11th floor have collapsed and are buried beyond repair."

"The spatial array is interfering, and the array cannot rebuild the channel node."

"It's no longer possible to get to the 11th floor using the normal method."

Jiang Heyi was shocked: "It can be that serious?"

French Fries asked, "What if we manually clear the collapsed area?"

“That’s possible… but the passage is very long and the entire route has collapsed and buried it. If we clear it bit by bit, it will probably take a very long time.”

The jailer curled his lip and said disdainfully, "It's only a fingernail's width on the map, not that long. Watch me summon free zombie laborers to move it."

"I really envy the jailer's brain being so smooth," the bed couldn't help but complain. "Take another look at the scale marked on the insect fog."

"Is 2 kilometers really that long?"

"Remove the word 'ma' and the whole thing collapses. Do you know how long it takes to repair a completely collapsed tunnel in modern times? Even if we have magic, we still have to be careful of secondary collapses. Just think how hard it was for us to reach the ninth floor."

The jailer shrank back: "Then what can we do... we can't just do nothing, can we?"

Jiang Heyi stroked his chin and pondered, "The designer clearly intended to prevent players from using brute force to reach the next level. Blindly moving things is definitely the worst approach."

"What else can we do but move?" the jailer complained. "Learn some magic tricks, transform into a blanket and crawl over?"

Everyone at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds stared intently at the prison guard.

This guy, though unintentional, actually provided an idea.

"You guys seem to have thought of something..." the jailer blinked, "But aren't you even going to complain about turning it into a bed?"

Chapter 244 The Perfect Potion for Pranks

The Shadow Stalker's professional specialization skill allows them to disappear into the shadows and move at high speed from their bed.

The spirit of the orange tea is ready.

"The skill's coverage is limited, so it can only give you a short-lived thrill."

Zhong Zemo patted the shoulder of the blanket.

"It's up to you now. Go through it, set the coordinates, and you're all done."

Standing in front of the collapsed, airtight tunnel, the bedding was ready.

She took a deep breath, vanished into the shadows like a ghost, and moved swiftly through the darkness.

On the shared map, everyone could clearly see the progress of the exploration of the bed. In no time, she had traversed a distance of nearly 700 meters.

It's feasible!

"Huh? Why did it suddenly stop?"

The rapidly moving blankets suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

On the map, she looked like she was drunk, swaying and starting to spin in circles.

French Fries frowned: "What's wrong?"

Before anyone could send a private message to inquire, the cursor on the quilt disappeared from the map.

The team information panel displayed a notification that she had been eliminated.

"what?"