T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The candlelight shook its head: "With you all here, the best approach is to remain unchanged in the face of all changes."

"Why? You don't want a Heroic Spirit?"

Candlelight transmits sound through telepathy.

"In order to obtain the strongest combat power, Zhifeng has improved the realism of the game and matched the strength of real history. As a result, all the summoned heroes and monsters will be highly realistic."

"Isn't this good?" Orange Tea asked, puzzled.

"If the level of realism is too high, it's no longer just a game. They are a different kind of soulless puppets. With the behavioral data of the original, no one can predict what will happen."

"Oh!"

The squid swung its arms and flung the two wall-like metal shields away.

The giant flying pancake spun rapidly in the air, whistling as it struck the Demon Lord who had raised his hand to block it.

The solidified magical shield absorbed the force layer by layer, blocking the attack that was comparable to a steel coil charge.

"Chi~~~"

The Demon Lord's pupils trembled violently. The excruciating pain in his waist and abdomen made him clench his teeth. His magic power was not flowing smoothly, and his strength was instantly depleted.

"Wow, whose magic shield only covers a semicircle directly in front? That's so energy-saving, are they risking their lives for magic?"

He pulled the knife out from under the covers and stabbed her again.

Two heavy blows completely shattered the Devouring Demon Lord's Devouring Magic, causing his defenses to collapse.

He even managed to steal a moment from his busy schedule to contribute the first-ever purple material to the money-stealing knife in his bed.

French Fries delivered the finishing blow perfectly; with a swift stroke, the Demon Lord, now without his barrier, was decapitated.

To prevent these heroic spirits from possessing other evil abilities, she activated her bloodlust and transformed into a butcher, hacking wildly at the still-living corpses.

Before setting off, Jiang Heyi repeatedly urged everyone to be careful and cautious.

This time, they had no resurrection items to use.

If you die suddenly, you might really see them in the next life.

Orange Tea was somewhat surprised. Heroic Spirits... that's all?

“When historical matching is combined with realism restoration, it will turn out like this,” Candlelight explained. “The historical forms of some Heroic Spirits are more like traps. The archives are kept to record and simulate them, so their flaws are also an unavoidable part of the experience.”

The Demon Lord in his youth clearly didn't care much about the details of combat.

In the prime of life, with exceptional talent, just bull-like and crush all opponents; what need is there for details?

He can win battles easily against anyone, and without evenly matched confrontations, no one can correct his flaws in battle.

If it's just a game, Proof of the Stars will also rationalize the battle data based on its internal settings, make up for its shortcomings, and design strategies that can generate more interaction with players.

But reality is...

Reality sometimes doesn't follow reason or logic.

I don't know which world they came from, but they were completely crushed by a rough guy like the Demon Lord for an entire era.

We deeply mourn those geniuses who were meticulous in their work but were powerless to compete with the Demon Lord.

This time, Zhifeng selected four Heroic Spirits in one go.

【Crimson Swordsman】Reshock

She seemed to be named after her own beautiful red hair, as bright and beautiful as the most dazzling star in the night sky.

The moment she arrived, having just received Zhifeng's order to "cover me," she smiled brightly.

"Yes, my master~~"

then……

With a backhand slash of three swords, he instantly killed the other three heroic spirits that had just been summoned and landed.

Being able to access the Heroic Spirit Material Library of the Stars of Proof must mean you have unique abilities, but no one expected that before even engaging in combat with the "enemy," an siege by friendly forces would already be unfolding.

Not to mention the group at the boundary between the real and the virtual, even Zhifeng, who was focused on destroying the barrier to escape this cage, was stunned on the spot.

"Lord Zhifeng, you summoned so many Heroic Spirits, is it because you don't trust me?"

Zhi Feng's expression changed, and he was speechless with emotion.

She, who had been driven mad, suddenly showed a look of bewilderment, understanding in an instant why Candlelight had not summoned a single heroic spirit.

If you want the authentic Heroic Spirits, then you can't just accept their powerful combat abilities and exquisite magic.

Even that twisted personality, you have to accept it.

Zhifeng undoubtedly drew a big one.

The Crimson Swordsman, Reshik, is extremely possessive.

"Master, please promise me you won't summon anyone else, okay?"

"You should belong only to me."

"Let me protect you."

"If they don't agree, I'll join them!"

"Promise me! Please say yes!"

"Are you thinking about summoning someone else?"

"Are you thinking about other Heroic Spirits?!"

"What's wrong with me? Why are you ignoring me?!"

"Speak up, speak up, speak up, speak up! Speak up!!!"

In this tense situation where both sides are risking their lives at the gambling table, a yandere (obsessive and possessive woman) steps onto the table, asserts her dominance over the manager, and confesses her love on the spot...

Moyu, who has experience with role-playing games, said: "It's fun and I enjoy watching it."

But those who remain at the boundary between reality and illusion...

"Hiss~~" They all shivered in unison.

"Okay, okay, Lesik, please protect me and buy me time to escape."

"From now on, your summons can only be used on me, okay?"

"Okay, I promise you everything!"

