T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 144, Section 143: The Power of the Glutton
A hazy blue mist rises above the water, spreading with the wind, and combines with the mosquito coil-like magic potions on land.

The reaction was unusually violent; within a few breaths, most of the mansion was shrouded in a blue mist.

The puppet guards of Narum were the first to notice the anomaly. They issued warning messages, but the activity of their flesh and blood bodies decreased, and they could hardly function even with the power of the magic center.

The same toxin has zero effect on the old-fashioned doll.

Not being made of flesh and blood, but merely operating according to the fixed mechanism of the central array, they stood there blankly, looking at their fallen companions with incomprehension.

Outside the mansion, rows and rows of movable units collapsed.

Inside the mansion, because the potion had not yet fully evaporated, a flurry of footsteps began to echo.

The study door was flung open with a bang.

The sealed toxins gushed out, instantly flooding the corridor.

The three at the front reacted quickly, casting a barrier-like spell to temporarily shield themselves from the poison's effects. Those behind them were the ones who suffered, falling like wheat being harvested, blood seeping from their mouths and noses.

Joseph's voice was icy: "To set your sights on the Narum family's lands, you are far too arrogant."

The four proto-pro ...

Joseph's eyes trembled slightly.

"You are... the Emerald Adventurers? I received news that you have perished in the Screamer Snow Mountain."

Jiang Heyi clapped: "The Narum family has done a good job. They searched for adventurers with great fanfare, sent them into the snow mountain to find goods and attackers that were impossible to find, and then killed the adventurers who were close to the truth, and blamed the original inhabitants of the snow mountain."

"As long as you blame the local natives for the mistake, you can also use the excuse of accusing the local lords of colluding with the nouveau riche and being decadent and neglecting their duties."

"You betrayed the meritorious nobles, acted as a dog for the royal family, and sold information."

"You are not absolutely loyal to the royal family either. You are playing the fence, hedging your bets and trying to win from both sides."

"Win, win, win, you're a big winner no matter which way you're chosen. Even with this batch of anti-magic crystals that you smuggled with other nobles, you kept some scraps for yourself before distributing them to the royal family."

"With your family's business empire reaching such heights, it's no wonder you can live a life of debauchery and be incredibly wealthy."

Joseph's expression was solemn.

"You've certainly made quite a few deductions."

"Actually, we didn't intend to know about your dirty tricks. As long as you pay the Star Sand, we'll just leave," Jiang Heyi sneered. "But since you're even trying to embezzle the reward, we'll have to come and collect it ourselves."

In any era and in any place, taking money from a group of people who live on the edge is an extremely risky act.

If you dare to do this job, you won't be afraid to risk your life, let alone offer a bounty that's just a grain of sand.

Both sides knew there was no possibility of peace talks, and the brief conversation could not conceal the intense murderous intent.

The two men beside Joseph, one tall and one fat, were the first to move.

Miniature wings burst from the fat man's waist and spine, and he poured a vial of blood into his mouth. A dangerous crimson mist swirled around him.

They were vampires.

The tall woman was covered in scales, which shimmered under the illumination of the light sphere.

Her skin was covered in pale blue, flaky scales, revealing her true race.

"Siren!" Mint warned everyone before teleporting away, "Beware of Word of Power!"

"The Teleportation Jade, who exactly are you people?"

Joseph was a connoisseur and immediately recognized the tool that Mint was using.

The siren reached out and blocked Josel behind her, then took two steps forward.

With her alluring figure, she stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion with her unparalleled height.

"Who among you concocted this level of potion?"

"Silently rendering everyone in the mansion incapacitated, an unheard-of formula combination—aren't you going to introduce yourself before the chaotic battle begins?"

"Once an eighth-tier mage makes a move, there's no room for maneuver. Potions masters who want to prove their worth shouldn't throw their lives away."

Eighth level?

Jiang Heyi laughed: "You're also at the eighth rank?"

Seeing the boundary between reality and illusion, Josel arrogantly said, "It is your foolishness to think that there are no high-level mages in charge just because Master Narum is not here."

Jiang Heyi scoffed: "Tch, it's not like we haven't killed eighth-tier beings before."

Zhong Zemo and the Four Primal Bodies were already engaged in battle with the chubby vampire in the spacious study. The opponent was an individual whose physical attributes and physical attacks had been enhanced, and he was attacking wildly with agility and explosive power that did not match his physique.

The sound of shields clashing against flesh as hard as metal was incessant.

With the help of Orange Tea and Jailer Bro, the four not only achieved a stalemate with the vampires, but also gained some advantages.

The siren showed no intention of coming to her aid, instead calmly keeping a close eye on her prey.

"Are you sure you want to take action for someone like Narum?"

The siren covered her mouth and laughed seductively: "He gave me far too much. Compared to the dull and boring sea, the colorful and vibrant life on land suits me much better."

“Little brother, I’m not quite the same as that fat guy over there. The eighth rank of an ordinary race is not comparable to that of a sea monster.”

"Are you ready? If you are... [Curse of Extreme Cold]."

A bone-chilling cold exploded above Jiang Heyi's head, frost and snow bloomed, and a deafening roar resounded.

