T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Joseph struggled and tried to escape, but an unknown force pressed down on the back of his head, slowly pushing him into the flames.

Seconds later, Joseph was lifeless.

The white bones surrounding it glowed with a pale blue light, then crumbled apart like fireflies, disappearing with the wind and snow.

The boundary between the real and virtual worlds left everyone stunned.

He actually bypassed the puppet that Kesha said could strangle an eighth-level mage and eliminated the controller.

The sharp aura had not dissipated, and the feeling of being watched permeated everyone at the boundary between the real and the virtual.

The evil spirits are watching them!

The intense sense of being watched stopped and settled on Kesha.

Got it!

"Did you participate in the massacre of the tribes in the snowy mountains?" Jiang Heyi asked hurriedly.

"No, I didn't. I just came to Cyon to eat, drink, and have a vacation." Ksha was more flustered than anyone else. "At most, I made an agreement with Narum to accompany Josel to various occasions and act as a deterrent!"

This woman from the Harmonious Sect doesn't seem to be lying, but it's a certainty that she's been targeted by evil spirits.

Wind and snow enveloped the boundary between reality and illusion, and the boundless darkness rapidly swallowed up the surrounding light sources, leaving only the four Primarchs and the illumination orbs released by the jailer.

The two orbs of light exerted all their strength to release bright light, but they could not pierce through the ever-approaching snow fog.

"Demon, if you believe I am an accomplice... then punish me!"

Ksha had read the local mythology and, based on the way the demon had just killed Joseph, deduced what was about to happen.

Everyone was confused about the boundary between reality and illusion.

Damn it, how can you talk like that?

The term "demon" is the name given by the Anar outsiders to the mythical being who is both righteous and evil, and it carries a distinctly derogatory connotation!

After Jiang Heyi's description, the boundary between the virtual and real worlds understood the "potential" of Kesha. Why would they play the game if they didn't save someone who was so likely to trigger the Siren Court plot?

No matter what kind of demon you are, you can't touch Ksha!

Kesha's face turned pale. The demon-suppressing puppet stopped spinning, but its magic power had not yet recovered. The demon easily used its strange power to pinch the demonic scales on her chest.

White frost spread from the demonic scales to his entire body, and he was about to turn into an ice sculpture.

"Elemental Spirit—Fire, answer my call and descend upon this place!"

The moment Orange Tea used Summoning to ward off the cold from Kshatriya, she immediately used Unknown Revelation.

"I want to know what the true form of the demon is?"

There is no unknown entity to provide an answer.

Layers of fire elemental shields were stacked, and the Fire Ring spell was fully activated, blocking the icy currents that could freeze everything from the boundary between reality and illusion.

"No one can take Kesha away!" Jiang Heyi poured out all his magic power to reinforce the barrier.

The influence of the evil spirits has turned the vast Narum mansion into an ice sculpture; as far as the eye can see, the area is covered in solid ice.

He transformed the environment within the region.

The howling wind gradually subsided, and the biting cold that had been hitting the barrier was fading away.

The shadow of the demon still lingered in the distance, and the humble bone guards still bowed their heads.

It's not over yet.

The ground beneath their feet was solid ice, and the chilling air condensed into a solid form that burst forth from the earth, wrapping around the thighs of the people at the boundary between the real and the illusory like vines.

Kexia was so engrossed in Jiang Heyi's words, "No one can take Kexia away," that she didn't react.

A gust of evil wind swept in, and before she could recover her magic, she was slammed backward, crashing into the wall of the mansion. Like a little chick, she was grabbed by the legs, lifted into the air, and hung upside down.

"My side quest!"

"A side quest in the Siren's Court!"

Huh?

The expected horrific scene did not occur. Ksha was simply hung there like dried meat, with his hands down in a standard French military salute. There was no standard freezing or exploding into a bloody mist.

The chilling vines spread from their thighs to their chests, rendering everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion immobile.

Such formidable power! Jiang Heyi acknowledged that the demon possessed the strength of a guardian of an underground temple.

Zhong Zemo, who was still struggling, suddenly felt light and fell onto the ice.

The sudden relief left him momentarily stunned. Just as he was about to turn around and free everyone, a beam of white light descended from above, illuminating his body.

Correspondingly, a beam of white light also appeared in the distance, landing on a giant skeletal bull with an unusually large skeleton, two heads taller than Zhong Zemo.

The giant skeletal bull with its head bowed stomped on the solid ice with its hooves, leaving cracks as it slowly approached Zhong Zemo, leaving hoofprints with each step.

Its skeletal body, devoid of flesh and blood, ignites a pure white "mist," while flying snow and flickering light and shadow depict its appearance in life, like a giant beast that has stepped out of a traditional Chinese ink painting.

"Does this mean..." Jiang Heyi pondered, "a one-on-one duel?"

Zhong Zemo also guessed that the current mechanism was a one-on-one duel. He immediately exhaled a breath of white air, trying to get used to the biting cold air in his nasal cavity.

At the same time, he kept bouncing left and right to get used to the slippery ice surface that had been transformed.

To single out a Shield Guard for a one-on-one duel, and most likely require defeating the enemy, is a difficult task for the vast majority of Shield Guards.

But Zhong Zemo was very confident about the boundary between reality and illusion.

"It's just a cow, I'll push you back... Never mind!"

