T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"My sister is a good person!"

Not bad, you even know how to use an exclamation mark.

"I'm lost now. Can you think of a way to get me back to my companions?" the blanket prompted. "I came from the area with the most fire."

After describing several statues and paintings he had glimpsed along the way, Gray Book determined the location.

Just as I was about to leave, a rope was pulled out from the corner of the blanket, and I tied it around the blanket.

"Don't worry, the smoke is too thick and it's easy to get lost if you lose sight of it. This is to be on the safe side."

Looking at the gray book floating in front of me, guiding the way, the blankets suddenly gave me the feeling of walking a dog...

What an amazing pet.

The magical world is truly amazing.

In the raging fire, orange tea had already unleashed its unknown power for the second time.

The first unknown revelation was that the voice actually made Orange Tea set the fire on again, burning down the temple of knowledge, and naturally the truth came out.

After the orange tea instinctively retorted, it burst into maniacal laughter.

Undoubtedly, she has encountered an evil consciousness this time.

The second unknown revelation was even stranger; the other party sang incomprehensible songs on its own, ignoring everything Orange Tea said.

The off-key notes almost made Orange Tea's mind go blank.

"This is considered the unluckiest day for the Tea God," said the jailer. "He's overdrawn his wallet; it's time to pay it back?"

The Primal said, "So missing twice is bad luck? Then what about me aiming for the pity pull every time I play a gacha banner?"

"Sigh, why bring up such painful things..." The jailer broke down.

The Book-Collecting Dragon was extremely weak; it could only protect the surrounding books from being engulfed in the fire, and was no longer able to move.

It was aware that the boundary between reality and illusion was helping it, so it specially separated two books to isolate them from the smoke and dust and block out the high temperature.

The evil spirits continue to attack, and the undead keep coming.

Gorkaron absorbed the magic power of the magic circle, and seemed to be recovering to his full strength.

Zhong Zemo sighed, "Sigh, the magic array in the library is interfering, and all communication channels are useless... Where did the blanket go?"

"Don't worry, the big black rat is very agile. Even if it can't beat the evil spirits, it can still walk them to death."

No sooner had Jiang Heyi finished speaking than a dark figure lunged out from the dust and smoke in the distance.

Everyone's magic was about to be unleashed, and they planned to treat it as a living corpse.

"It's me, don't shoot!"

"Bed!"

"Damn, where have you been? Look at you, you're covered in soot from head to toe," said the jailer.

"Is it possible... that my race is naturally this color?"

Chapter 231 Supreme Mystery, Unplug Your Power!

He briefly recounted his experiences while lost in bed.

"The Encyclopedia of the Clear Ones" is like a giant moth, constantly flapping its wings with a whooshing sound.

“I think this little gray book can give us some hints,” the quilted woman emphasized. “It’s my intuition.”

The unknown revelation of the orange tea received two sinister hints in succession, and it is still cooling down.

The situation had reached a critical point. The magic power shrouding the bottom of the Great Archives was too concentrated. In addition to the burning sensation of the flames, everyone also felt the stinging pain of the magic power about to burn.

Given that many of the books have come to life and are attacking each other like madmen, if the magic explodes...

The scene is so beautiful.

If they didn't have to worry about clearing the checkpoints, they could stop and enjoy the view.

A spectacle of destruction, how magnificent!

The jailer asked, "Do you know where Gorcalon's life casket is?"

Several large characters appeared on the cover of the Monster Encyclopedia.

"do not know."

He glanced sideways at the blankets.

“You’re asking the wrong question,” Jiang Heyi waved his hand and asked, “The magical power protecting this place is being drained. Where is the source?”

Everyone suddenly realized.

The Monster Compendium certainly didn't know the name Gorkaron, but it definitely knew where the magic circle was damaged, because the Monster Compendium was an individual that had awakened wisdom within this temple of knowledge.

Moreover, Gorcalon's hidden operation to draw magic power from the magic circle for his resurrection has actually exposed his whereabouts.

The endless game of hide-and-seek finally had a clear objective.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Seeing everyone about to leave, the Primal hurriedly asked, "What about this dragon... oh no, it's a dung beetle!"

Just as everyone's attention was focused on the monster encyclopedia, the dragon, composed of thousands of books, split in two.

Half of them turned into dung beetles.

Half of it transformed into a giant, uneven ball of books.

Perhaps realizing it was powerless to fly away from the fire, the dung beetle tried its best to call upon the unburnt books in the sea of ​​fire to merge with the giant ball.

The protection they receive from the magic array is growing weaker and weaker; Gorkaron's exploitative practices will lead to their annihilation.

Jiang Heyi pondered for a moment and decided: "You stay and protect it."

Orange Tea raised her hand: "My combat strength is limited, perhaps I should stay?"

"You might not be able to beat a rampaging library."

Orange Tea immediately put down her hand.

As the team split in two at the boundary between reality and illusion, the one with the enamel cup, who was overlooking the whole situation, couldn't help but sigh.

