T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 682, Section 681: We are all prison guards.

The wounded winged deer, calling out to her repeatedly, slowly and laboriously gathered around her.

Their bodies were covered with wounds left by the spirits tearing at them, and their once shimmering fur had become dull and lifeless.

In the previous fierce battle, these docile creatures, who were not the main force of the fight, almost relied on their willpower to withstand the frenzied attacks of the spirits.

Initially, they were able to hold on thanks to the protection of the Golden Word spell, but as the spirits suddenly went berserk and the pressure increased dramatically, each of them suffered considerable injuries. Even after being healed, their strength was completely exhausted, and they could only gasp for breath helplessly.

"Good boy, good boy." Orange Tea vigorously rubbed the head of a winged deer to show her gratitude.

They were no longer able to participate in the battles that followed.

Elaevi took the lead and charged into the center of the coalesced 9th-order spirit.

She didn't choose the dragon's body, as its destructive power is difficult to control. Her hard-earned and built manor could be wiped out in an instant, which would be too embarrassing.

Elera's fighting style is extremely wild. She uses the dragon's powerful magic absorption talent to plunge into the monsters and start absorbing!
Wild, shocking the prison guards!
High-level spirits have reached the point of materializing the ethereal, and their energy-state bodies, formed from highly abundant magical energy, are almost like those of special races such as sirens.

However, while the siren's elemental body is solid and stable, its spiritual body expands rapidly by devouring, making it unable to maintain its current state for long.

Then, Jiang Heyi witnessed a strange scene.

Dozens of ferocious, roaring ninth-tier spirits involuntarily dissipated wisps of white smoke from their bodies.

The purest magic was forcibly stripped away, and it drifted like gauze, converging into a river. As if drawn by an invisible force field, it was all thrown into Elera's body, eventually disappearing beneath her scales that flowed with a dark red luster like lava.

Elera closed her eyes slightly, her expression resembling that of an old smoker who had been holding back for a long time, finally able to take a deep, epic drag.

With just one blissful absorption, she felt so comfortable that her eyes narrowed into slits, and the dark red light flowing between the gaps in her scales became even brighter.

It's no surprise that Elaine was ecstatic.

For dragons, a species with an innate affinity for magic, magic is the source of life.

Being able to stroll in the Fumo environment is like quenching your thirst with a big gulp of soda after exercising on a hot day.

It's like a leisurely rainy night when you take out perfectly frozen iced tea from the refrigerator, fill a glass, listen to the rain, open a game, and savor each sip.

Enjoy~~~
"what……"

Ailesuya's threatening voice stopped abruptly as soon as it began.

The short syllable left an awkward lingering echo in the air.

The group, who were speeding up to join the effort, suddenly stopped and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Immediately, an irrepressible smile spread through the group like ripples, and the corners of everyone's mouths began to turn upwards uncontrollably, harder to suppress than an AK.

Jiang Heyi suppressed a laugh: "This is bad. Hajilong has been called so many times that she has really forgotten her lines."

A majestic dragon, instead of a deafening roar that could shake the earth, began its intimidation with a short, bewildered "Ha."

Even her companions, who were used to Elera's usual lazy lifestyle, could clearly sense the shyness emanating from her rosy cheeks after realizing this.

A sense of shame, almost solidified, instantly spread throughout the body.

"Roar!!!!!!"

Sure enough, after a brief silence came a roar that could tear the sky apart, filled with rage and shame.

Feeling utterly humiliated, Hagiron unleashed all her fury on the spirit closest to her, which she had drained of its energy to the point of near-transparency and was about to turn to dust.

The dragon claw rose, then swung down with a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

The scene didn't resemble an attack on a powerful energy aggregate; rather, it looked like a hot knife sinking into butter.

It was struck down with ultimate force from its twisted, skull-like deformed position.

The spirit's hideous face didn't even have time to utter a final wail before it exploded with a "bang," completely turning into magical dust that scattered across the sky.

The jailer brother was always eager to watch the drama unfold.

"Now it really is Hagi Dragon. Can you perform that for us, the Spinosaurus form?"

"What is a spiny dorsal morphology?" Plata asked curiously.

The jailer casually manipulated a trembling, low-level spirit, making it arch its back and bristle like a startled cat.

Plata couldn't help but laugh when he saw the comical scene and imagined a huge dragon making similar movements.

"Brother jailer!!!"

