T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

exhausted.

so tired.

The magic of peppermint cannot be stopped; once the effects wear off, the legs feel as heavy as lead.

Physical strength has declined significantly, and the accuracy of skills has also decreased.

Zhong Zemo tried using the magic-suppressing small round shield, but found that it was not effective in relieving fatigue.

It wasn't the flesh priest's magic that was working?

The jailer's eyelids were drooping, and if it weren't for the summoned spirits frantically blowing and buzzing in his ears, he probably would have collapsed.

It's more tiring than doing a craft job yourself.

A voice seemed to guide him to raise his head.

The flesh priest was only a few steps away from him, sitting on a broken wall. A beam of holy light, seemingly from nowhere, shone through the misty air, making the drifting dust glitter.

A stark contrast to her ferocity during battle, her eyes were now filled with gentle beauty, and her nun's habit added a touch of holiness and kindness to the gentleness in her eyes.

She slowly opened her arms to the prison guard, as if welcoming her beloved who had been away from her homeland for many years, her eyes glistening with tears.

A yearning, an eagerness, an overflowing affection—no one can resist such an embrace.

The urge to embrace that purity and alluring charm is like a roaring river.

Enough to break the threshold of reason, allowing indulgence and pleasure to take over the body.

The oldest, most eternal, and sweetest impulse of life, the desire that is naturally engraved in the genes of life, is rejoicing!

The jailer slowly shifted his gaze away from the nun.

He saw what was happening beyond that.

The sweet dew came unexpectedly.

The fog was thick, blurring the view and making everything unclear.

Fine rain fell, wetting the leaves.

Water droplets rolled along the veins of the leaves, flowed into the branches, and meandered along the trunk, dripping and wetting the tree holes, startling the squirrels, and dampening the pine cones.

The home that was conceiving new life the following year suddenly turned into a swamp, with squirrels jumping around, which was quite adorable.

His eyes were glazed as he smelled the rich, earthy fragrance after the rain.

The people and scenery are beautiful and tranquil, and the composition combines movement and stillness, making it captivating.

The jailer slowly walked forward, the enchanting fragrance of the flesh priest dancing at his nose.

Simply open your arms and embrace, and you can possess everything.

The flesh priest smirked slightly.

"Corrupted Corpse Explosion".

Suddenly, the jailer found a corpse in his hands.

The corpses of the lowly, used as weapons by the flesh priests and then carelessly discarded by the roadside, exploded with a deafening roar.

A sudden outburst at close range.

Caught off guard, half of the flesh priest's body was mangled and bloodied, his tattered body stained with a corrupting green.

As she forcibly straightened her neck, which had been broken by the impact, she heard the jailer's angry voice.

"Damn it, you don't understand a single thing about nuns!"

"You have a narrow understanding of nuns!"

"Just because someone wears a mask doesn't mean they have the nun-like qualities I like!"

"Imagine her praying with a devout and serene expression, as still as a deep well, like an unchanging ancient tree."

"She, who should have dedicated everything to the gods, left you with her own burning passion."

"Stealing all the taboos of the gods is like poison being injected into the body; the blood is burning!"

"A possessive desire that profanes and taboos burns within each other."

"Single her away from the asceticism of strict rules and regulations with your own strength, and let your love fill her cold world."

"There are different kinds of nun fetishes. Some are into it for the sake of eroticism, some are purely into uniform play, and some just want to desecrate sanctity. But no matter what kind, don't try to fool me with this kind of lewd cosplay enthusiast like you!"

The eerie mist surrounding the prison guard dissipated, and the people at the boundary between reality and illusion stared at him with wide eyes as he weakened.

The flesh priest cast a powerful negative status effect and selected the jailer to enter the mechanism, forcing everyone to watch.

Except for a solo performance by the flesh priest and the jailer that cannot be seen in the middle, the rest of them are seen from the audience's perspective.

Honestly, with such a powerful temptation, even if he was thinking about fries, Jiang Heyi felt he would have hugged her.

The jailer guy is truly a genius for getting through this.

Her impassioned speech after passing the test was recommended for inclusion in the nuns' Bible.

Orange Tea looked up blankly at Jiang Heyi beside her.

"What is he saying?"

"If you could understand that, life would be hopeless." Jiang Heyi covered his face.

Zhong Zemo's lips twitched, while the blanket beside him nodded repeatedly.

"I can understand that."

He looked down sharply at the blankets with a knowing expression, utterly astonished.

The jailer brother performed a great service by shattering the flesh and blood priest's body, so it's not fair to say that he was "just indulging in the fantasies of a virgin."

Strange, even though the Flesh Priest's mechanism has been dispelled, why does the fatigue still linger and show no signs of abating?

The Sutter Heartstone test showed no signs of mental magic effects.

As the flesh priest's tentacles pierced the throat of yet another lowly survivor, draining his flesh and blood to restore his strength, Jiang Heyi searched his surroundings.

The flesh priest once again seized living people to use as weapons, this time four of them.

Faced with the four-sword style wielding tentacles, Jiang Heyi held the blanket down to conserve her strength so she could provide support at any time, while he once again bravely took the lead.

"There must be some details that have been overlooked, find them!" he reminded everyone.