Damn it, the wind-weaving doesn't look crazy enough to Leswick.

Compared to this, she seems like a normal person who has been frightened by a madman.

Orange Tea's mouth was slightly open.

Are there any normal people in this pool of heroic spirits?

“It depends on how you define normal,” Candlelight said helplessly. “Morality cannot restrain the strong, or the leaders of a field. You should know this well, for example, Dussel.”

"Most Heroic Spirits rise and fall because of their personalities. The reason why they are talked about and widely circulated, and ultimately have the capital to become Heroic Spirits, is precisely because of those 'shining points' that are memorable."

"As for whether the highlights are good or bad, sometimes it's hard to say."

"The idea that one can imprison violence within one's own heart, like a sovereign, and has companions to help confine the 'darkness,' is, in their words, more like a fairytale fantasy."

Having received Weaver Wind's promise, Crimson Swordsman Lysick licked his lips, blood surging in his hand and solidifying into a longsword.

"Come, my master, let me use my blood to pave a path for you."

"I'm going to stab you all to death!!"

There's more coming soon, watch me stay up all night to update!

Chapter 515 Don't Summon Heroic Spirits Randomly

Before setting off, Holola gave a sharp assessment of the current overall strength of the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

"Without the aid of equipment, your skill proficiency and ability to integrate skills have already reached the level of 8 thanks to the subconscious imprint of the Proof of the Stars."

"With the help of equipment, even a Tier 9 enemy in the game's world can be dealt with."

The abridged version of Proof of the Stars, which explores the boundary between reality and illusion, has a maximum rank of only 10 in the game. These are essentially special individuals that combine the power of the origin.

For example, in a state of incorrect strategy, one can enjoy the Origin Elements blessed by the world's consciousness.

For example, Holola spoiled the bad ending for the Ana demon.

The metasequoia and the demon of the Great Snow Mountain, drawn to each other, separated from their respective bodies and merged into one.

The heroic spirits that Zhifeng summons and restores through his authority mostly happen to meet the 9th rank standard.

The candlelight flickered, entangled with the wind, forming a blurry ball of light and shadow that collided violently in mid-air.

The boundary between the real and virtual worlds also launched an attack on Lesik.

French Fries greatly respects the opponent who is so insane that even the Wind Weaver dares not summon too many Heroic Spirits and can only submit to him.

[Crying Blood], the mad wolf slashes his skin, causing blood to seep from his arm.

Start by self-harm, and you'll be in top form.

The tacit understanding between the real and the virtual is ingrained in their bones; without communication, a single gesture is enough for them to understand each other perfectly.

The spiritual blessing from the orange tea arrived the instant she raised her hand.

No need to wait, the blood-curdling animation disappears, and the fries will be launched like arrows from a bow.

French Fries' arm, which had split open while bleeding profusely, had not healed and was still gushing blood.

She looked up in surprise, only to be met with a chilling smile that stretched almost to her ears from Lesick's lips.

The blood droplet did not fall to the ground, but was drawn by an invisible force the instant it detached from the skin.

Fine lines of blood drifted toward Lysick, tracing eerie arcs in the air, hovering around her body, and condensing into scarlet crystals.

French Fries was completely exhausted and collapsed to the ground.

Her blood was draining away rapidly; her body seemed to have become a blood bag for Lysick, which he could take at will.

"Is this blood magic?"

Jiang Heyi recalled the little class taught by Mint Mom.

In the world of Ana, there exists a group of vampires with special talents, possessing a powerful force that resonates with their blood from birth.

A powerful individual can even resonate with the blood within another person and use it for their own purposes.

But the methods used by Lechick, which are almost like robbery, to prevent wounds from healing and steal blood, are unheard of.

Lexik licked the blood off the fries and couldn't help but cover his face: "The abundant blood energy of a martial artist is so sweet."

"If it weren't for my beloved owner, I would have kept you as a pet."

It's hard to imagine what exactly happened during Lesick's time.

The change in the French fries did not affect the offensive rhythm of the boundary between reality and illusion. It was just that Orange Tea, who was originally blessed, could only go all out to keep the French fries alive.

Lexik's blood-sucking ability is too exaggerated. Orange Tea had just finished replenishing Fries' blood with the life force created by the power of faith, and she sucked it along with the power of faith.

It was as if the scarlet mark was hers.

Seeing that the bed and the prison guard had already attacked, Jiang Heyi quickly comforted Orange Tea.

"Don't be afraid. In their youth, they did not possess the top-tier combat power of the 9th rank. At most, they had just broken through to the 8th rank and mastered the level of the domain."

"They are geniuses, but we are no less talented."

"It's nothing more than the evil nature of magic. Stay calm, stay calm!"

Jiang Heyi had no choice but to do this.

The pressure on Orange Tea will be the greatest in its confrontation with Weaving Wind.

Once you die here, everything in reality will become unknown.

As a doctor, the fear of not being able to save her colleague whom she spends every day with could easily distort her actions.

The fries were as white as gold paper, and Orange Tea held her hand tightly: "I can do it."

Jiang Heyi had no suspicions and immediately turned around.