T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 140, 139. Obtained Anti-Magic Powder!

Is this world crazy?
These people seem to only have level five or six magic power at their disposal, so why are they able to use magic so smoothly?
The sheer speed with which he could unleash [Magic Shaping] surpassed that of most people of the same rank.

The casting technique lacks any academic flair; it's clearly the work of a self-taught, unorthodox mage...

The weapon was also strange; every time his magical shield was hit, strange elemental forces would begin to corrode it, sometimes manifesting as an explosion.

Sometimes, it forms a strange vortex, causing the solidified magic to rotate, revealing a fist-sized opening on the shield.

Ordinary elemental weapons could not have this effect.

The armor was incredibly tough.

The lead shield guard slammed his large shield into the ground, leaving only scratches on his vines.

Do not joke!
What kind of material could be so hard?

That damned necromancer was even more unbelievable. He was clearly wearing a thin, breathable cloth armor, yet the magic hit him squarely without killing him.
This style of armor is common among the useless adventurers who came today, and he could easily erase it. Why is it special to the necromancer?

Was he blessed by an evil god?

"Hey, I'm asking you a question. Are you really an eighth-tier player?"

The piercing sound interrupted his chaotic thoughts. The seven people were watching him with eyes that were three parts wary, three parts doubtful, and four parts curious.

"Since he's not speaking, it seems he's indeed not at the eighth rank."

"Stop insulting me, I'm not called 'Hey'." His eyes were bloodshot, but he stood up straight despite his injuries. "I, Langdon Ryan, am a genuine eighth-tier mage. My strength is beyond question!"

"Oh, undeniably so," the blanket said sarcastically.

Jiang Heyi said with a look of disdain, "It's not that I don't believe it, but your eighth rank is too weak. The eighth rank we've seen before is not like yours."

Langdon gritted his teeth: "What have you seen like the eighth-tier beings?"

"Ritual magic is second nature to you. While it might not be able to destroy the world, it's more than enough to deal with us," Jiang Heyi said. "You can't even beat us, yet you call yourself an eighth-tier cultivator?"

"Unless...you prove it to us."

Langdon clenched his fists.

"Proof? How do you want to prove this? You want to bring the magic detector?"

"Ritual magic, huh? Don't all eighth-tier mages know this?" Jiang Heyi said. "For eighth-tier mages, it should be second nature, right?"

Where on earth did these bumpkins come from? Their understanding of magic is full of ridiculous and ignorant stereotypes. Could it be that the person who guided them into this field was some bard who spouts nonsense?
"Look, he's stunned again. I told you, he can't even cast ritual magic." The jailer waved his hand, looking impatient.

The disdain on his face deeply stung Langdon, causing his barely suppressed anger to surge again like a raging torrent.

He had never been so looked down upon!
"If you want to see ritual magic, I'll show you!"

A surge of immense magical power erupted from his body, transforming into a dense cloud of magical energy that enveloped Langdon.

The sudden burst of power shattered his mask and hood, causing his long black hair to fly wildly, making him look like a ghost.

Langdon was much younger than people expected; he looked like a middle-aged man.

"No, you really used ritual magic."

As the magical power of the ritual magic converged, the fries made their move.

Blessed, she transformed into a red lightning bolt, flashing before Langdon with lightning speed, and brought her knife down.

Ignoring the backlash of the ritual magic, Langdon twisted his body forcefully to dodge the blow that severed his arm, but his right wrist fell to the ground.

The cut surface was smooth, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The excruciating pain contorted Langdon's face, and he could no longer suppress the burning sensation in his throat, screaming desperately.

It's a disgrace, a complete disgrace.

He actually fell for the most basic provocation tactic!

The pain caused Langdon to sweat profusely, blurring his vision and making it difficult to distinguish the people in his mind's eye from the real world. His disordered breathing caused him to lose control of his magical perception.

The backlash from the ritual magic caused him excruciating pain all over his body.

“Listen, if you don’t want to die, stop now, otherwise, the Anna Empire will never have a place for you.”

The two on the boundary between reality and illusion exchanged a glance and sneered repeatedly.

You're kidding.

"We are under orders from..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and Langdon shut his mouth.

Instead of speaking out and begging for a chance to survive, he actually chose to give up?
"Explain clearly, by what order are you receiving this order?"

The magic erupted suddenly. This time, Langdon wasn't going to fight, but rather to escape while everyone's curiosity was piqued and they were distracted.

"Hmph, I want to escape!"

With the help of Orange Tea and the Four Primal Bodies, Bed, though behind, struck first, delivering a flying kick that landed squarely on Langdon's chest and abdomen, who had already flown a considerable distance away.

He crashed heavily onto the snow like a cannonball.

Fortunately, there was a thick layer of snow here; otherwise, without the magic shield deployed, he would have turned into Langdon.

The blade in the blanket pierced Langdon's kidney, making it difficult for him to even exert force to cast spells.

Suppressed firmly by Zhong Zemo and unable to move, Langdon's face was filled with despair.