"Hagiron is breathing out air!"

French Fries Space Slash tore apart one of the heads of the multi-headed serpent spirit in front of him, and couldn't help but chime in.

Can dragons be argued to be a type of Hakimi?

Squid laughed: "This is my 114514th favorite argumentation segment."

Unable to locate the deformed aggregate of kidneys, the quilt, in a despicable act, chose to emerge from the shadows with the ghost rat and together chop off their feet.

Choosing to transform from the virtual to the real means enduring the pain of the physical entity losing its support and being bound by gravity to fall to the ground.

She and the others didn't need to do much; they just needed to slow down the spirit's movements.

Having magical power but lacking the corresponding magic, these "bucket magicians" whom Mint Mom utterly despises are a true reflection of this group of deformed spirits.

Their most threatening attack method is to trigger a magical explosion by resonating with their instinctive magic.

In addition, it relies on its deformed body, which is transformed from a virtual form, to launch physical attacks.

Even if the elites of the Imperial Mage Tower were brought in, they might not be able to clear it out so easily.

The spiritual pollution caused by the spirits was sealed off by Peppermint Mother's magic potion.

The overwhelming number of spirits was blasted apart by the jailer in one go.

The abundant magic was inhaled by Eleravie as if it were iced tea.

Under Jiang Heyi's mental magic stimulation, her remaining rationality crumbled, leaving only a mindless, berserk state.

Moreover, there was a giant bear with a demon-suppressing body beside him.

He opened his arms to embrace one person, and that person was saved from suffering; he was truly a holy monk descended to earth.

Even the four original beings couldn't help but joke that it was the black bear in the cassock who had traveled through time to help.

The package to suppress spirits is fully optimized.

After the spirit body swapping ritual ended and the core combat power was released, the spirit body had no chance of winning whatsoever.

Renee wasn't going all out; she was just going through the motions.

With her magic, she could easily have torn open two huge spatial rifts and forcibly devoured three or four mindless spirits.

Mint treasures the tiny crystals left behind after a high-level spirit breaks.

Without temporary treatment, these crystals will quickly dissipate under normal magical conditions.

Materials with such active magical properties are highly sought-after treasures in the continent of Ana, appearing only in barter transactions.

During the battle, she happily carried the container around, imitating Vanassis before her, picking up everything in sight.

The crystals that Vanasith's gluttonous water had consumed, encasing her radiant body, were all taken back by her.

Subtly, she proudly puffed out her chest.

Looking across Anna, this combat power is unparalleled. Dozens of ferocious Rank 9 spirits, even without brains, would be high-risk units that would require careful handling by the mage tower in the Anna Empire.

But here, everyone handled things with ease, even having time to joke around, feeling no pressure at all. Some people were even able to slack off and pick up trash on the battlefield, as if they were playing some kind of search, attack, and retreat game.

"Hagiron, can you not inhale too much?" Peppermint Mom looked up and called out to Elera, who was "drinking" her fill.

"Why……"

Hagiron, still angry, roared and turned around sharply, but when he saw it was Mint's mother speaking, his voice softened instantly.

"If you absorb too much moisture, the activity of the crystals will decrease, and they may become inactive during my treatment, which is a pity."

"Would rank 8 be okay?"

"That's great! It would be even better if our ranks didn't change!"

“Okay.” Hagiron agreed without even thinking.

For her, destroying these spirits head-on was equally easy; it was simply a matter of re-condensing the massive amount of magic power she had just absorbed into her body into destructive projectiles and spitting them out.

Its magic explodes, and so do mine!

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The method of simply compressing magic into cannonballs and firing them directly is extremely extravagant.

A normal mage would feel the limits of their magic and physical strength after two or three shots, but Hagi Dragon seemed to have an automatic trigger installed. It would lock itself in as soon as it caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of its eye, and start spraying as soon as it made contact with its mouth.

Iris lock, dare to expose and dare to instantly.

Spirits without intelligence have never seen such an unreasonable fighting style, and they often try to withstand it with their energy bodies.

The highly concentrated magic projectiles struck the core of the spirit directly without any fancy moves, penetrating it instantly and leaving a void that made them look like punctured balloons.

Within seconds, the spirit wailed and turned to ashes, leaving only a small pile of relatively dull-colored but well-preserved gray crystals in place.

