Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 250 Strolling in the Garden
The shimmering sunlight coalesced into a translucent giant sword, several meters long, resembling a flagpole, extending from the courtyard entrance all the way to the main gate of the Grand Library. The sword tip pierced the thick alloy armored door panel, and the metal near the point of contact instantly vaporized and disappeared. The molten lava around the hole flowed like red cream.

Lin Bo held the lightsaber in his hand, stopping the blade above the Elf Swordsman's head. If his wrist shifted down even a fraction of a second, the trapped player would be completely bewildered.

The swordsman who had been charging forward stopped in his tracks. Even though he had become a copy unit and lost his mind, he still knew how to distinguish between advantages and disadvantages. The premonition of death kept him firmly rooted to the spot, and he dared not move an inch.

[Frost Soup Stew Pot] held his wand high, a spell already on the tip of his tongue, but now he froze in place, his face blank, his neck slowly turning to look at his teammates, then looking up at the dark, night-like sky, as if he had lost the ability to speak for a moment, uttering a dreamlike "Eek, Eek".

[Network notification: [Lighthouse Guest] has delivered a fatal attack, judgment passed! Enemy (Ghost Silk Blood Lion) has fallen]

Lin Bo casually waved away the beam of light, and the sky around him instantly brightened again, as if the change of day and night was only a moment away.

Clear weather was a huge tactical advantage for him, as even the remains of giants could not withstand the highly condensed fire of the sun.

Aside from the fact that simultaneously using five different techniques severely depletes one's magical energy, condensing light into a sword as a means of destruction is virtually flawless.

As the dazzling golden greatsword vanished without a trace, the deadly threat subsided.

The elf, who had been frozen in place, took another step forward to attack.

He made hand seals and chanted incantations, using the Mirror Image Technique to create three illusory clones on the left and right. With changes in his footwork, the four figures shifted and changed positions, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, and rushed towards the player at high speed.

Lin Bo observed carefully, and the light reflected from the clone and the main body had already told him the truth. However, the illusion created by the magic skills that the elf had worked so hard to master also had real destructive power. It was not a bubble that could be punctured at a moment's notice.

The mysterious mercury roared out, splitting into a torrential rain of blood in mid-air, precisely bypassing the main body and piercing through the three illusory forms.

The swordsman brushed past the rain of blood, the sharp wind from which slashed his earlobe.

The next instant, the elf used the Shadow Step, and with the help of magic, he teleported directly in front of Lin Bo. The enchanted rapier in his hand bounced up like static electricity on a sweater, carrying a line of desolate cold light, and pointed at the Night Watchman's throat.

His attack stance was as strange as a flying dance, with surging power flowing from his muscles from his heels to his wrists, all the way to the tip of his sword. The sword trembled slightly, emitting a loud and beautiful magical chant that stirred the heart and captivated the soul.

The simple combination of teleportation and thrust is something anyone can think of, but this move integrates multiple martial arts techniques and has been perfected through countless trials. It is an unsolvable killing move against all small and medium-sized enemies, and there is no chance of survival under its deadly sword.

Lin Bo withdrew his sword, the Star Steel Gauntlets leaving a trail of sparks on the blade, and suddenly grabbed the elf's neck with his right hand, softly chanting the true name of the skeleton.

The next instant, the swordsman's joints exploded like a string of firecrackers, and numerous dislocations caused his body to slump like a deflated sack, with his fingers, arms, and legs bending like octopus tentacles.

Lin Bo placed the lump of elves he was holding on the ground and asked the halfling beside him how to break his assimilation status.

"Huh?" [Frosty Stew Pot] looked confused and his mind went blank for a few seconds before he spoke, "The paper mask on his face... after being assimilated, his consciousness is trapped inside the mask. We can talk to him after we put it on, but we will be affected by negative status effects."

The halfling explained in detail from the side; she had also been trapped in the dungeon before, so her firsthand account was very authoritative.

The assimilation and contamination of the copy has a source, which could be a book or a candlestick. We need to go into the Great Archives to find the root cause in order to treat the problem effectively.

Lin Bo removed the paper mask from the elf's head as instructed, revealing a fierce and lifeless face. The person's body was clearly under the control of some kind of living spirit, and he continued to struggle.

The mage carefully sensed the living spirit residing within the elf's body. This was a mental structure dependent on magical energy, similar to ghosts and spirits, but differing in the type of magical energy it possessed.

