T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

As hundreds and thousands of spirits surged toward them like a tidal wave, the cold, lifeless beings surprisingly displayed expressions of confusion, almost as if they were human.

"Squid, you're so calm."

The jailer is a jailer indeed; he can generate will-o'-the-wisps with his bare hands, crush a spirit with a fiery fist, and still chat with it all.

No wonder Huang Liang Yi Meng from the neighboring guild thinks that his second job could be a bard, chatting and singing from beginning to end, transforming into a battlefield songstress and maximizing his role.

"Can't you focus a little more when you're playing a dungeon?"

The squid's magic-suppressing shield remains a no-go zone for magical life forms; one smash and a whole swarm is wiped out, making it an unparalleled mowing-down-laws.

"Did you meet me on the first day?"

The tide of the dead engulfed the two and severed the battlefield.

From this moment on, the two must form their own independent army.

"You necromancer, besides AOE skills like Corruption and Corpse Explosion that are incredibly effective against flesh and blood, do you have no way to deal with spirits?"

"There's never been a dungeon before that required dealing with a massive number of spirits," the jailer said, feeling wronged. "I chose Corrupted Corpse Explosion as a warm-up for the World Championship, not wanting to hold everyone back. Who knew the World Championship would suddenly be canceled, and we'd have to play a different kind of World Championship instead."

When it comes to dealing with magic suppression, the spirits gave the same answer to the magicians of this world—if you can't hit it, there's no point; just circle around and attack.

Realizing the danger of the magic ban, Zhong Zemo became like a boulder in a torrent, with the surging torrent rushing past both sides of his shield, indirectly increasing the strength of the jailer.

The little spirit summoned by the jailer was torn to pieces by several times the number of evil spirits; it was no match for the overwhelming resentment accumulated by the tragically deceased spirits.

"I need to think of something! The undead have passed through us to find potatoes!"

"The jailer shouted."

"Damn it, select skill, activate!"

The jailer was about to choose the [Soul Fire] he had previously favored, but he was stunned.

[Beginner Spirit Manipulation]? Was this previously available in the selectable skills?

Surprisingly, it's categorized as one of the advanced knowledge areas.

"Is this a product of a version update? If so, let me try it out!"

The moment I selected it, knowledge related to [Beginner Spirit Control] flooded my mind.

The skills and knowledge of the Proof of the Stars are all based on real-world prototypes.

In a different world, with a suitable environment, it can be restored to a certain extent and used. This is what the candlelight revealed during the dinner party.

Information raced through his mind, and the jailer, in a daze, understood the wonders of the skill.

"I see. Consuming magic power allows one to control the bull spirit, but it's easy to feel tired?"

a piece of cake.

The jailer pulled out a mint-flavored potion set, put it in his mouth, and tilted his head back.

"Ton ton ton~~~~"

He turned around abruptly and shouted incoherently through his slurred mouth at the spirit that was about to rush behind Jiang Heyi.

"Shrimp in the hall!"

Several spirits came to an abrupt halt.

He spat out the two medicine bottles and burped.

"Self-destruct...no, can it self-destruct?"

The tone of the voice upon hearing the news conveyed a sense of affirmation.

The spirit ignited into a raging fire, twisting and struggling within the flames.

"What's so fun about self-immolation? You're just going to die with other spirits!" the jailer clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

The remaining individual consciousness of the spirit tried to resist the jailer's outrageous orders, but the powerful output of magic crushed its thoughts.

Suddenly, several illusory blue flames appeared in the torrent of spirits. Spirits passed to spirits, and in an instant, dozens of spirits broke free from the control of the bone dragon and the jailer, roaring and fighting.

"What skill is that? Mind control?" Zhong Zemo was surprised.

The jailer exclaimed excitedly: "What a fun skill! I feel like it will be incredibly useful in the World Championship!"

By being able to force a spirit to speak, one can obtain information.

Dead people can't talk?

I don't think so.

Just as the jailer was feeling smug, Zhong Zemo shoved him behind him and raised the anti-magic shield high above his head.

The dazzling "moonlight" descended from the sky, and the magic-suppressing energy contained within the shield formed a narrow magical field, which was difficult to resist.

The eerie light, carrying the desolate intent of death, froze the magic-suppressing shield, and the chill traveled up Zhong Zemo's arm from his palm.

A direct attack can be blocked, but the secondary magic effect remains in effect.

The jailer proved reliable at the crucial moment, reacting quickly with a powerful flying kick that sent Zhong Zemo tumbling out of the way, ending the one-sided beating.

Jiang Heyi never thought that the two of them could stop the surging tide of undead. It was already a miracle that the jailer could delay the attack for a while.

With excellent equipment and the Monkey King buff, a single three-hit combo can crush the vast majority of monsters.

Bone dragons are not included.

The first wave of the Tide Summoning spell struck the high-hanging moon squarely, shattering the bone dragon's transformation and causing it to lose its balance and fall into the air.

French Fries combined the fury of the Lion with the power of Bloodlust in a powerful strike, shattering the bone dragon's skull and extinguishing the black flames in its eyes.

But it recovered so quickly that, just before it fell to the ground, its shattered bones healed, and the moonlight shone brightly before it.

The dagger pierced through the blanket, revealing up close the original appearance of the lustrous "moonlight"—countless spirits bound and enslaved by the bone dragon.

