T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The clergy chanted in unison, and a blazing white beam of light suddenly descended from the sky, completely enveloping the jailer.

The bone guardians were only slightly tainted before crumbling into ashes.

Within the pillar of light, countless tiny holy flames, like living creatures, burrowed into the gaps in his armor, attempting to annihilate and burn every inch of his necromantic aura from the physical level.

The lowly clergy awaited the moment when the jailer would vanish into thin air.

The three attributes of light, fire, and lightning have been verified to have a suppressive effect on all undead creations.

Existing exorcism techniques often combine three elements.

The magic cast on the jailer at this moment was enough to cause the deformed flesh and blood creation to fall apart, and the cursed vengeful spirits that devoured the soul to dissipate like dust and mist.

"how come……"

Amidst the holy light and the intertwining of thunder and fire, the jailer remained unmoved.

Even though the necromancy failed and all creations were destroyed, he acted as if nothing had happened, tilting his head back and looking at them with a mocking and contemptuous gaze, as if he were a clown performing in a circus.

"Brother, brother, your restraining spell is really effective, but is there any possibility..."

The jailer patted his chest lightly, and a phantom water shield formed from the Origin Element—Water—suddenly appeared.

All the spells were devoured.

Although the calm water shield was bubbling and smoking like boiling water, it had withstood the most deadly direct hit.

"I have a magical artifact!"

Since acquiring the equipment, he has lost count of how many times he has been saved from certain death situations.

The necromancer, who cannot be seen in the light, can bask in holy light without falling.

The jailer, in addition to killing, also sought to destroy my spirit: "Brothers, you who pride yourselves on being a race blessed by the gods, can't you take out your corresponding divine weapon and kill me with one blow?"

"I don't mean anything by it, I just want to see if your god really exists."

"You blasphemous demon!"

"Well said! I not only want to blaspheme him, but I also want to shit on his head!"

The jailer gritted his teeth, and in a second, he became vulgar as he was immersed in his own emotions.

The clergy remained undaunted.

Although the first attack couldn't kill the Spirit Mage, as long as the attacks continued, the Jailer's life-saving items would eventually become ineffective.

At that time, the artifact will naturally change hands.

Moreover, if they can't defeat them, does that mean necromancers can?

What undead creature can move under the light of the Holy Light?

"Yes, brothers, yes." The jailer grinned wildly, as if he knew what they were thinking.

The priest, whose attention was focused on the jailer, was suddenly startled to find that the blankets had vanished from their spot.

While searching around, they discovered that she had somehow gotten directly beneath them, and was holding a... corpse in her arms?

"Echoes of Vengeance!" The jailer pointed a gun at the priest, "Ritual Magic—Gravity Disruption."

In an instant, the priest who was cosplaying as a god in the air fell to the ground with a thud, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

This is what the jailer meant when he said he found a treasure when he picked up the corpse of the level 6 mage.

The last spell this guy cast before he died was a ritual magic that could alter gravity within a certain area, causing people to plummet.

Originally, with his abilities, it would have been impossible for him to cast ritual magic alone. However, in the game, the necromancer's Echo of the Wraith can ignore the casting vessel and forcibly demand that the dead spirit possess the body again.

As for the cost of casting the spell...

Anyway, it has nothing to do with necromancers.

While he was pondering, the corpse of the 6th-tier mage exploded into a cloud of blood mist and ceased to exist.

Naturally, every spell comes at a price.

If no one can be found to pay the price, then the caster must bear the consequences.

Even though it is dead, it still has the power to punish it.

The necromancer, acting as a middleman, is unaffected by the costs.

The jailer laughed heartily: "Now I can steal your holy light magic, thank you everyone~~~"

Chapter 474 Rushing into Ordinary People's Homes

He really wanted the 8th-tier holy light-type ritual magic.

Despite constantly grumbling about the jailer, when it came to the crucial moment, he fearlessly rushed forward, braving the indiscriminate gravity magic, and plunged his blade into the heart of the 8th-tier priest.

The eighth-rank priest glared angrily at the bed, his magic dissipating in pain. Then, she stabbed him in the kidneys with a backhand, dissipating his last bit of strength to fight back.

The overwhelming force of the crushing weight, like a mountain collapsing, turned the arrogant priest who had pointed his sword at the jailer into watermelon juice, which was spilled all over the ground.

The team was wiped out, and 12450 points were earned.

Minions are like delicious desserts, while high-level combatants are like the main course; both are essential parts to experience.

"Without our help, if you encounter a genuine Cleric brigade, you won't even be able to summon a single Creature." Orange Tea curled her lip. "Is this the true value of being the top DPS in a guild under Potato Fries?"

"Stop yelling, stop yelling!" the jailer said shamelessly. "What if I said I liked being yelled at? What would you do then?"

"..."

He clenched his fist under the covers and said fiercely, "Are you still going to control the spirits or not?!"

The jailer quickly got down to business and took control of the 8th-tier mage's scattered soul.

Ritual magic, Holy Flame Chains acquired.

