T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 679 678. Who is your mother?
The new manor, on the boundary between the real and virtual worlds, is about to be transformed into a ranch in a vacant area where everyone gathers.

The black-patterned white ox, which had helped the group through their weak phase after the arrival of the jailer, was also pulled out and stood around the group with the winged deer, forming a huge circle.

In the center of the circle, there is an abandoned doll, fragmented materials, and a slightly incomplete soul.

A stable magic supplier – Hagiron.

Ksha is a high-speed magic chanter and mana controller.

Powerful mental magicians—Jiang Heyi, Lenalsia, and Nafiel.

Necromancer Specialist - Jailer Bro.

Spiritual Protection - Orange Tea and Gloria.

The master alchemists who dominate can easily create puppets; under Anna's magical environment, it is impossible for one person to complete a single puppet.

All of the above elements are indispensable.

It requires a detailed division of labor, with each person responsible for their area of ​​expertise, and close collaboration to achieve its goal.

Alna is lucky; she doesn't need to seek out the evil path of Gorcalon, but instead, through the boundary between reality and illusion, she possesses the same flesh and blood puppet body.

Orange Tea's "Requiem" is a special skill added to Summoners when the first expansion of Proof of the Stars opened up the new continent.

It can calm and soothe spirits, and can appease hostile units in special situations, triggering special mission events.

After arriving, the default atmosphere was one of "kill, kill, kill," and Orange Tea never used this skill.

Her palm gently covered Alna's forehead; the touch was not physical, yet it conveyed a reassuring warmth.

Orange Tea's voice was tinged with an indescribable sadness and profound tranquility. Every note seemed to carry a purifying power, like the tide under the moonlight, gently washing away the unease deep within Alna's soul.

Amidst this strange song, Alna's trembling spiritual light gradually softened and stabilized, as if she were immersed in a warm and safe ocean.

Deep in his memory, the fear of being tortured and killed by the eternal night was gently covered by an invisible curtain of water, and the roaring shadows of the past could not be stirred even slightly.

Jiang Heyi took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over each of his partners who were on high alert, and said in a deep voice.

"let's start."

As the command was given, Hagiron, who was lying prostrate to the side, began to slowly release the vast and boundless magical power within her.

This process must be extremely precise.

The flow of magic should be like a stream that gradually rises after the snow melts in spring, gentle and continuous, neither too turbulent to overwhelm the "riverbed" nor too sluggish and weak.

The controllers of the "valve" were Jiang Heyi and the prison guard. Amidst the nagging and urgent shouts of "Speed ​​up!" and "Slow down!", much like directing a newcomer to park on the side, the flow of magic gradually stabilized.

Elsa and Deep Green received a message from the Ghost Rat and retrieved the already-made doll from the anti-magic crystal box in the basement.

Seeing the body that was almost identical to Alna's in life, Elsa was momentarily stunned.

"This guy……"

Alna ultimately made some minor modifications to the body's construction.

She grew cat ears and a fluffy, squirrel-like tail.

"Since we can live again, there should be something different about it."

That's what she said.

Elsa suddenly remembered that long, long ago, before the catastrophe that changed everything happened, Alna had indeed nestled by the warm window of the Temple of the Clarity, squinting her eyes like a lazy cat, and said something like that.

"I want to live like a real cat~~~"

Find a sun-drenched corner, curl up, and let every hair on your body soak up the sun's glow, turning yourself into a warm, fluffy ball of fur.

Then, as the sun set, carrying the warmth she had accumulated, she leaped into the cool, bouncy jelly-like body of the deep green one, letting it also absorb the scent of sunshine.

"That would be so comfortable..."

That warmth and comfort, which seemed to be conveyed through language, remains clearly imprinted in Elsa's memory to this day.

The "sun" of the clear-minded has long since fallen, and a long night has enveloped everything.

But at least... at least this guy who once longed for sunshine and basked in the warmth of memories can come back to life.

It was absolutely necessary to seal this doll's body tightly inside the magic-suppressing crystal box.

The instant Elsa and Deep Green carried the body out of the box, an invisible, bone-chilling cold instantly seized their minds.

"It's so cold..." Elsa's voice seemed to exhale a chill.