Chen Shaoyu understood his concerns: "Do you think this is risky?"

"Setting optimal strategic goals and prioritizing their achievement is the right approach," the enamel mug said. "At least for now, I will focus on killing the monster called Gorcalon."

“You don’t play games, so you don’t understand,” Chen Shaoyu laughed. “Players are very greedy; they often think, ‘I want it all.’”

"In high-intensity battles, if you want everything, you often end up with nothing."

If you fail at the last minute, you can start over, but it's still a waste of effort and time.

but……

The enamel mug has a question about time, but it doesn't know whether it should ask.

Given the ratio of in-game time to real-world time in StarCraft, wouldn't players who play StarCraft enjoy more of life than ordinary people?

Even if it's just a fabrication, a mix of truth and falsehood, is there really any need to agonize over this unexpected life experience?

The monster encyclopedia acts like a well-trained navigation dog, leading the boundary between reality and illusion away from the fire, triggering a mechanism hidden behind the bookshelf, and entering a still-functioning spatial teleportation channel.

The teleportation between floors has been broken, but those on the same floor have not been affected.

Upon landing, the scene before them stunned everyone.

The site structure is almost identical to that of the previous fire site.

Looking up, the connecting corridors, suspended platforms, and floating escalators are exactly the same as before.

The teleportation channel was still disrupted, and they returned to the original location of the fire.

But why are the tetraparticles and dung beetles not here?

"This is the opposite."

French Fries was the first to react as he read the words in the monster encyclopedia.

"Is the library structure a mirror image, with one on each side?"

If players search aimlessly within the area without paying attention to unusual activity within the fire, triggering key plot points, and obtaining necessary clues, they'll have no chance of finding such a sinister place.

Gorcalon really knows how to hide things!

Everyone could already sense the magical fluctuations coming from afar.

Gorkaron's extraction of magic from the magic circle was a great commotion, like a firefly in the dark. At this moment, there was no need for navigation; one could simply follow the sound.

The enamel mug then asked, "If this strange book isn't found, how would a normal player discover that this is a mirrored map, and that there's another side to it?"

Candlelight replied, "There are many clues in the area. As long as you are willing to explore, you will eventually find them after dying a lot."

"There's more than one key piece of information and prop."

On the way, the prison guard wondered, "If it's a mirror image structure, then we should be falling face down, right? So why are we standing steadily on the ground?"

The jailer is quite enigmatic; he can come up with a lot of bizarre ideas in a flash, yet he can also get himself into a dead end over such trivial details, getting tangled up in all sorts of dilemmas.

Gorkaron, whose flesh and blood had been shattered by the boundary between reality and illusion, leaving only his spirit, transformed into a long spear and plunged it deeply into a black book the size of a desk, glowing with red light.

The physical entity of the magic array that guards the Hall of Knowledge built by the Clear Ones over a century is this black book, which is desperately resisting but is already on the verge of collapse.

"What wonderful power! Give me more, more!"

Immersed in the joy of regaining his strength, Gorcalon laughed maniacally, completely unaware that someone was rapidly approaching from behind.

"Why are you still resisting? Why are you struggling!"

"Your master has long been defeated. Look at the spirits and living corpses scattered everywhere. They are there, sharing eternity with me!"

"Your last hope, the self-proclaimed aloof Elsa, will also fall!"

"The great Lord of Eternal Night will surely devour all the light of day."

"In the long, dark night, we will be eternal."

"Hug me, hug me."

"Rebuild my flesh and blood, heal my soul."

When Gorcalon decided to go all out and open a larger gap in magical power with one strike, he, having recovered considerably, finally sensed the strange aura behind him.

"It's you!"

Gorcalon gritted his teeth, his attention fixed on the fries and Jiang Heyi.

He could never forget the terrifying power of those two men, their ability to destroy mountains and rivers.

The two attacked together, and even the roaring spirit was intimidated by their imposing aura.

The blade's and sword's auras merged into one, shattering his body and nearly leaving his soul incomplete.

As a martial artist, he was able to injure others with a "state of mind" that transcended his own limits.

Looking across this continent, they are few and far between.

But why had he never heard of their names?

"The clarity has been shattered, and eternal night is descending. Your efforts are in vain."

Gorcalon transformed into the appearance of a white-haired youth, spreading his arms toward the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Listen to the desires of your hearts, and embrace the eternal night."

"Embrace the eternal night?" the jailer cursed. "I think you deserve to be slaughtered. You've killed so many beautiful nuns, who's going to make up for the nuns I'm missing?"

"It's your kind of lunatic that makes me blind. You killed someone as beautiful as Alna."

"I will grass feed your horse."

The enamel mug was taken aback; he, who was enjoying the "movie," never expected the prison guard to speak like that.

Moreover, he spoke with passion, with fervor, and with righteous indignation.

Judging from his clenched fists and rising anger, he would believe it if he jumped out and devoured Gorkaron alive the next second.

Why is he so obsessed with nuns?

The enamel mug suddenly felt that the young man's way of thinking was very strange.