T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"This is... an eighth-tier sea monster..." Orange Tea swallowed.

Even if it's a sneak attack, to be able to kill someone of the same rank in one hit is just too exaggerated.

Kesha was about to say something more when the smile on his face vanished like the tide.

"The Narum family even has this?"

In the darkness in the distance, the warehouse located underground slowly opened, and a new group of dolls silently moved forward, stepping over their companions who were lying haphazardly all over the courtyard.

An invisible sense of oppression gathered from all directions, and the magic was visibly thinning out.

"Puppets?" The entire group from the boundary between reality and illusion gathered around Jiang Heyi, warily eyeing the hundreds of bizarre puppets.

Unlike the puppets I had seen before, which had rich expressions and movements, these puppets were dull and lifeless, with empty, lifeless eyes.

The four Primarchs wanted to release their elemental shields ahead of time, but they couldn't muster even a fraction of their magic power.

Why can't I cast magic?

“It’s normal that it can’t be released.” Kesha said solemnly. “This is an anti-magic doll, a magic nemesis created by combining the techniques of doll making, alchemy, and potion making.”

"This number... is enough to wage a siege against several eighth-tier mages."

"Shouldn't it be expensive to build?" Feeling the suppressive force of magic pressing down on him from all around, the jailer took deep breaths.

“The Narum family is richer than a country.” Ksha scoffed. “Potato, your abilities are weak. It’s difficult for you to deal with this number of puppets. I can help you out.”

Oppressed by the Glutton's incarnation and restrained by the demon-suppressing field artificially created by the demon-suppressing doll, Ksha is no longer at ease.

"We can't use magic, we'll just have to break them apart physically." French Fries was eager to try. "We'll get a lot of experience points!"

"Why do you think that expensive demon-suppressing dolls are just stakes that can be easily destroyed? Wake up."

"Why would you be thinking of us? What happened in between that we don't know about?" The jailer looked left and right. "Besides, we haven't even tried it yet, how do you know it won't work?"

"Kesha!"

Joseph's voice came from afar; he was sheltered by the Demon-Suppressing Doll.

"I don't care why you killed Bavi. Now, I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself: kill them!"

Ke Xia turned icy cold in an instant when facing Jiang Heyi's smiling face.

"You mean, the Narum family intends to kill an eighth-tier sea monster?"

"Would you kill any alien race that threatens the interests of the Sirens?" Josel countered.

Kesha glanced at Jiang Heyi not far away and licked his lips: "I was thinking of taking him back to the royal court to introduce him to the siren sisters, but I refuse."

The entire team focused on Jiang Heyi, blurring the lines between the virtual and real worlds.

"What plot point did you trigger?"

"I didn't, I don't understand, I don't know! She came up to me and started having an attack!" Jiang Heyi had no idea what had happened.

Josel no longer waited. With his hands clasped together, the demon-suppressing puppets surrounding the boundary between reality and illusion began their advance in a military formation.

“Listen, I’ll create a small opening for you later. You must escape, especially Potato,” Kesha said, his voice lingering. “I must take you to the royal court!”

Sister, look closely, we're all barely able to save ourselves. Without magic, you're just a fish that won't last long. What's the point of being funny now?

Jiang Heyi released the suppression she had placed on Kesha, and sure enough... the magic she released could be distorted by the demon-suppressing puppet.

"It's all your fault, you loosened it too late!" Kesha finally broke down, sweating profusely. "I have another method."

"The siren's scales naturally store a vast amount of magic power. If I shatter my own scales, I can unleash a massive ritual spell... I might be reduced to dust, but if you promise me you'll go to the Fallen Star Royal Court in the north..."

Kesha gritted his teeth: "I can help you."

If Jiang Heyi had previously regarded Kesha as a strange and eccentric sea monster, he was truly shocked at this moment.

What is she after? Is she willing to give up everything just for a promise?

Clearly, keeping Ksha alive can trigger a magical plot line.

Looking at the massive, silently advancing demon-suppressing puppets... this is going to be quite difficult.

French fries took the initiative, having been previously affected by Kshatriya's AOE attack, and activated [Praise of Pain]!

The Elemental Heart longsword cleaved down onto the shoulder of a demon-suppressing doll with unstoppable force, its remaining power still slicing straight down.

The doll's arm fell off, but it was not seriously injured.

The terrifying thing about old-fashioned dolls is that they lack spirit, but they are not afraid of suffering and are the most fearless warriors.

French fries was nearly surrounded by the dolls, but jumped back into the crowd, still shaken.

"So sturdy, it can even weaken the weapon's own blessing, what a scoundrel!"

"Protect Kesha!"

To think that not long ago they were on opposing sides, but now they have to turn around and protect her... that's the flexible stance of gamers.

The individual difficulty is not as high as the underground temple, but it's still very annoying.

Just as Zhong Zemo knocked one down with his shield, a demon-suppressing puppet pounced on him, chasing after him like a zombie, its imposing presence causing him to retreat repeatedly.

It has specialized military formation coordination. If one person is in trouble, help will come from all directions. The boundary between reality and illusion is often broken only when a single puppet is destroyed, and then it will be surrounded.

Mint considered many special circumstances and prepared many props for the boundary between reality and illusion, but she never expected that the Narum family had a powerful weapon to suppress magic.