"Just like Potato said." Dark Green alertly surveyed his surroundings. "We need to be quick."

As we sprinted forward, the biting cold was a constant companion.

Elsa's ears began to echo with a multitude of chilling whispers that pushed her to the brink of madness.

It was not a single sound, but a chaotic wave woven from the wails and yearnings of countless shattered consciousnesses.

"I'm hungry……"

"Fresh...flesh and blood..."

"Let me in...let me in!"

"It's so cold outside... so cold..."

"It's so dark here, Mom...it's so dark here..."

She struggled to discern a few repetitive fragments, imbued with intense obsession, from the chaotic cacophony. Just doing so gave her a splitting headache and made her soul tremble.

"No wonder Potato kept emphasizing... unless you're a mental magician, you simply can't withstand this kind of environment for long..."

The straight-line distance might be no more than a kilometer, yet even her magic was blocked by that sound, making her movements sluggish.

Elsa gritted her teeth, enduring the discomfort, and steadily handed the precious doll body in her arms to Deep Green, who was waiting in front.

She realized at that moment that even if this body were buried deep underground, with layers of anti-magic arrays and the most advanced anti-magic crystal boxes blocking it, its flawless essence would still be like the most dazzling light in the endless darkness, exerting an irresistible and fatal attraction on all incomplete beings who wander in the world and yearn for "completeness".

"The puppet body created with the Dominator's Technique is a culmination of Anna's current puppet technology. The broken spirit has a fatal attraction to the wandering but not dissipated fragments of consciousness."

"Don't underestimate its allure; even spirits outside the primeval forest can probably feel the 'light' emanating from the moment the puppet is created."

"In the perception of those lost dead, this is no different from a bonfire suddenly ignited on the eternal darkness and the cold boundary between life and death. It is a beacon, a lighthouse for returning home, and the only salvation."

"They will all come to the banquet."

"No incomplete spirit can resist this ultimate temptation that originates from instinct."

"In order to possess this body, they will not hesitate to devour and plunder each other to strengthen themselves and become more 'complete,' all for the sake of increasing that sliver of a chance of success."

Just as Deep Green received the doll's body, preparing to complete the final teleportation, the surrounding air seemed to solidify into a viscous gel. What had previously been an invisible chill and murmur began to distort into a twisted form.

The flickering lights of the magic lamps on the corridor walls began to twist and stretch abnormally, like dough being kneaded by an invisible hand.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, blurry, pained, and distorted faces appear and disappear. They have no fixed shape, resembling melting and constantly reassembling wax figures, their empty eye sockets all "gazing" at the body in the deep green embrace.

"Mine...that's mine!"

"Get out of here...all of you get out of here!"

"Warmth...give me warmth!"

More voices joined the chaotic chorus, transforming the indistinct murmurs into sharp screams and frantic scrambling.

The chilling sounds surged in from all directions like a tide, and fine, decaying black ice crystals condensed in the air.

Deep Green was astonished by these illusions that appeared in the blink of an eye.

"Potato and the jailer made some kind of magical thing."

As the Slime King, she hadn't felt anything "creepy" in a long time.

No wonder that after Potato and Jailer Bro completed the initial production of this doll, they immediately used the highest level of magic-suppressing methods to seal it away, and dared not move it even a little bit.

She now truly felt that it wasn't just the distorted faces that appeared before her eyes; further away, at the very edge of her perception, thousands upon thousands of invisible souls were howling and frantically converging on this place!
The mutations formed by their obsessions are now capable of interfering with a person's mind from a distance.

As mental magicians, Lenalasia and Nafiel are most aware of the true value of Potato and Jailer's masterpiece.

Unconscious spirits and conscious wandering spirits are killing each other, devouring their own kind to strengthen themselves, all in order to be the first to occupy this rare body that allows one to "resurrect".

Compared to it, Gor'krond's lich body was nothing but a lump of rotten flesh.

No wonder the jailer cursed Gorgrond for being a lich without sexual abilities, calling him a self-castrated dog.

Compared to Alna's body, which can cause spirits to kill each other, Gorcalon is not unjustly criticized!

