T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Their discussion made no attempt to conceal it from the eighth-tier mage nearby. They chatted back and forth as if this were not a battlefield and neither side was in a life-or-death situation.

The overly arrogant behavior caused the eighth-tier mage who was manipulating the vines to break down.

"Enough, enough, enough!"

"You liars! What Slime King? What other continent? Your words have been nonsensical ever since you started talking."

The boundary between the virtual and real worlds couldn't be bothered to listen to his incompetent rage. They tacitly stopped their discussion and then advanced as a group, charging towards the Temple of the Clarity!

At the signal from the Eighth Rank, the surviving masked man stepped forward.

The long-range magic attack was neutralized by the elemental magic sniping from the four primal beings in mid-air.

Close-range suppression...

"Dang~~~"

The masked man, whose back was being parried, felt a sharp pain in his waist. He opened his mouth to shout, but Jiang Heyi's short knife drew a line of blood down his neck.

The seven people worked together like a chariot, crushing the masked men who tried to stop them, trampling their flesh and blood into the snow, leaving behind puddles of strawberry jelly.

The eighth-tier mage clasped his hands together and gave a sharp slap.

Green threads rose from the surrounding trees, connecting him closely to his body.

The Four Primal Fireball spell was released, precisely igniting the coniferous forest.

"Did I tell you to use ritual magic?!"

With such an obvious attack animation, it's nowhere near as powerful as the instant-cast monsters in the underground temple!

In the instant the eighth-tier mage changed his tactics, six zombie monsters howled and pounced forward. He had no choice but to use the magic he was channeling to form a shield, keeping them at bay. With a flick of his wrist, pure magic surged forth, blasting them into a cloud of blood mist.

In that brief moment, the chariot at the boundary between reality and illusion had already crushed him in front of him.

"for you."

Plain fries casually tossed a corpse aside.

"Trying to slow down my spellcasting? Don't underestimate me!"

The eighth-tier mage let out a cold snort, and his magic power slashed at the corpse that was gradually enlarging in his field of vision like swords.

Overwhelmed by a group of inferiors, he unleashed his fury, tearing the corpse to pieces and causing a burst of blood mist...

"boom!"

A dazzling light pierced his eyes, and a violent explosion caused his eardrums to bleed.

mean!

They actually stuffed a magic potion into the corpse.

How could these people possess such a powerful potion?

His rhythm was disrupted, and he suffered setback after setback, to the point of almost going crazy.

They used magic to create a barrier and retreated quickly.

His extensive experience as a high-level mage allowed him to make the best choice in the midst of the chaos. However, the damage from the nearby potion explosion had left him covered in wounds, his clothes and mask tattered.

His sense of dignity as a superior forced him to stand, even though he was already dizzy.

He held on for only a few seconds before kneeling down on one knee. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and blood gushed out.

"Ugh~~~"

The potion was incredibly potent; strange elemental forces were coursing through his body, seemingly a fusion of lightning and water elements.

It was a potion he had never seen before.

What kind of potion master could create such a strange potion?

He doesn't understand.

"He's really bad, not even as good as the Slime King," the bedmate bluntly stated. "He doesn't intimidate me at all. Is he really an eighth-tier character?"

"I don't understand," Mint said. "She seems to have some method of judgment."

"I feel like I misjudged it. How could an eighth-tier character be so weak?"

The boundary between the real and the virtual world started to be discussed again, with everyone chiming in.

Every word pierced his heart.

"Ugh~~~"

He spat out another mouthful of blood.

Chapter 140: Obtained Anti-Magic Powder!

Is this world crazy?

These people seem to only have level five or six magic power at their disposal, so why are they able to use magic so smoothly?

The sheer speed with which he could unleash [Magic Shaping] surpassed that of most people of the same rank.

The casting technique lacks any academic flair; it's clearly the work of a self-taught, unorthodox mage...

The weapon was also strange; every time his magical shield was hit, strange elemental forces would begin to corrode it, sometimes manifesting as an explosion.

Sometimes, it forms a strange vortex, causing the solidified magic to rotate, revealing a fist-sized opening on the shield.

Ordinary elemental weapons could not have this effect.

The armor was incredibly tough.

The lead shield guard slammed his large shield into the ground, leaving only scratches on his vines.

Do not joke!

What kind of material could be so hard?

That damned necromancer was even more unbelievable. He was clearly wearing a thin, breathable cloth armor, yet the magic hit him squarely without killing him.

This style of armor is common among the useless adventurers who came today, and he could easily erase it. Why is it special to the necromancer?

Was he blessed by an evil god?

"Hey, I'm asking you a question. Are you really an eighth-tier player?"

The piercing sound interrupted his chaotic thoughts. The seven people were watching him with eyes that were three parts wary, three parts doubtful, and four parts curious.