A flood of magic swept across the area, causing the wooden floor to crumble inch by inch, cracks to appear in the walls, and a series of mournful cries to be heard.

In an instant, a frigid chill, strong enough to freeze living beings into sculptures, enveloped everyone present.

There was no casting action, no mana manipulation.

She simply uttered the name of the magic, and everything happened naturally.

The Siren's racial talent: [Word Power].

They communicate magic through language; their thoughts become magic. With this talent, the siren race is on par with the dragons.

With the elemental shields of the four primal beings, the zombie meat shield of the jailer, the blessing of Orange Tea, and Jiang Heyi's own enhanced magic shield working together, he was able to avoid being instantly turned into an ice sculpture by the extreme cold.

"Ksha, have you forgotten I'm here?!" the fat vampire roared angrily.

The siren named Kesha sneered contemptuously, "What use are you if you can be countered continuously by a human martial artist who is far inferior to you and lose your balance?"

The vampire, whose fists were clenched by Zhong Zemo's shield and who had used both hands to snatch the small round shield, wanted to refute but couldn't utter a word.

The siren Ksha is very strong, and the vampire fat man is barely passable, but neither of them are people like Landon, a mediocre eighth-tier fighter, who can easily outmaneuver him.

As expected, Langdon is no good; he has seriously lowered the prestige of an eighth-tier mage!

"Still unwilling to reveal who the powerful potion master is?" Ksha's eyes gradually turned cold; she was losing patience. "With the next strike, this place will be transformed into an icy prison, and even those potions you're so proud of won't be able to save you."

She was eager to try using the French fries to precisely lock in the blood.

When she saw the hand gesture Jiang Heyi made behind his back, she was taken aback, and then the corners of her mouth turned up.

"I'm……"

The moment Kesha's attention was drawn, Jiang Heyi took out the dried sea bass, shredded rabbit meat, and dried venison and ate them all in one go.

"[Raging Waves]"

A water column appeared out of thin air and struck Jiang Heyi in the chest. Like a kite with a broken string, he was smashed into a wall in the distance, leaving a human-shaped outline.

Ksha scoffed, "A laughable little trick. Trying to distract yourself? You think you can escape by taking a life-saving potion?"

"【Raging Waves】!" She made a slapping gesture downwards, and water elements, condensed out of thin air, pressed down forcefully like a giant hand.

The floor was punched through, and Jiang Heyi fell to the ground below amidst the falling rocks.

"It seems it wasn't him. The potion master is still here, you..."

I caught a glimpse of the strange smile on Fries and Blanket's faces. What was with this relaxed attitude, completely unconcerned about the life or death of their teammates?

With a puzzled look in his eyes, Kesha walked toward the large hole in the floor.

She looked down and saw Jiang Heyi, who had been struck three times by the Word of Power, standing up from the pile of stones.

He slowly raised his head, and a pale golden light flowed in his eyes.

"This is... um!!"

Kesha's heart was pounding wildly, almost bursting out of his chest.

An overwhelming fear enveloped her, and her body's instincts urged her on...

Run quickly!
"Run? Faced with such a ridiculous, pathetic, and pitiful enemy, you actually want me to run?"

"I'm actually afraid of him?"

"Do not make jokes!"

"The Curse of Extreme Cold..."

Ksha's voice became hoarse, but the full name of the magic was already recited.

Next, a powerful torrent of ice energy would pour down, completely freezing this foolish man who dared to look up and meet his gaze.

A few breaths passed, and nothing happened.

Kesha's eyes widened.

"【Curse of Extreme Cold】!"

It seemed as if an invisible hand had erased her communication with magic, and the magic no longer responded.

She looked down at the shimmering demonic scales on her chest.

"The magic of communication, oh, communication!"

The demonic scales resonated desperately, but the magic power shunned them.

how come?
Why did the Word of Power, which the divinely favored race, the overlords of the sea, and the sea monsters are so proud of, fail?

It was as if magic had suddenly abandoned her.

Ksha gritted her teeth, "Since that's how it is..."

When her words of power failed, she personally gathered magical energy!

This time, instead of using ranged magic, Ksha used practical shaping magic to transform water elementals into spears, which he then hurled down.

The spear, imbued with the fury of Kexia, was casually grasped by Jiang Heyi.

What prompted him to make such an arrogant move was an impulse that echoed in his mind.

Jiang Heyi followed his instincts, confiscated the magic, and, in front of Kesha, completely converted it into his own magical power.

"Such abundant magic! Is this the power of the siren? I've learned something new."

Kesha was dumbfounded.

Am I having a nightmare? The person in front of me has broken down the magic power of an entire eighth-tier spell and absorbed it with ease?

The words echoed in Jiang Heyi's mind once again.

“The Curse of Extreme Cold,” he said.

"You want to use siren magic to deal with..."

"boom!"

Frost and snow fell from above Kesha's head, and thousands of ice needles densely pierced the siren's scales, leaving fine holes, and extreme cold seeped into her body.

Kesha can't breathe.

How could he possibly have learned the siren's magic!
(End of this chapter)