Origin Player.

Chapter 677 The Great Powers Who Killed the Great Powers
The night passed.

Jiang He paid with a silver bracelet at the Tree Hole Tavern, in exchange for several kinds of dwarven spirits.

The old dwarf at the bar offers a complimentary hearty breakfast: mineral rock flatbread, smoked rock lamb ribs, and mushroom soup, all packed with energy that can keep a dwarf mining all day without feeling tired.

As the sun rises.

The three of them arrived together amidst the cold wind and snow.

A handsome young man gripped the hilt of a knife, a young female priest held his arm tightly, and an old man in a cloak walked with a cane, five-colored elemental light flowing between the gems at the tip of the cane.

Warriors, priests, and mages are all at the pinnacle of heroism.

Clearly, the illusion created by the illusionist Crimson was not without basis. The four people are most likely acquaintances, and they only need one tank to complete the most basic division of labor for a team.

"Sister Scarlet!"

The girl started waving on tiptoe from a great distance, her face beaming with smiles.

A smile appeared on the Crimson Illusionist's face. The Twilight World enslaves hundreds of subordinate worlds and is extremely rich in resources. Once you become a formal Twilight citizen, there is little competition for resources among them, so the relationship between players is not too tense.

"I'm so glad to see you're willing to come down here. It's hard to climb to a high place if you just stay in your hometown. Just like the creatures of this icy sea world, they are born heroes, but they have no hope of progress. While you're young, you should take a chance."

The cloaked old man curled his lip, while the young priestess listened as if she had heard the Bible. The handsome young man had a hint of admiration in his eyes, completely ignoring what Scarlet said and just nodding repeatedly.

Crimson stepped aside and introduced, "This is our tank master, a top-tier expert. He can detect my illusions, so his abilities are beyond question."

Jiang He, clad in heavy armor, nodded slightly.

The young priestess was somewhat fearful, clearly lacking courage. She was a master of exceptional skills, a true "master" in her time. Killing an elite would probably be a matter of one move for her. Even in the age of heroes, she could still easily kill peak beings. If she went all out, they would surely meet in life or death within ten or twenty rounds.

"May I ask your name, senior?" the handsome young man asked curiously.

“Si Ning,” Jiang He replied simply.

Scarlet smiled and said, "I guess they are descendants of the Si and Ning family elders. Legendary heavy armor is not something everyone has. Being able to wear it at the hero level means they have endless potential."

After exchanging pleasantries, the group subtly inquired about the new member's background. Unfortunately, Jiang He didn't say much. However, as a player of Twilight, she was not as lacking in manners as the players of All Beings and The End, who would betray her at the drop of a hat.

“I’m familiar with a few of you, but just to be on the safe side, let’s sign a contract,” Crimson said. “I believe that hunting the Frost Dragon King is a key part of investigating the First King, and it may involve the powerful natives of this world—the first generation of Witchers. As for the spoils of the dragon hunt, Si Ning and I will each take 35%, and you can split the rest equally.”

There is no objection; the expert with exceptional skills is the absolute core of the team.

Crimson took out a roll of parchment, which was surprisingly of the sub-legendary level. The handsome young man was secretly amazed. It seemed that Crimson was very confident, otherwise she would not have gone to such lengths.

"No harming each other, no maliciously framing teammates, no concealing mission-related information when questioned... otherwise, the power of the world's destiny will punish you, and may even trigger the legendary heavenly lightning."

Including Jiang He, several people dripped blood one after another. The blood itself was not important; the key was the symbol of "consent" from the mysterious realm.

"Alright," Scarlet laughed. "Let's set off then."

When the contract was signed, the invisible barrier between everyone and Jiang He disappeared. The young female priest no longer held the young man's arm, and the old man took off his cloak, revealing a weathered face.

Crimson raised her hands high, and a bright red magic circle appeared on the ground, materializing a longship—the Immortal-grade item Herlinfani, one of her acquisitions in this world. It was a magical boat that could fly at low altitudes over land.

The five people boarded the boat, and as the crimson oars swayed, the magic boat began to move quickly.

It far surpasses the speed of a galloping warhorse.

At the center of the magic ship, a pile of armor and corpses were burning, serving as the energy source for rapid propulsion.

Jiang He quietly tore into the smoked lamb ribs when suddenly a pair of big, blinking eyes appeared in front of her, staring straight at the mask.

The young female priest asked curiously, "With such beautiful eyes, you must be a very handsome man. Why do you wear a mask? It's a bit of a hassle to stuff food into it."

Jiang He was momentarily dazed. The last girl who called him "senior" had been killed by his own hands in the world of gods. Things had changed. The little priest in front of him almost made him think that he hadn't killed her completely. Fortunately, he didn't reveal his killing intent in the end.

"What's the point of wearing armor if you're not wearing a face shield?" Jiang He said dismissively.

Crimson nodded in agreement. "A defense with flaws can hardly be considered a defense. But Si Ning, you didn't just come out wearing a suit of armor, did you?"

Jiang He clenched his fist, and thorns spread from his fingertips, intertwining and weaving into a heavy shield as tall as a person. The surface was covered with extremely sharp barbs, and the whole thing was blood brown, looking dangerous and heavy.

"How extravagant!" the cloaked elder exclaimed, his fire elementals frantically moving away from the thorn shield.