“You are no ordinary adventurers... Your equipment and strength are comparable to those of geniuses in the Imperial Academy.”

"Who sent you?!"

He gritted his teeth and cursed, his muscles twitching, and the short knife at his waist caused sweat to pour out with every word Langdon spoke.

"Explain clearly, who exactly are you acting on orders from?"

Silent, wanting to be a tough guy?
Jiang Heyi patted the prison guard on the shoulder, indicating that he could increase the intensity.

The jailer manipulated the walker to Langdon's side.

"Don't waste your energy. As an eighth-rank cultivator, I also have dignity. It's just a matter of death!"

The jailer shook his head with a tsk tsk: "You think I'm planning to bite you to death with a zombie? No, no, no, you misunderstood. I want to ask you if you prefer men or women?" The question was so strange that Langdon was dumbfounded.

"If you don't answer, that means you don't like any of them. Fine, tell me what kind of orcs you like."

"Still not answering? Wow, you're such a pervert."

"Well, we have to name a species."

Langdon broke down; he couldn't hear a shred of logic in the jailer's words.

Why does his language sound so foreign?

"If you're not going to say anything, fine. I'll just say a few things randomly, and if you blink, I'll take that as a nod."

"Horse, fox... Oh, you blinked so quickly. You like foxes, huh? That makes things easier. There are snow foxes here."

Langdon felt immense fear; incomprehensible things were constantly assaulting his mind.

He's going crazy.

"What exactly do you want? What do you want?!"

"It's alright. I think it's a bit of a pity that such a great eighth-tier mage died like this. I wish I could leave you an heir or something."

The jailer casually recounted the words that would make Langdon's pupils bleed.

"It's alright, I'll arrange a ghost marriage for you, send you into Sai'ang City with gongs and drums, and let everyone see your majesty as an eighth-level mage."

The boundary between reality and illusion, except for orange tea, is all covered in foreheads.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, let me just die already!" Langdon completely broke down; he hated that he could understand what the jailer wanted to do.

Langdon had seen countless people, but none were more evil than the man before him.

How could he say those words so casually!

The answer Langdon gave left everyone speechless.

The Anna Royal Family.

Langdon was just following orders; he had no idea why his superiors were doing it this way.

"What exactly was the Narum caravan carrying?" asked Plain Fries.

"Anti-magic crystal".

"What!" The voices at the boundary between reality and illusion rang out in unison.

Now everything is clear.

No wonder they're still stuck in the Daxueshan area even after all this time.

The unique nature of the anti-magic crystal prevents it from being transported using magic to reduce its weight.

The simultaneous appearance of numerous magic-suppressing crystals caused a distortion of magical energy within the area, which was easily noticed by bystanders.

Therefore, the Anna royal family could only send craftsmen to cut the parts and move them in batches, while also avoiding densely populated areas.

"Are there still anti-magic crystals left to be transported?"

"There's only a little bit left, it's dust. I'm in charge of cleaning up afterward, leaving not a trace... I was supposed to escort it away."

"Tell me where it is!"

Zhong Zemo couldn't wait any longer. The guild's anti-magic dust wasn't enough to make a shield. If he could get something this time... shield parry plus magic distortion, that would be so awesome!

Now that things have come to this, Langdon no longer hides the truth and explains the approximate location.

Since he was among the last to evacuate, the anti-magic crystal was now readily available.

The boundary between reality and illusion kept its promise, no longer humiliating Langdon, but readily sending him on his way.

Before leaving, Langdon earnestly emphasized, "I am an eighth-rank mage, a genuine eighth-rank mage. Remember that."

"Eighth-tier, the Empire has many more, but they may not be stronger than me. Remember that!"

Wow, that's really persistent; they even have to give themselves a hand in this.

Everyone did a great job in providing end-of-life care, and everyone nodded vigorously.

Langdon closed his eyes after being stabbed in the throat...

Is he really an eighth-tier cultivator?

"It doesn't seem like it. Can there really be such a big difference?"

"Isn't there a big problem with the rank conversion ratio summarized by the community?"

"They call themselves eighth-tier mages, but all they do is lose more experience points. Their loot drops are even worse than those adventurers. Sigh... eighth-tier is no good."

"It's also possible that he's just not good enough."

Langdon tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt very heavy.

The anti-magic crystal was hidden in a cave at a side road in the valley, covered in snow. Even with Langdon's hint, it took them quite a while to find the marker.

From the slender metal box, the aura of twisted magic seeped out continuously, and Jiang Heyi felt uneasy just by getting close to it.

Zhong Zemo pulled it out and carefully opened it.

Pale purple dust came into view, carefully compacted by Langdon, making it heavy.

The system notification indicated that a golden pillar of light had been generated.

[Anti-Magic Dust] obtained.

The Great Snow Mountain dungeon not only has Star Sand, but also provides essential materials for forging anti-magic items. It's a great source of loot!
"The squid needs a top-tier magic resistance shield!"

"Puppets are most afraid of magic-suppressing powers. With this reinforcement, we have hope for the ninth floor!"

The champagne was immediately opened.

(End of this chapter)