A Game for Everyone: God-Level Talent is Achieved Through Rolling In.

In a panic, Jing Diaonian quickly lifted all seventy-two incense burners from the ground around him into the air.

Andrei had just filled it with different spices, and with a wave of his hand, the spices spread out different mists, which then evolved into various illusions such as flying birds, whales, mountains, trees, water flowers, etc.

The Incense Guide hovered above the head of the rapidly changing seasons, swirling and turning, with golden seal characters constantly swirling out, some of which faintly contained a portion of the golden seal characters that belonged to Yan Zheng as a gift.

The seal script characters were pasted on the various illusions, making them even more elusive and filling the narrow castle hall without leaving a single gap.

However, under the overwhelming and seemingly endless force, the illusion continued to dissipate.

Andrei also realized the problem and said to Ji Jing Diaonian, "This is very strange. It's not something we can handle. Niannian, you take Mary and hide. Don't worry about me. Even if I die here, I can resurrect at the resurrection point in a nearby town, and no one will realize anything is wrong."

Ji Jing Diao Nian shook his head: "It hasn't come to that yet."

She was certainly aware that she was no match for this strange power, but her inherent pride prevented her from giving in so easily.

Most importantly, she still doesn't know what kind of power this is, or where it came from.

Completely confused, my mind is full of mysteries.

She was unwilling to flee under these circumstances.

She would rather die here than fail to uncover some of the secrets hidden behind this mysterious power.

And even if she really dies here, what can that power do to her?

Will they lock her up? Will they interrogate her like You Yuehan interrogated those she captured?

If that's the case, then there's nothing to be afraid of; it's worth the risk.

With a struggle, she managed to spare a sliver of attention, flicked her finger, and sent a wisp of smoke to retrieve a thumb-sized scroll from her waist, tossing it beside Nie Wan's clone.

"Thank you, guild master, please lead them into the props."

"no need."

Nie Wan's voice came from behind, but unlike her slow speech when she occasionally came to check on things before, this time she spoke at a very normal pace.

Even though she was almost at her limit, and was frantically trying to recover the health that was constantly dropping from her head and dealing with the rapidly accumulating debuffs in her status bar, Ji Jing Diao Nian couldn't help but turn her head forcefully to look at Nie Wan, who was suddenly acting out of character.

"Leave everything to me."

Nie Wan's second sentence came over at this moment.

Then she stepped forward on her own and stood beside the withered old man.

After gazing at the void for a moment, Nie Wan stretched out her hand, and a power that stirred the heart of Ji Jing Diao Nian flowed from her fingertips.

Then she loosely clenched her hands, as if grasping something, and tore it up and down casually.

The silent, rolling air currents completely collapsed the ancient castle.

Outside the castle, a player hidden in the void fell through a spatial rift, his body also torn apart, blood mist drifting in the air.

His soul immediately left his body, wanting to return to the resurrection point. But Nie Wanyao reached out and grabbed it, pulling it into the castle.

"Good heavens..." Queen Mary always had to be speechless at some point.

It's not that I'm amazed that the president turned the tide so easily upon arrival; such things are to be expected, it's happened more than once or twice, it's commonplace and nothing to be surprised about.

She was worried about something else.

Just as she had worried, Ji Jing Diaonian immediately asked Nie Wan, "President, have you canceled all the other clones?"

It's no secret that even You Yuehan couldn't handle having too many clones.

To unleash such power, at least half of the existing clones would need to be eliminated.

To help their team, they had to cancel their other clones, which would delay operations in other service areas... Neither the master nor the apprentice wanted to be the ones to hold them back.

Nie Wan is no longer as slow-witted as before. Although she has not yet returned to her prime, she is gradually getting closer, so she immediately understands the two people's worries.

She smiled, her long hair swaying gently in the breeze: "I haven't burdened anyone, so you can rest assured."

After saying that, she pulled the panicked soul in front of her and examined it carefully.

Upon entering the Ross service area, the three generations of the family had prepared a common language book for this clone, so Nie Wan could roughly understand that the player's ID was "Cuckoo Crying for the Sun".

His profession is Holy Light Priest, a lineage inherited from the Vatican.

He had a very special communication device on him, not from the Ross service area, and the pattern was more like the lily pattern from the Gauls.

But what was even more special than the prop was the subtle aura he carried.

The air of concepts.

Nie Wan found him increasingly interesting and scrutinized him from head to toe.

The cuckoo that called for the sun was terrified by her gaze.

He sensed a terrifying aura emanating from this person.

It also comes from the gods, but it is much more profound than his.

Moreover, and moreover...

He dared not delve into it too deeply, fearing the truth would cause him to suffer a mental breakdown.

But Nie Wan showed no restraint, recklessly unleashing the oppressive aura emanating from the disguised conceptual corpse.

The inheritance of the Goddess of Memory has progressed further, and things are going as planned. With the power of inheritance, each clone can become a little more independent.

Even better, they also gained the authority to memorize concepts.

This directly enabled the clone to take a big step forward in becoming independent and autonomous.

After distributing the authority to each clone, Nie Wan gradually separated the disguised conceptual corpse hidden in the Night Banquet Map from the vast memories in her mind and distributed them to each clone.

Now, each clone can govern itself, make independent judgments, and only report the situation to the main body when necessary.

After the concept was infinitely fragmented, it finally reached a level that could be accepted and digested.

It hasn't been fully digested yet, but it can already be incorporated into skills to deal with others.

This power from the conceptual corpse is far greater than the meager conceptual gifts inherited by the cuckoo that cries out for the sun.

Therefore, with a single blow, the opponent's conceptual pressure shattered immediately. Without the protection of the concept, he had no chance to resist under Nie Wan's hands.

Nie Wanzai carefully examined it, and even used her memory concept access to peek into its memories, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"They must be Armand's men."

"How could you know!" the cuckoo calling to the sun blurted out, then tried to cover its mouth.

He didn't want to speak.

He knew that the person opposite him was far stronger than him in every way, and that speaking in front of him would only reveal his weaknesses; remaining silent was the best course of action. However…