"Kexia, you're not allowed to touch the demon scales!" Jiang Heyi commanded, slapping Kexia's hand away from the demon scales.

Damn it, you absolutely cannot die in my Siren's Court side quest!

Kexia stared blankly at Jiang Heyi's towering figure...

Dozens of times more puppets than the boundary between the virtual and real worlds continuously squeezed their activity area, but the rate of destruction could not keep up with the progress of their encirclement.

Is it really impossible to save it?

"Whoo~~~~~~"

A biting wind swept into the Narum mansion, and the green grass and towering trees withered and froze.

The earth is frozen, and extreme cold has arrived.

Joseph stared in bewilderment at the falling snowflakes, reached out and caught one, watching it melt away with his body heat.

If Ksha cannot cast magic, where does the snow come from?

"Waaaaah~~~~~"

A fierce snowstorm raged, the sound of the wind like the blood-soaked wails of countless dead, crashing into the ears of all the living.

Joseph felt a chill run down his spine.

He trembled as he watched the snowstorm intensify.

He remembered a legend.

An ancient legend that terrifies, instills awe, and makes the snow-capped mountains a taboo for the local people of Sai'ang.

The boundary between the real and the virtual also noticed the strange wind and snow. The snow and the wind seemed to have the power to distort light, and their vision could not reach the distance, leaving only darkness.

The darkness was writhing.

The white skeleton burst through the snow mist.

That was the skeleton of a snow fox, an empty shell devoid of flesh and blood, yet it seemed to move as if it were alive.

Huge cow bones followed, then sheep, then bears, and then various kinds of birds.

They rubbed against the skeletal body like messengers, producing rhythmic sounds, as if playing ceremonial music.

The dead clear the way, bones bow their heads, and birds circle overhead.

Clothed in snowflakes and veiled in snow mist, an outline appeared on the path guided by the Bone Messenger.

Only outlines remained; the light was distorted, and all gazes directed toward it received only shaky, blurry messages, as if their senses had been stripped away from reality.

The howling wind and snow formed a magnificent chorus, with countless voices booming, human voices, the sound of snow, and the sounds of all spirits merging into one.

They're screaming!

Chapter 146 Trial of the Demons

Water droplets freeze instantly.

The exhaled breath had turned into white mist.

Inhale, and a sharp pain shot through your nasal cavity.

The skin senses temperature through numbness.

Extreme cold penetrated my limbs, and my body and mind became stiff.

Orange Tea recalled the passage on the title page of the book "Tales of the Snow Mountain" on the desk in the study.

“He was there long before the name of the shriek was bestowed upon the mountains.”

"Lord of all spirits in the snowy mountains".

"As seen by the disrespectful..."

"Devil."

For hundreds and thousands of years, there have been many witnesses to the strange snow and demons, but in the end, they all became unverifiable absurdities in the mouths of the world, becoming material for bards and villains in the works of writers.

Whether out of awe, curiosity, or some kind of divine warning, Joseph consulted literary works about "demons" before personally signing the massacre order.

Reading the grotesque descriptions of the demons, one finds a warm and inviting mansion, yet also a chilling, wintery atmosphere.

He feigned composure and treated it as a joke.

With the empire at its zenith and its vast territory, what fear is there of mere demons?

Upon thinking of this, the trembling in Joseph's eyes ceased.

He looked around at the demon-suppressing dolls, feeling the "field" released by their collective resonance. This great power, enough to annihilate the magic of an eighth-tier mage, was a manifestation of the empire's peak national strength.

It is a powerful testament to the shackles the empire placed upon magicians, causing them to fall back into the mortal realm from their unrestrained transcendence.

"Under the guise of suppressing demons, it's nothing but a bunch of tricks and charlatans!"

"Let me see what you really are beneath the fog!"

With a wave of his hand, Josel caused the demon-suppressing puppets to turn around, and a resonant demon-suppressing field enveloped them from above.

In his vision, the magic would twist, the snow would stop, and everything would come to light.

The wind and snow are still there.

No, the snowstorm has intensified.

The howling wind emitted a chilling low whistle, and the puppet closest to the demon froze, no longer moving.

"The demon suppression failed?"

Joseph was struck dumb, his face turned deathly pale, and he staggered back a few steps.

The demon-suppressing doll that gave him a great sense of security is ceasing to function at a visible rate.

An invisible hand, through incredible means, suppressed the central function of the puppets, causing them to fall back into hibernation.

Joseph suddenly became unable to move; his hands and feet sank into an indescribable mud. He struggled to break free, but could not move an inch.

In Jiang Heyi and the others' view, Joseph seemed to be performing a pantomime, his face flushed red.

The snow fox skeleton slowly walked out, followed by cows, sheep, and tree people pieced together from pieces of wood.

They passed through the silent demon-suppressing dolls and surrounded Josel.

Jiang Heyi swallowed hard. He remembered that the tribe that Joseph had ordered to be massacred in the letter seemed to be...

"what!!!!!"

The pitiful cries pierced the wind and snow.

Joseph's arm was torn to shreds by the snow fox, and blood spurted out.

The ox bone raised its sharp horns, pierced his belly, and mercilessly ripped open a large gash.

The sheep raised its hooves and easily crushed his kneecaps.

The snow tree spirit transformed into a campfire, scorching the chin of Joseph, who was kneeling in pain.