T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

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"Gather the fire!"

Jiang Heyi and French Fries were already exhausted from their continuous battles. They didn't have time to catch their breath and gathered their strength again for a combined attack.

The amplification of his companions in the distance had arrived. Two beams of light, one red and one blue, enveloped Gorkaron, annihilating him in the red and blue radiance and reducing him to ashes.

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"As long as the Life Box remains unbroken, the Lich King will not perish!"

The pustules left by Gorcalon's use of the magic array to corrode the ground still remained, these tumors, emitting a foul stench and an ominous aura, flickered rapidly.

Zhong Zemo quickly raised his shield, the jailer released an elemental shield, the quilted shadow appeared, and Orange Tea summoned the water spirit for protection.

"Let the stench of death and decay bloom!"

At the last second, Jiang Heyi grabbed the exhausted French fries who had just unleashed their spatial slash and rolled them into a corner, using magic to create a shield to block their path.

A horrifying explosion sent sand and gravel flying everywhere.

The bookshelves and escalators that were suspended in the sky lost their magic and fell down one after another.

In an instant, a shower of gravel fell in the center of the field, even weakening the fire.

"You have won for now."

"temporary!"

"I will lurk in the shadows, waiting for the moment you reveal your weakness!"

Hearing this, everyone at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds felt a headache coming on.

What ultimate tankiness king?

If the Slime King, the Black Cat, and the Doll's Nest bring an endless sense of oppression to the boundary between reality and illusion, it is the thrill and excitement of fighting against epic enemies.

The greatest feeling they experienced when fighting against Gorcalon was torment.

As expected of a lich, in order to achieve immortality, he first tortured himself and extinguished his humanity.

In order to survive and become powerful, they torment living beings and draw strength from them.

Now that we've entered the game, they're directly using the game's mechanics to torment the players.

He's tormented them all.

This is the ultimate tormentor, who makes life miserable for everyone, both before and after death. His greatest achievement in life is to sit in a corner with his life box and act tough in public.

Even looking at an enamel mug makes one feel tired of the boundary between reality and illusion.

Even though the game's fatigue feedback was reduced by the candlelight, the battle between the virtual and real worlds had already lasted for a day and a night.

As they listened to the maniacal laughter of Gorkaron's shattered spirit, they were all half-bent over, panting with their hands on their knees.

"Are real liches this hard to kill?"

"Correct."

"How long did it take that group of adventurers you mentioned?"

"Several members of the team collapsed from exhaustion after a day and a night."

"How did they find the original body?" the enamel cup wondered. "Gorkaron is a very powerful lich, right? The life box should be made very inconspicuous."

"If one of them has a sudden inspiration, you'll know immediately."

Gorcalon has vanished again, and the boundary between reality and illusion is no longer within reach.

They were completely exhausted.

The French fries' hand holding the sword was shaking.

Spatial Slash is powerful, but it consumes a lot of physical strength.

Orange Tea was sweating profusely; the intense operation of the spirit transfer had pushed her brain to the brink of crashing.

Jiang Heyi also knew that if they didn't rest first, they wouldn't need Gorcalon; a few random books of rampage would be enough to send them to their deaths.

Now that things have come to this, we must conquer Gorkaron in one fell swoop.

They don't want to go through the whole process again.

It's so tiring and exhausting.

Both in body and mind.

Gorcalon barked incessantly throughout the entire story. Now that I understand the boundary between reality and fiction, I understand why villains in some works keep babbling on and on.

Frustration exacerbates physical fatigue and makes it easier for a person's performance to deteriorate.

Zhong Zemo started cooking, while Jiang Heyi inquired about the condition of the four original entities who were fighting alone.

To date, the Quadruple Primarch has single-handedly repelled three waves of the Book Collection uprising.

Thanks to Gorcalon focusing all his energy on the front lines, he was able to hold on without the pressure of evil spirits and undead.

"The mysterious power that protected the books seems to be losing its effectiveness; many books in the fire are smoking."

"Mysterious power..."

Jiang Heyi was suddenly startled. He looked back at the monster encyclopedia of the giant moth and immediately rushed towards the huge black book.

As the core hub of the magic array, the Black Book's light was dim at this moment, and a huge gap had been poked in the center of its pages by Gorkaron, which was now slowly recovering.

"Hey you big moth, come here! Quickly restart the magic array, the library is about to catch fire!"

The closure of the magic circle deprived Gorkaron of its power, but it also left the library unprotected.

more importantly……

The suspended corridors and escalators above their heads were all maintained by the magic array itself.