"Wow, why are you guys making such a big fuss!" I got goosebumps all over my bed.

Only now did she understand the meaning of "a chilling wind".

A sharp, piercing whistle suddenly erupted, as if thousands of vengeful spirits were wailing in despair at the same moment.

A biting, icy wind suddenly arose, no longer just a low temperature, but a chilling cold that eroded the soul, instantly filling the entire pasture.

The moment Jiang Heyi took the body, Shen Lü was already in a daze due to excessive shock.

He took a deep breath: "The ghost soldiers are coming. The fusion will take time. I'll leave it to you."

Originally, the jailer would have easily defeated the ghost soldiers, but with the fusion of spirits, he became indispensable.

Orange Tea immediately channeled its magic into Alna's sleeping consciousness, gently enveloping her—to make it easier to check if there was any obvious rejection between the spirit and the body.

The moment the process of guiding the doll's body to merge with the spirit began, a piercing shriek tore through the sky, startling thousands of birds into flight.

The winged deer trembled and arched its back, while the white ox's hooves pounded the

Gloria unleashes a field-wide buff: "Golden Holy Word, activate!"

Bathed in the radiance of the Golden Holy Word, even a pure martial artist can tear apart vengeful spirits with the power of the Golden Holy Word!

As he slowly pulled out the knife, he coldly gazed at the leaden-gray sky, which was gradually being obscured by dark clouds, and felt his palms burning hot.

"It's been such a long time since I've had a good fight."

She licked her lips, and couldn't help but recall the wonderful memories of dominating the game in her past life.

When potatoes arrived in Anna, they played a crucial role.

With his God-like perspective, he effectively avoided many dangerous battles.

The boundary between the real and the virtual is certainly a good thing for Anna.

It's just... not enough killing fun!
"Honestly, they've already started planning their retirement life..."

Despite his complaints, Golovin's movements showed no sign of slowing down. He had his signature lance firmly in his hand, his rough fingers gently stroking the cold shaft.

He seemed to be complaining, but his slightly trembling hands clearly revealed his long-suppressed excitement and fighting spirit.

Vanassis twirled the water sphere between his fingers and smiled, "Isn't it pretty good? In the Temple of the Clarity, we didn't save anything. If we do it again, we can save Alna."

One sentence sharpened the eyes of everyone at Sunrain.

Life at the boundary between reality and illusion is a second cycle, and so are their sun showers.

However, compared to the boundary between reality and illusion, they have an indelible regret—they wanted to save others, but accomplished nothing.

They looked at each other and smiled.

As expected, no one could get over it.

What a joke!
They risked their lives, how come they failed to protect anything?
You dog shit world consciousness, go eat shit!

As Potato said, the phenomenon caused by the perfect doll body has an attraction that is enough to drain all the wandering spirits in this primeval forest and even the surrounding vast area. The scale will be unprecedented.

"Next time, there might not be such a strong momentum."

The leaden-gray clouds, like cotton wool soaked in dirt, pressed heavily against the earth. Deep within the churning cloud vortex, countless translucent, distorted outlines began to appear and disappear.

They have no fixed shape; they resemble the outstretched arms of a drowning person struggling, or flags torn to shreds by a gale, carrying with them a sickening whimper and howl, converging from all directions.

At first, they were just blurry shadows, but soon, those outlines broke free of the clouds and poured down into the pasture like a river bursting its banks.

"Warmth...give me that warmth!"

"Mommy, Mommy, waaaaaah, Mommy!"

"I want...I'm thirsty! I'm thirsty!"

The pale spirits intertwined and devoured each other, entangled and fused together, falling to the ground in a bloated, enormous aggregate formed from countless pained faces.

Wherever it passed, even the light seemed to be swallowed up, leaving only a deeper darkness.

In front of the fries, a grotesque spirit about 3 meters tall, with several human faces stitched together, opened its mouth wide.

"Mommy mommy!"

The long sword was swung, reflecting a cold, gloomy moonlight.

Where the blade passed, the spirits sizzled and vanished with mournful cries, like ice and snow exposed to sunlight.

"Disgusting things, calling everyone 'Mom'," Fries said coldly. "You'd all die!"

(End of this chapter)