If one dwells on negative energy, one becomes a ghost; if one dwells on positive energy, one becomes a celestial holy spirit. Wilderness magic nurtures the spirits of nature, elemental magic gives birth to giants, and abyssal evil creates demons. Many of the monsters and demons in the multiverse are magical beings.

Lin Bo then examined the paper mask. It was a cursed item, with deep, forbidden whispers that spoke of the despairing power that imprisoned the mind, even more twisted and terrifying than necromancy.

Malicious words can awaken evil nature; this is demonic language, on the same level as animistic language. Mortals who hear it are often corrupted, becoming extreme, irritable, suspicious, and indifferent.

Lin Bo confirmed that his mental barrier was sufficient to withstand the object's malice, so he replaced the mage's appearance with a paper mask.

After putting it on, the vision was unobstructed, and a phantom elven figure suddenly appeared in the field of vision. Its appearance was no different from the lump lying on the ground. It was the Sword Chanter's main consciousness.

Huanji witnessed the entire battle; if he could sweat, he would have been drenched in sweat long ago.

Looking at the trench-coated mage before him, the elf took a deep breath, patted his chest, and bowed in gratitude. "Human player, your strength baffles me. I am [Huanji], real name Vileoria, and I implore you to help me escape this predicament. I will offer 100,000 Cross-Network Disaster Coins as a reward; if that doesn't meet your expectations, we can discuss it further."

Lin Bo returned the greeting and waved his hand, saying, "No need for reward. Saving others is like saving yourself. I also need teammates to help me tackle the Hell difficulty."

Since he had made up his mind, the elf's repeated suggestions were rejected.

[Huanji] had no choice but to repeatedly bow in gratitude. From him, Lin Bo learned the reason why the ten-person team was wiped out: because a high-difficulty affix was triggered, they were unable to withstand the attack.

The elf was eloquent, like a living guide, explaining how to break the curse and detailing all the potential threats along the way.

Bring your physical body to the vicinity of the source of the curse, and destroy the mask along with it to kill the living spirit and allow the consciousness to escape and return to its body.

"What cursed me was a book, placed in the safe at the front desk on the first floor, with a black cover and a finger's thickness."

"I understand."

Lin Bo removed the paper mask, donned the appearance of a sorcerer, then used iron chains to bind the prisoners on the ground and handed them over to the halflings.

Then, one after the other, they walked through the courtyard, pushed open the heavy, dry door, and stepped into the first floor of the Great Library.

The decor here is somber; the gray stone floor is like concrete, the brown-painted wooden bookshelves reach the ceiling, the tall iron candlesticks are dripping with white wax, and the wall lamps emit a weak, yellow light.

The environment was extremely gloomy.

The mage's appearance automatically highlighted the surrounding objects, making their outlines clear and distinct.

Lin Bo lit the Ming Lei lantern, and the halfling's wand glowed.

The light source attracted the mechanical structures that were lingering in this area.

They were all a little over two meters tall, some dressed as waiters, others as librarians. The former brandished spiked iron candlesticks as if wielding long spears. The latter held massive iron-bound books as if gripping small hammers.

"These guys used to be living people, but then they transferred their consciousness into constructs," [Frost Stew Pot] explained quickly.

Lin Bo nodded with interest and recited the true name: "(Truth) Brass."

The encircling constructs, with copper alloy as their skeletal framework, were now subjugated by the mage's incantation. Even as they repeatedly urged their engines, they could not move the body an inch.

With a light touch of the finger, the brass twists and extends like vines, each structure bound by its own "flesh and blood," resembling an ornament stuck in the ground.

Lin Bo beckoned them one by one to his face, gently touching them to sense the magical energy flowing within them, and the living beings residing within that energy.

Compared to the animated armor, these constructs have much more complete mental structures. However, they still suffer from a lack of emotion.

For a mage exploring the path to ascension, various types of mental structures can provide valuable insights into designing their own "spirit." The types of living beings within the Great Archives are quite diverse.

"Master, another one has arrived!" The halfling suddenly pointed to the spiral staircase leading to the second floor.

A wax figure with smooth skin appeared at the top of the stairs, holding a longbow, drawing the string, nocking an arrow, and aiming at it from afar.

Lin Bo didn't turn around. He flicked his fingers, and the Secret Spirit Mercury shot out, slicing the wax figure's longbow to pieces, binding its body, and dragging it directly down the stairs. It slid for dozens of meters before crashing down in front of the halfling.

"Please tie this up too," the monk whispered, making the request.

"Okay, okay!"

(End of this chapter)