"Since he's not speaking, it seems he's indeed not at the eighth rank."

"Stop insulting me, I'm not called 'Hey'." His eyes were bloodshot, but he stood up straight despite his injuries. "I, Langdon Ryan, am a genuine eighth-tier mage. My strength is beyond question!"

"Oh, undeniably so," the blanket said sarcastically.

Jiang Heyi said with a look of disdain, "It's not that I don't believe it, but your eighth rank is too weak. The eighth rank we've seen before is not like yours."

Langdon gritted his teeth: "What have you seen like the eighth-tier beings?"

"Ritual magic is second nature to you. While it might not be able to destroy the world, it's more than enough to deal with us," Jiang Heyi said. "You can't even beat us, yet you call yourself an eighth-tier cultivator?"

"Unless...you prove it to us."

Langdon clenched his fists.

"Proof? How do you want to prove this? You want to bring the magic detector?"

"Ritual magic, huh? Don't all eighth-tier mages know this?" Jiang Heyi said. "For eighth-tier mages, it should be second nature, right?"

Where on earth did these bumpkins come from? Their understanding of magic is full of ridiculous and ignorant stereotypes. Could it be that the person who guided them into this field was some bard who spouts nonsense?

"Look, he's stunned again. I told you, he can't even cast ritual magic." The jailer waved his hand, looking impatient.

The disdain on his face deeply stung Langdon, causing his barely suppressed anger to surge again like a raging torrent.

He had never been so looked down upon!

"If you want to see ritual magic, I'll show you!"

A surge of immense magical power erupted from his body, transforming into a dense cloud of magical energy that enveloped Langdon.

The sudden burst of power shattered his mask and hood, causing his long black hair to fly wildly, making him look like a ghost.

Langdon was much younger than people expected; he looked like a middle-aged man.

"No, you really used ritual magic."

As the magical power of the ritual magic converged, the fries made their move.

Blessed, she transformed into a red lightning bolt, flashing before Langdon with lightning speed, and brought her knife down.

Ignoring the backlash of the ritual magic, Langdon twisted his body forcefully to dodge the blow that severed his arm, but his right wrist fell to the ground.

The cut surface was smooth, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The excruciating pain contorted Langdon's face, and he could no longer suppress the burning sensation in his throat, screaming desperately.

It's a disgrace, a complete disgrace.

He actually fell for the most basic provocation tactic!

The pain caused Langdon to sweat profusely, blurring his vision and making it difficult to distinguish the people in his mind's eye from the real world. His disordered breathing caused him to lose control of his magical perception.

The backlash from the ritual magic caused him excruciating pain all over his body.

“Listen, if you don’t want to die, stop now, otherwise, the Anna Empire will never have a place for you.”

The two on the boundary between reality and illusion exchanged a glance and sneered repeatedly.

You're kidding.

"We are under orders from..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and Langdon shut his mouth.

Instead of speaking out and begging for a chance to survive, he actually chose to give up?

"Explain clearly, by what order are you receiving this order?"

The magic erupted suddenly. This time, Langdon wasn't going to fight, but rather to escape while everyone's curiosity was piqued and they were distracted.

"Hmph, I want to escape!"

With the help of Orange Tea and the Four Primal Bodies, Bed, though behind, struck first, delivering a flying kick that landed squarely on Langdon's chest and abdomen, who had already flown a considerable distance away.

He crashed heavily onto the snow like a cannonball.

Fortunately, there was a thick layer of snow here; otherwise, without the magic shield deployed, he would have turned into Langdon.

The blade in the blanket pierced Langdon's kidney, making it difficult for him to even exert force to cast spells.

Suppressed firmly by Zhong Zemo and unable to move, Langdon's face was filled with despair.

“You are no ordinary adventurers... Your equipment and strength are comparable to those of geniuses in the Imperial Academy.”

"Who sent you?!"

He gritted his teeth and cursed, his muscles twitching, and the short knife at his waist caused sweat to pour out with every word Langdon spoke.

"Explain clearly, who exactly are you acting on orders from?"

Silent, wanting to be a tough guy?

Jiang Heyi patted the prison guard on the shoulder, indicating that he could increase the intensity.

The jailer manipulated the walker to Langdon's side.

"Don't waste your energy. As an eighth-rank cultivator, I also have dignity. It's just a matter of death!"

The jailer shook his head with a tsk tsk: "You think I'm planning to bite you to death with zombies? No, no, no, you misunderstood. I want to ask you if you prefer men or women?"

The question was so inexplicable that the Langdon people were completely baffled.

"If you don't answer, that means you don't like any of them. Fine, tell me what kind of orcs you like."

"Still not answering? Wow, you're such a pervert."

"Well, we have to name a species."

Langdon broke down; he couldn't hear a shred of logic in the jailer's words.

Why does his language sound so foreign?