The magic boat sped through the ice and snow, skimming over ice fields and frozen lakes. After half a day, it arrived at the foot of a long, white mountain range. Once there, the surrounding area was almost deserted, and frost-white mist filled the air. The magic boat climbed up the mountain, and all that could be seen along the way were withered, dying trees.

Before anyone knew it, the magic boat arrived at a mountaintop.

From here, one can see the peaks of the White Frost Mountain Range. In Jiang He's sight, the four Dusk teammates had disappeared. On the majestic peaks surrounded by mountains, magma erupted, and sparks rose into the air and fell back down, melting the ice and snow. On the parched mountains and the earth, demons emerged from the crater, and a fire demon hundreds of meters tall roared to the sky.

Before they knew it, the illusion had descended.

"To be precise, it is the state information recorded by the geomagnetic field."

With the eyes of an alchemy master, Jiang He quickly figured out the truth.

In the mysterious realm, when magma erupts and cools, the temperature drops to a certain critical point, and magnetic mineral particles align and magnetize according to the geomagnetic direction of that time and place. Once the temperature drops far below the critical point, this magnetization direction is permanently "frozen," like taking a snapshot. Multiple snapshots flow together, which can repeat the scene of that year, which is what is known as the illusion in this place.

"I'm no match for him."

Beside Jiang He, a demon hunter with a full head of white hair spoke.

It is him, not it.

"Even with the world's suppression, I cannot kill a sub-legendary fire demon; I can only seal it away."

"In this process, he, who is secretly watching, will probably learn everything about me, and that is probably the purpose of his ritual to open the gate of demons. The barbarians are about to conquer the continent of truth."

"My five disciples have each inherited a portion of my power, but they are still far from being able to challenge the great powers. If nothing unexpected happens, I will die at his hands."

"Gulwick, please record everything."

“If I die, it means that the great powers can be killed, and then they will eventually face a challenger, and I know that he, like me, harbors evil power.”

The words fell.

The Witcher suddenly transformed into a giant bear as tall as a mountain, slamming into the volcanic Fiend. He then transformed into a serpent and a wolf, relentlessly attacking the enemy. When the Beast Authority reached its limit, his chest shone brightly, and his heart of rage was activated. A griffin with wings that blotted out the sky, with the world's full cooperation, rammed the Fiend into the volcano.

They fought fiercely for a whole day.

Swarms of frost dragons arrived to join the battle, clashing with the massive horde of fire demons. Both sides fell one after another, and frost covered the mountains and plains until all the frost dragons perished, leaving only a few dragon eggs, the largest of which was covered with azure patterns.

The Flame Demon has been sealed away.

The demon hunter, who had just finished the battle, suddenly regained his peak aura, but then seemed to have lost all his power. A snake fang transformed into a stream of light and pierced through his chest. His Heart of Wrath shattered and sprayed into the sky and earth. The newcomer was incredibly fast, but he didn't even glance at the Heart of Wrath. His figure was extremely blurry. The two sides engaged in a chase until he disappeared from sight.

"The first Witcher, the candidate for Wrath."

"Did it ultimately fall?"

"Gulvik".

A flash of light appeared before Jiang He's eyes, and the illusion vanished.

The only valuable piece of information is a person's name.

When he came to his senses, the magic boat was on the mountaintop. Crimson was the first to wake up, followed by the handsome young man who was an expert in swordsmanship. The cloaked old man frowned deeply until the gem necklace around his neck shattered. He suddenly opened his eyes, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Sister Scarlet, Melissa is still in the illusion!" the handsome young man said anxiously.

Crimson's expression darkened slightly. "Forcibly breaking free from the damage to the soul is a pipe dream even for a legendary level. Didn't she say she was fine? What about the resources for shaping the Priest's Heart?"

"Maybe...maybe they forged a sword for me." The handsome young man said with shame, having underestimated the strength of the illusion.

The dense roars of dragons echoed, and at the edge of the field of vision, a group of more than twenty dragons led by the Frost Dragon King was approaching. The Frost Dragon King, who was in charge, was covered in frost and had a powerful aura.

"Damn it." Crimson's face turned ugly.

Jiang He calmly asked, "You can implant illusions into people?"

“Okay.” Crimson suddenly turned around.

"Then let's implant this scene into her mind," Jiang He said.

"I'll give it a try." Crimson hurriedly activated her magic, and images of ice and snow, dragons, and mountain peaks were successively inputted into the priest girl's mind.

"Sister Scarlet?" the young priest exclaimed in surprise, her eyes still closed.

Essentially, she wasn't truly awake at this moment, but the fact that the illusion was synchronized with reality didn't prevent her from participating in the battle. As for how to resolve the illusion, that could only be discussed after it ended.

boom!
High in the sky, the Frost Dragon King roared, and a thick dragon breath swept through the air, causing snow and ice to fly everywhere it passed, releasing extreme cold.

Jiang He stepped out of the magic ship, raised the thorn shield, and seriously played the role of a tank player, disguising himself as Twilight. He needed to spend three days with multiple Twilight players without being discovered in order to complete the mission objective—destroying the fortress's arrival point. Otherwise, normally, he would not have the conditions to approach the arrival core of the Twilight battlefield.

(End of this chapter)