"Details, how do I find the details... Ah!"

The aftershocks of Jiang Heyi's battle with the flesh priest sent everyone staggering.

Orange Tea, protected by the prison guard, slipped and fell, her white robe turning blood red.

She coughed as she sat up from the bloodstains and glimpsed the flowers she had crushed.

Delicate and vibrant green, yet oozing blood!

She mustered her courage and plunged her hand into the pool of blood. The hard, slightly fleshy texture sent chills down her spine.

A small piece of orange tea was torn off, and the tender pink, fibrous material, resembling both lung tubes and the roots of a fungal carpet, wriggled in my hand like an earthworm, as if it were alive.

She picked up the crushed blood flower and smelled its stamen.

The pungent smell assaulted my senses, but in an instant, the subsequent aroma transformed into a refreshing tea fragrance.

"Fire Spirit, burn this area to the ground!"

Several blessed fire elementals leaped out, spewing flames and evaporating the pool of blood.

Beneath the blood pooling beneath the soles of the feet, terrifying, whisker-like structures wriggled and coalesced, gradually coalescing into the outline of a flower bud.

"It looks like it was spat out by a manta ray that flew overhead during the initial siege," the blanket remembered.

After saying that, she found herself surrounded by flames, and her fatigue lessened considerably.

In the distance, the French fries fighting against the flesh priest suddenly felt a loss of power.

She smiled.

"It seems they've found the crux of the problem."

The tide turned, and she smiled as she suppressed the flesh priest's clone.

"Don't go, let's play a little longer, I haven't had enough fun yet!"

In many of the deep, blood-filled pits, there were layers upon layers of lowly beings who were still alive. Their bodies were penetrated by mycelium and transformed into living cordyceps, nurturing immense ritual magic.

Because the time was short and the number of people was large, they were able to share the damage, so many people cried for help desperately the moment they saw the light of day again.

"So many living people?" Orange Tea swallowed hard. "What do we do?"

Zhong Zemo rolled up his sleeves and glanced at Jiang Heyi, who was recovering his strength and fighting more fiercely not far away.

"Flesh priests can restore their condition through flesh and blood, and the effect is even better on living people. In order not to aid the enemy, we must make a difficult decision."

The jailer took out the elemental combo bottle set that Mint had given him as a gift.

"I understand, Stratholme must be purified."

Is there a possible 780? Yes, is there?

Chapter 320 The Flesh Priest is Eating People!

The power of the fries gradually diminishes and eventually plateaus.

She still possesses an exceptionally powerful dungeon amplification effect, though it's far less exaggerated than it was a few minutes ago.

As one side gains and the other loses, the isolation of equal strength is broken.

The flesh priest swung the intestines he had ripped from the lowly, enhanced with flesh magic, like a cowboy wielding a lasso.

The charging, furious lion was caught midway and shattered into countless particles of light.

When the fries swung their swords again, it no longer responded.

Banned?

The bizarre and unpredictable magic made Fries' skin crawl as he watched the flesh priest try to bind himself with his disgusting intestines.

Feeling that the time was right, she switched to a brand new weapon.

By employing an offensive strategy, they successfully earned the respect of the flesh priest, who then retreated swiftly and raised a flesh shield.

Realizing it was just a feint, he was about to give chase when an invisible blade sliced ​​her in two at the waist.

【Space Slash】

Dussel was the ultimate scumbag, but the skill he left behind was really useful.

Returning to the battlefield near the city walls, it was now a sea of ​​fire, with the violent elemental forces colliding and rubbing against each other, creating dangerous colors and crackling sounds.

Following the source of the sound, French Fries found Zhong Zemo, who was dealing with the lowly.

The shield pounded the ground, and flesh and blood were ground into mud.

"Prepare for battle! The Flesh Priest is returning!"

Jiang Heyi, who had just killed the flesh priest's clone, was playing with the lowly cordyceps when he heard this. He quickly stacked up his layers and briefly explained what had happened on this side.

At this point, the French fries understood the underlying mechanism.

Professions and magic that are close to flesh and blood are enhanced. Over time, flesh priests will use ritual magic to overdraw the power of the team and continuously improve their individual combat strength.

Overly strong individuals gradually become difficult to coordinate with as a team, and may even cause the aftermath of battle to harm teammates. Therefore, they can only take the initiative to divide the battlefield and assume one-on-one responsibilities.

If players are unaware of the dangers of the mechanics, the one who kills their teammates will inevitably be a lone wolf caught up in the thrill of the game – the higher the damage output, the weaker the teammates become.

The difficulties are multifaceted.

The lone wolf must strike the right balance, ensuring he can hold his own against the flesh priest's true form without overextending himself.

The team members must fight against clones with abilities identical to their main body—capable of control, attack, and recovery—while being weakened layer by layer.

On one hand, they destroy the scene—the lowly cordyceps and the fleshy fungus carpet covering the ground are the source of the flesh priest's power and the foundation of the magic's existence.

Considering the ongoing battle on the city walls against the flesh-and-blood greatsword, French fries reminded...

"Be careful, the characteristic of the flesh priest is likely to be dividing the battlefield."

"Well said~~~"