Beneath the shimmering milky-white light were countless hideous human faces.

The combined torrent of the four primal entities swept across the spirit shield without producing a single spark.

Unwilling to believe in evil, the bed suddenly turned around and rushed in from the side of the bone dragon, climbing the ladder of heaven along the spine, stepping on the skull, and stabbing down with a knife.

She longed for the standard combo moves of dragon-slaying warriors in literary works.

"Today it's my turn to slay the dragon!"

He raised the dagger from under the covers and stabbed again.

Two consecutive attacks failed to elicit any response from the bone dragon beneath their feet.

He glanced at the dagger under the covers. It had a light enchantment and a skill bonus for breaking stealth, but what about its damage?

"run!"

She heard the French fries yell.

Why run? The top of the dragon's head is its absolute defensive weakness; its massive size means it cannot clear the obstacles above its head using any part of its body.

Can it even cast spells on its own head?

The hair on the sweat stood on end.

My body reacted first, leaping out of the blankets and jumping off the dragon carriage.

She nimbly turned around in mid-air and saw a scene that made her scalp tingle.

The dragon's spirit broke free from the constraints of its skeletal body and floated into the air. Its enormous dragon claw had already pierced through the bone dragon's skull, and the surging magic crackled and distorted space.

If she had been a second later, she would have been turned into a bedpan!

Even with its soul separated from its body, the bone dragon continued its attack, hurtling straight toward the boundary between reality and illusion.

The mountains are charging!

"You can do that? Soul leaving the body, dual-threaded operation?"

Jiang Heyi realized the seriousness of the problem.

"As long as there is a spirit, it is invincible."

The Bone Dragon controls thousands upon thousands of spirits.

The jailer was almost burned to ashes in the tide of the dead. Exhausted, he repeatedly controlled his spirit to spontaneously combust and rekindle the flame.

From initially controlling a few spirits to now controlling more than twenty at once, his mastery is rapidly improving.

However, compared to the total number of spirits manipulated by the Bone Dragon, the two are not even on the same level.

The predicament of fighting on two fronts compressed the operational space at the boundary between the virtual and the real. After the Temple of the Clarity, this was the first monster that could make them sweat profusely.

"Help me, Tea God, grant me a blessing to eat!"

The jailer is still trying his best.

The Tea God also wanted to help, but the battlefield was divided, and blessings could not be delivered precisely.

Just as this unlucky fellow and Zhong Zemo were about to be torn apart by the spirit, the Tea God came to his senses.

She took out the prepared ingredients and swallowed them in one gulp.

A fiery glow bursts forth from the orange tea.

The sun hangs high in the sky, and raindrops fall to the ground.

Chapter 313 Let Me Be Awesome to You

Gloria's phantom appeared, and her dazzling radiance repelled the undead army that was within arm's reach.

She casually waved her hand, and a beam of light descended, enveloping the jailer and filling his body with warm light.

The undead that tried to approach burned and evaporated, turning into dust that filled the sky.

Orange Tea summoned an avatar and selected the [Gloria Substitute] skill.

They will descend in the form of an incarnation or a substitute.

Without requiring the player to focus on operation, the weakened version of the Stand, Golia, can act like a summon, briefly helping the user out of trouble and releasing skills learned in her previous life as needed.

“The burden will be borne by you personally. Are you ready?” Gloria asked.

Orange Tea nodded vigorously and ordered, "Priority objective: protect everyone. Second objective: eliminate the Bone Dragon."

Gloria intertwined her fingers, her palms overflowing with holy light.

Warm specks of light permeated the area around the seven people at the boundary between reality and illusion, transforming into streams of light that penetrated their bodies.

Exhausted, Zhong Zemo felt as if the heavy, magic-suppressing round shield in his hand was nothing.

Her legs, which had already gone limp, moved with light steps. With a light touch on the ground, it was as if she had grown wings, soaring over the undead and ignoring the obstacles to reach the jailer's side.

As Zhong Zemo helped the prison guard up, he murmured, "I feel..."

"Full of power?" the jailer predicted. "I feel the same way."

Despite his magic power being far outpaced by the healing power of the mint potion, he felt dizzy and collapsed.

After being gently soothed by Gloria's light, her body felt like a computer that had been turned on for a long time was restarted, and everything became smooth again.

The other three, who fought the bone dragon to exhaustion, felt it even more deeply. The abundant power made them feel as if they could fly to the moon and pluck stars from the sky!

"This is the Golden Word Technique."

French Fries looked up at Gloria's posture of praying with her eyes closed. She transformed into a phantom and hovered behind everyone, as if she were the eighth member of the team, casting boundless holy light to dispel all evil.

Both she and Orange Tea had read the Sun Shower Squad's diary, and they had written down every detail.

Whenever the team is at a disadvantage, Gloria will unleash this family innate secret technique, which is like the power of a siren's words.

The tide of battle could be turned in an instant.

Enhances physical and magical damage.

Increases damage resistance.

Becoming a Heroic Spirit chosen by the world's consciousness also grants enhanced recovery and a soft invincibility effect, allowing non-fatal injuries to heal slowly.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this should be the limit of Golia's innate bloodline power, the ultimate goal of growth that the Golden Royal Family has been striving to reach.

Historically, no one has ever used this miraculous power of words.

Reality and games, the boundary between the virtual and the real, have become the primary witnesses.