T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"I will enslave you forever, until your soul decays."

The demon struck Dussel's spirit heavily, causing him to let out a shrill scream.

Everything is calm.

The ninth-tier mage has been completely reduced to a guest of honor in the prison of demonic consciousness, enjoying endless torment.

"Thank you for your help."

What did they hear?

Are the demons thanking them?

Wait a minute... between you and Dussel, who is the real demon?

Chapter 211 So, I Became the Ghost Snow

Jiang Heyi swallowed the word "demon" that was on the tip of his tongue.

"How should we address you?"

"Devil."

"..."

No, buddy?

"Demon" is a name the Ana Empire has given you. You just accept it so readily without even changing it?

As it toyed with the screaming Düssel's spirit, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

It said, "Düsseldorf has returned to Cyon several times over the years."

"He was carrying that sword, I could feel it..."

“But each time, he only gazed at the snow-capped mountains from afar, never daring to set foot on the snowfield.”

The demon tossed the Eye of the Abyss to Jiang Heyi, indicating that it belonged to them.

"It can kill me, amazing... This world is so colorful."

This is officially certified by evil spirits.

If the dragon Elerave could hear this praise with her own ears, she would probably be very proud.

Orange Tea asked curiously, "Why are you giving it to us? It can kill you, shouldn't it be destroyed?"

The demon's body suddenly solidified, revealing the outline of a young man. He had a gentle, slightly shy face that seemed to say he was harmless.

As the dawn redwood said, demons do not possess their own physical form.

Dussel also said that demons are born from the tide of magic and are twisted and peculiar consciousnesses.

This face most likely belongs to a passerby who perished in the snowy mountains.

"One day, I may lose my last bit of... sanity."

"I hope someone can stop me."

The demon plunged its hand into its own heart, took out a wisp of mist, and scattered it into the air.

A hazy halo enveloped everyone.

In the blur, they arrived deep in the snowfield.

The wind was howling and snowflakes were flying.

In the depths of winter, life is scarce here.

A white mist the size of a human head drifted silently.

Aimless and without any pattern.

"I...don't know why I was born."

"Without wisdom, relying on instinct, one sows filth."

Deep in the snow-capped mountains, the frogmen, who possessed a degree of intelligence, went mad and nearly wiped out in their mutual slaughter.

A few intelligent beasts awakened in the tide of magic because of it; their eyes turned bloodshot, and they mutilated themselves and committed suicide.

It was like a calamity, like a plague, causing widespread suffering wherever it went.

The intelligent races in the snowy mountains formed the bravest squad, charging at it fearlessly, only to become cold corpses.

Influenced by the strange power of the demons, something remained in their souls, swirling around them like fireflies.

"I heard a sound..."

"Their anger, their fear, their courage to sacrifice themselves for their comrades..."

"I can feel it, but I can't understand it."

The evil spirit grew stronger, and the white mist that was originally only the size of a human head gradually took on a human shape.

Similar to the evil spirits on the dawn redwood, it began to imitate.

It was at this time that the empire launched its punitive expedition.

The attack by more than twenty high-level mages caused the magic to tremble deep within the snowfield.

The spirits manipulated by the demon scattered, and the demon itself was severely injured, reduced to the size of a fist.

Düsseldorf, his teacher, and his fiancée were both present.

Lacking weapons specifically designed to combat demons, Anna's elites, with their bare hands, relentlessly shattered the demons' spiritual magic, creating the perfect opportunity to kill them.

The only fully-equipped Düsseldorf only needs to bravely move forward, and with only a little mental energy left, it will be annihilated.

But Düsseldorf doesn't have that.

He backed away in fear.

Just as he only dared to test his sword at the boundary between reality and illusion, just as he came to the Great Snow Mountain several times with his sword but dared not go deep inside.

He was a coward.

"Are you going to be a coward?!"

"Once it's killed, everyone will return to normal."

The teacher's reprimand did not awaken the courage within Düssel.

Hoping for him only ignited the most vile emotions hidden deep within Düsseldorf's heart.

“I didn’t affect it… Although my consciousness was still hazy at that time, I could still feel… the desire and evil surging within him.”

Contrary to Dussel's account, his teacher did not die in battle, nor did he simply desert.

He killed his weakened teacher with his own hands.

To silence them, they finished off the remaining companions one by one.

He didn't even spare his fiancée.

He made himself the sole survivor after the deadly battle against the demon.

Time passed slowly, and the demon gradually regained its power in the snow-capped mountains.

The evil he sensed from Dussel made him stronger, and as a result, life disappeared from the depths of the snowfield.

It remained aimless and muddled.

Until Düsseldorf came again.

Fifteen years ago, Dussel was an eighth-tier cultivator who mastered profound spatial magic and possessed a large number of rare items.

The battle between the two sides lasted all night.

The demon was dealt another heavy blow, and its strength had not increased for decades due to the extinction of living beings.

At this moment, Düsseldorf's strength, mentality, and preparation were flawless.

That was the peak of his life.

By giving it our all, we might be able to look down on Anna.

He accomplished by himself what 20 years ago could barely achieve with the help of 50 people.

Becoming a hero can happen in an instant.

Just like 50 years ago, Düsseldorf stands at yet another crossroads.

Bleeding from all seven orifices and suffering excruciating brain pain, he confronted the evil spirit for a long time before finally making a choice...

懦。

People are indeed very difficult to change.

He made the same choice as he did 50 years ago.

Just one step away, just one step away.

This battle changed two people.

Dussel was completely twisted; even after advancing to the ninth rank, the shadow of his setbacks in the battle against the demons always lingered in his mind.

Witnessing evil.

A fierce battle against evil.

Become a demon.

He accepted his darkest self from 50 years ago.

As the light and shadow shifted, the weakened demon found itself amidst the wind and snow.

The fierce battle with Düsseldorf forced it to leave the snowfields for the first time and enter the snow-capped mountain region, which is close to intelligent creatures.

It can no longer affect any powerful beings.

The rustling of footsteps in the snow, the faint groans, awakened the few remaining instincts and scarce wisdom of the demons.

The boundary between reality and illusion was startling.

The young man, frozen purple in the snow, was none other than the owner of the face used by the demon.

His basket was filled with medicinal herbs and frozen snow rabbits.

The wind and snow made it difficult for it to move, and the extreme cold prevented it from starting a fire.

He slowly unbuttoned his clothes, then suddenly woke up with a start, using both hands and feet to try to climb down the snow-capped mountain.

With no hope left, a gust of wind and snow blinded him, and he fell heavily onto the snow, never to wake up again.

The complete spirit body, which had not dissipated, was right before my eyes.

It was like a gift from heaven!

The demon pounced, only to find that his spirit was so resilient that even in death, it stubbornly continued to move down the mountain—unaware that his body had already been left behind in the snow-capped mountains.

It wasn't until it realized its basket was gone and looked back that it let out a roar of resentment.

The demon's memories are so clear, far more detailed than the nearly completely ruined picture quality from 50 years ago.

He remembers every detail of this place clearly.

The youth could see the demons.

Even as a spirit, he seemed able to sense the demon's intentions.

"Eat me...and you'll live?"

The demon could not answer.

He remained confused.

"Do me a favor... There's a small town outside of Cyon, a very, very small town..."

“If a child is sick, please take him back for me.”

"I am an outsider. I've heard that there's a mysterious snow spirit on this snow mountain, a very powerful deity... Are you the mysterious snow spirit?"

The demon remained silent.

He wanted to answer, but couldn't express it.