Just as the shield was about to collide with the bull's head, Zhong Zemo sensed the whistling wind and instinctively dodged, avoiding the giant skeletal bull.

The massive bull's horns, undeterred by its momentum, pierced through the wall of Narum House, leaving two shocking holes.

If Zhong Zemo had taken the hit head-on, they could have made a skewer set meal by now.

The giant bull charged back and forth, its tail whipping like a whip. Every time it passed by Zhong Zemo, who was trying to dodge, it would swing its tail twice with great force, leaving fine scratches on the thick, small round shield.

After countless collisions, Zhong Zemo finally found his center of gravity after the change in the terrain, and he took another deep breath.

The giant white-boned bull charged forward. This time, it did not point its horns at Zhong Zemo, but instead raised its front hooves, assuming a galloping horse posture.

It swayed and trampled down from top to bottom, trying to crush Zhong Zemo into the dust.

"After being suspended in the air for so long, it can be reversed!"

Zhong Zemo was overjoyed. He lightly waved his small round shield, deflecting the powerful force of the forelegs to the side.

The flesh and blood that the snowflakes filled shattered with a crash, revealing its originally empty, skeletal body.

The technique of using minimal force to deflect a great weight shattered the leg bones of the giant skeletal bull, sending it flying and crashing into a nearby building, scattering rubble everywhere.

"Holy crap, a squid."

"As expected of you, the King of Shield Counter."

"Frame-Watching God!"

The boundary between reality and illusion was filled with jubilation.

This is the confidence that cuttlefish gives them.

As long as you give him a chance to counter, he will definitely seize it!

A gust of wind blew, and Zhong Zemo was slammed onto the vines that had been binding him, and was imprisoned once again.

Another beam of white light fell, and this time the chosen one was French Fries.

Having figured out what game the demons were planning to play with them, Hikari scanned the skeletons, anticipating her opponent.

The white breath exhaled by the fries drifted in the wind toward the direction of the demonic shadow. In the void, it seemed as if a pair of hands were dancing and kneading.

The smoke, like clay, was kneaded and shaped, gradually taking on the outline of a person.

A gust of frosty wind swept in, and the smoke and snowflakes mingled together.

"This is……"

The real rival to French fries was herself.

Chapter 147 The First Player to Reach the Max Level

The two orders of fries were identical in temperature, shape, and overall softness when they came out of the oven. The only difference was that one of them had a layer of cream on it, making it appear whiter.

This was the first wonderful metaphor that came to Jiang Heyi's mind.

The weapons, equipment, and appearance are exactly the same as French fries.

It starts with the same Bloodlust Frenzy.

Even the little gesture of French fries adjusting their grip on the knife after releasing a skill is exactly the same.

The French fries are constantly being rotated, and the "cream fries" are also constantly being rotated.

French Fries unleashed one of the basic martial artist skills, [Warrior's Heart], providing himself with a negligible shield.

The buttered fries performed this operation almost simultaneously.

The delay between the two parties shall not exceed half a second.

After a round of probing, Jiang Heyi understood.

Under this mechanism, the "players" created by the demons utilize the behavioral data of players during their daily activities, making them infinitely similar to the original.

These clones are not like players; they are players themselves.

"Mirror start?" The blanket blinked hard.

Sometimes, a duel is like playing a storytelling card game, where going first gives you a huge advantage.

But in a berserker duel, the logic is completely reversed.

The one who gets injured first has an advantage. If you don't learn a special self-harm skill, forcibly harming yourself will not trigger the Berserker skill amplification effect.

As the mechanism dictates, the two servings of fries entered a breath-holding contest mode.

"The fries are all made from the same potato, how do we counter this?"

Jiang Heyi felt that what the prison guard said sounded strange...

The immediate priority is to address the injury caused by "enemy units".

"Could we do it like this?" Orange Tea had a sudden inspiration. "Let's launch a probing attack first, so that the opponent will definitely have to take the hit in order to trigger the Berserker effect."

"When the opponent attacks with the amplification, we'll take the hits head-on and get an even stronger amplification to counterattack."

You repay me double, and I repay you double.

A tribute to the classic matryoshka doll battle scene.

It is indeed one of the solutions to the Berserker duel, but how to ensure that you can withstand the damage and survive the next "double payback" attack is a very difficult balance to strike.

French fries have submitted their answer sheet.

The snow and wind in the courtyard, which was the battlefield and was surrounded by demons, had stopped, but the endless darkness, howling wind, and chilling cold outside the courtyard continued to spread.

Before mimicking the butter fries, she reached her left hand out of the area.

At first, there was a sharp pain, and the coldness spread all the way to his arm. In just two seconds, French Fries lost control of his left hand.

She jerked violently, and her frozen left arm shattered with a snap, as the biting cold that had been seeping from her arm into her limbs vanished.

A dangerous mist of blood enveloped the fries.

"There's ketchup, the trigger was successful!" Zhong Zemo exclaimed in astonishment. "But isn't doing this self-harm?"

"That's a demonic attack; it has a source of damage!"

Jiang Heyi guessed what she was thinking when the fries were about to leave.

The decision to make a decision about the butter fries is delayed by half a second, and the action is delayed by half a second.

A one-second lead over fries is enough.

"It's nothing more than a fake product created by extracting my data."

The creamy fries that rushed forward looked as thin as paper next to the plain fries that were glowing red.

With a swift cut, the French fries deftly swung the knife, shaking off the swirling smoke.