If a 6th-tier mage's ritual magic in the Last Dance can wipe out a whole group of people, wouldn't an 8th-tier mage be able to fly to the heavens!

"Speaking of which, it really is quite strange."

The jailer looked around at the lowly buildings that had been razed to the ground by the zombie explosion.

"Aside from when we first entered the city, this is the first time we've encountered an 8th-tier mage, right?"

Where did everyone go?

Freya's points have exceeded 30.

With Potato Fries out of the battle, the four Primarchs and Squid have disappeared, and only Arerave and Jailer are currently racking up points at the boundary between the real and the virtual, gradually falling behind.

My current score is 272503.

Aside from the flesh and metal spider and the flesh and flesh greatsword in Potato Fries' hands, there was no sign of any other Freya creations.

How does she keep accumulating points?

"Be careful in bed, there's been a sudden earthquake here."

"But the lowly people seemed to have been prepared all along, and were inexplicably cheering."

Looking at the message from under the covers, she asked, puzzled, "Where are you guys now?"

Squid replied, "It's hard to say, but it's probably around the Holy Land of the Lowly, where the people here are saying... the Titans will save them?"

The jailer scoffed.

Giant Warrior, I'm still Goomba!

I read the private messages aloud from my bed.

"what?"

She couldn't help but ask back, "Explain clearly, what do you mean by 'stood up'?"

"The church and the castle, have they stood up?"

Taking advantage of the chaos, the four Primal Bodies and the Squid stripped a group of high-ranking mages of their clothes and made their way against the flow towards the Holy Land.

The city of Rong'en was thrown into chaos by the terror of the extermination order.

All the checks and investigations he should have encountered along the way were thwarted by his magician's robes and the badge that served as a token.

Just as they were repeating their old tricks and entering the holy site for the big event.

The earth is shaking.

At first, there was only a slight shaking, as if some enormous creature was turning over underground.

But soon, the tremors became violent, rubble tumbled down from the broken walls, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the ground, from which a mixture of golden and pale red light seeped.

Upon seeing this, the common and lowly people all knelt down.

They chanted obscure prayers with fervor, their voices distorting in the air like ancient incantations, lingering in mid-air.

Following the direction in which they were kneeling in worship, a church erupted with a loud "boom".

Suddenly, the spire of the entire church collapsed, and stones and stained glass fell like rain, refracting dazzling colors in the pure light.

The fragments did not hit the ground; instead, they floated eerily in mid-air, as if being supported by an invisible force.

The church walls collapsed inward and then immediately expanded outward; the bricks and reliefs seemed to writhe and recombine like living things.

The Gothic spires transform into a menacing crown, and the stained glass windows are pieced together to form the outline of the colossus's "eyes".

The clock located on the central axis of the church building collapsed inward, revealing a large, fiery, dark red crystal core.

Like the Cyclops's large, undeniable eye.

The castle towers became its shoulder armor, and the street pavers transformed into scale-like armor for its legs.

Within a few breaths, a building that houses the daily worship and prayer of the congregation rose from the ground.

Then came the second one, and the third one.

They stood like mountains surrounding the holy site. Even in the commoner district of Rong'en City, the jailer and his group could notice these enormous creatures, shrouded in fiery red mist and incorporating elements of earth, metal, and other elements.

In just a short while, at least 30 such colossal objects stood on the horizon.

"Big C, can your corpse explosion kill it?" Orange Tea nudged the jailer.

The jailer, unusually, didn't argue.

"If it were made of flesh and blood, and 30 of them were connected together, I could make Rong En City collectively receive the ascension plot."

The shock of seeing these monsters for the first time was no less than when I was a child and saw my older brother control our main base to rise from the ground and escape from the battlefield.

The special creations that the lowly beings called Colossus Warriors also advanced forward in unison.

They ignored the fleeing, lowly people and simply repeated the action of "forward," creating an effect equivalent to the prison guards' corpse explosion.

The mere vibrations from its movement caused the surrounding buildings to collapse with a crash.

Countless lowly beings were crushed into mincemeat by the colossal warriors, the very weapons of their own kind, amidst their pitiful wails.

They pleaded, prayed, and cursed, but all to no avail.

Wherever the colossus passed, a bloody red carpet followed.

"Magic energy collection complete."

"Magic source analysis complete."

"locking"

The repeated "lock" sounds created ripples in the empty space, echoing repeatedly.

The two red, single-eyed creatures simultaneously stared in the direction of the jailer.

In that instant, they became the protagonists of the battlefield.

It became the object of the Giant Warrior's greatest concern and attention.

"I'm here to see you, Big C," Orange Tea muttered.

"There's no need to be so enthusiastic." The jailer tried to appear calm, but he was already wiping away sweat.

Don't be ridiculous. No matter how powerful the zombie explosion is, it's impossible to destroy so many humanoid mobile castles that are about 15 meters tall in one go.

As expected of the Lowly Ones' largest military fortress, one of the five holy cities, it actually hides such a huge toy underground!

Moreover, the opposing team had a range advantage, standing far away in a straight line, forming a clear T-shaped counter formation against the three of them.