After browsing through history and witnessing the might of the dragon on the floating island, the group was alright, but the rainbow rain gave everyone goosebumps.

Gloria swallowed hard: "Is this a dragon?"

Plata's mouth gaped slightly as she murmured, "She... she hasn't even used her true dragon form, or fully unleashed her racial talents, and she's already this terrifying?"

Wolfen felt his mouth go dry and looked at Vanassis beside him: "Is there... any technique involved?"

Vanassis replied, "No, she just compresses her magic and spews it out forcefully, it's that simple, but anyone who touches it is either dead or seriously injured... If you had her magic throughput, you could do it too, the theory is simple, but in practice... none of us can do it."

Gloria asked curiously, "Big Bear, do you think you can take another shot?"

“One or two shots shouldn’t be a problem, right? But…” Henila Kai had just strangled a vengeful spirit with a “hug-and-kill” move, and upon hearing this, he immediately turned around, his expression very straightforward, “But why should I take it? I’m not stupid! Who wants to stand and face off against this kind of extraordinary guy head-on!”

Jiang Heyi, standing to the side, wholeheartedly agreed and felt an urge to give a thumbs up to Henilakai's clear-headed understanding.

A massive cargo of goods is rushing towards us; anyone who dares to breathe on it will become a character from an anime.

Henila Kai was able to exchange a few blows with Dayun, which meant he was already a master who was halfway to Dayun.

"Hey, why is everyone talking about Hagiron?"

Fries, somewhat indignant, swung his longsword. With a flash of light, he severed off all the tentacle-like limbs that had emerged from the ethereal form of a spirit.

Immediately afterwards, another sharp blade of light flashed, cleaving a ninth-tier spirit body in two.

"Isn't my knife fast enough?"

“We admit, Fries, your maneuver was sharp and elegant, but when it comes to visual impact…” the jailer scratched his head, “who wouldn’t enjoy watching the U-23 collide? Besides…”

With a casual flick of his wrist, a ninth-tier spirit, formed into a giant tumor and covered in tentacles, rolled out and crashed directly into another spirit.

"Orange tea, orange tea, isn't my dog-training skill awesome!"

The Tea Master was comforting each of the winged deer by holding their heads when he suddenly heard a child weighing about 100 pounds waiting for praise in the distance, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Handsome, very handsome."

After drinking Peppermint Mom's quick-acting magic recovery potion, the drained jailer brother is back to his feet!

Using the necromancy techniques taught by the Overlord, one can control completely mindless spirits when magic is abundant.

It has a kind of beauty that comes from taming little elves.

"one question."

After the squid shield elbowed a spirit, it gave way to Potato to snipe it with his mental power, and then he turned his head to the side.

"I feel like you're the kind of person who'll use this technique to find wild, beautiful female spirits and admire their prison guards."

"Uh……"

The jailer heard a chorus of "uh" sounds around him.

He glanced around again and noticed that everyone was stealing glances at him, even Elena, who was fighting the most intense battles and instantly killing monsters everywhere, was giving him a sidelong look. He couldn't hold back anymore.

"How deep is your misunderstanding of me?" the jailer argued.

"It's not a misunderstanding."

"It's not deep."

The jailer added, "I have aspirations when it comes to being a jailer."

Jiang Heyi unleashed her spiritual power, sniping the tentacles that were silently trying to wrap around Nafiel's neck.

He was already very skilled at unleashing his mental power at a fixed moment.

As he took a breath, he complained, "After all this talk, it wasn't a misunderstanding."

Why do you think my highest rating for prison guards is "food grade" instead of "star rating"?

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Elsa remained silent for a long time: "Potato, your world is truly colorful."

"No, no, no, listen to me, people like that are a minority in our area, he doesn't represent anyone!"

The prison guard, controlling the "little elf," danced and shouted, "Actually, they love the prison guards too, just not like me."

“Damn it, don’t drag us into this!” Squid shouted. “You’re creating a world-class misunderstanding!”

"I didn't say anything wrong," the jailer said innocently. "You dare say you don't like eating chicken legs, duck feet, braised pig's trotters, or spicy lamb trotters?"

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"..."

"Why are you all silent now? See? I told you, they love the prison guards too." The prison guard shrugged. "It's just that we love the prison guards from a slightly different perspective. If we broaden the definition a little, we can all be prison guards!"

French Fries covered his face: "What on earth is this guy talking about?!"

(End of this chapter)