The enormous [Magic Stone] in the dome, which supplies energy to various parts of the 10th floor, thus steadily plays the role of the sun.

If they all fall down...

The jailer raised a finger: "If the sun were to crash down, half of the Great Archives would be reduced to ashes, and perhaps even Gorcalon's life casket would die. It's not without its merits."

He still loves coming up with weird ideas.

The monster encyclopedia emanated bursts of light, blending seamlessly with the black book.

Seconds later, the dim black book pages regained their light, and surging magic erupted, halting the descent of the floating structure that was on the verge of turning into a meteorite.

Jiang Heyi stared at the black book, lost in thought.

"Do you remember what Mint said? Different people leave behind different auras when they use magic."

French Fries recalled, "It seems like they did mention it."

In order to impart knowledge to the wayward children, Mint would often chatter about magical knowledge during their daily journeys, filling in their gaps in their worldview.

"Then... since Gorkaron draws magic from the magic circle for his own use, there's the aura of the magic circle's origin within him. If the magic circle's origin is controlled, there should also be remnants of Gorkaron's aura, right?"

At this point, Jiang Heyi's lips curled up, and he urged the monster encyclopedia: "Hurry up and establish the communication array. It should be able to sense its 'kin' now!"

"Can you even communicate with the magic array?" The jailer muttered as he ate his food to regain his strength, "But it's an inanimate object."

Zhong Zemo couldn't help but complain.

"Your computer is an inanimate object too, but if you issue a search command, can't it faithfully execute it?"

"Now I understand. The magic circle and Gorkaron share keywords. Now they have the same keywords and can be searched."

With its power drained by Gorkaron, the magic circle's search is extremely slow.

Waiting was frustrating, and Jiang Heyi couldn't help but mutter, "Isn't there any way to speed it up?"

The monster encyclopedia suddenly floated to his side.

The pages turn, then freeze.

The entire page contained only one picture.

Obsidian... a lantern?

Jiang Heyi's eyes lit up.

He quickly rummaged through his backpack and found the keepsakes that Sister Alna had given them.

This lantern played a significant role in conquering the underground temple.

The dizzying frog-headed stitched monster shuts down the mechanisms on the second and third floors.

They were also used as a token to gain the Slime King's trust.

Because it hadn't been used for a long time, everyone was stunned for a moment when Jiang Heyi took it out.

The lantern light shone on the black book, and the gap left by Gorcalon was repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The monster encyclopedia that provides hints is like a butterfly, fluttering around the lantern.

The projection screen lit up, and a fan-shaped area was marked by a magic circle.

The librarian's lounge.

Right on their side!

The slowest eater, in bed, quickly stuffed food into his mouth, his chubby cheeks resembling a squirrel's.

She swung her arm forcefully and mumbled, "Elbow, fuck you!"

Zhong Zemo casually tore off a leg of lamb and stuffed it into Jiang Heyi's hand, who hadn't started eating yet.

"Eat as you walk, get ready to play football!"

The entire group exuded a fierce and malevolent aura.

The librarian's lounge wasn't large, but it was unusually cluttered with miscellaneous items.

The resident caretaker has decorated the place with a lively atmosphere, filling it with all sorts of small items.

Which one will be Gorcalon's crypt?

Orange Tea begins to pray, preparing for unknown revelation to pave the way.

Jiang Heyi patted her shoulder and grinned.

Orange Tea paused, then looked at the others and noticed that they all had Mint Mom's specially made elemental combustion bottles.

try to find?

Why do we need to look for it?

Now that I've confirmed you're here, I'm going to fucking clean up the mess!

Precise targeting is only necessary when firepower is insufficient.

Two small doors were opened simultaneously, and each person threw out a Molotov cocktail.

Zhong Zemo thoughtfully handed her an orange tea, making her feel involved as well.

Let's make this a grand occasion together!

In an instant, various elements reacted and burst forth in the lounge, with "crackling" and "booming" sounds coming one after another. The terrifying sound made the boundary between reality and illusion outside the door clap and cheer.

It's just like playing with firecrackers when you're a child.

"You vile insect!"

A potted cactus burst out of the elemental purgatory, roaring as it tried to escape.

"Trying to run? Die!"

A black wind swept through, and the flying cactus instantly sent the blanket flying back to the ground in a hook shape.

"Ugh!!!"

The cactus fell to the ground and shattered, but the small brown pot that held it remained intact.

At the moment of the collision, Gorkaron's phantom spirit flickered faintly.

"We've found it."

Everyone is eager to explore the boundary between reality and illusion.