T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 146, Section 145: The Trial of the Demon
Water droplets freeze instantly.

The exhaled breath had turned into white mist.

Inhale, and a sharp pain shot through your nasal cavity.

The skin senses temperature through numbness.

Extreme cold penetrated my limbs, and my body and mind became stiff.

Orange Tea recalled the passage on the title page of the book "Tales of the Snow Mountain" on the desk in the study.

“He was there long before the name of the shriek was bestowed upon the mountains.”

"Lord of all spirits in the snowy mountains".

"As seen by the disrespectful..."

"Devil."

For hundreds and thousands of years, there have been many witnesses to the strange snow and demons, but in the end, they all became unverifiable absurdities in the mouths of the world, becoming material for bards and villains in the works of writers.

Whether out of awe, curiosity, or some kind of divine warning, Joseph consulted literary works about "demons" before personally signing the massacre order.

Reading the grotesque descriptions of the demons, one finds a warm and inviting mansion, yet also a chilling, wintery atmosphere.

He feigned composure and treated it as a joke.

With the empire at its zenith and its vast territory, what fear is there of mere demons?

Upon thinking of this, the trembling in Joseph's eyes ceased.

He looked around at the demon-suppressing dolls, feeling the "field" released by their collective resonance. This great power, enough to annihilate the magic of an eighth-tier mage, was a manifestation of the empire's peak national strength.

It is a powerful testament to the shackles the empire placed upon magicians, causing them to fall back into the mortal realm from their unrestrained transcendence.

"Under the guise of suppressing demons, it's nothing but a bunch of tricks and charlatans!"

"Let me see what you really are beneath the fog!"

With a wave of his hand, Josel caused the demon-suppressing puppets to turn around, and a resonant demon-suppressing field enveloped them from above.

In his vision, the magic would twist, the snow would stop, and everything would come to light.

The wind and snow are still there.

No, the snowstorm has intensified.

The howling wind emitted a chilling low whistle, and the puppet closest to the demon froze, no longer moving.

"The demon suppression failed?"

Joseph was struck dumb, his face turned deathly pale, and he staggered back a few steps.

The demon-suppressing doll that gave him a great sense of security is ceasing to function at a visible rate.

An invisible hand, through incredible means, suppressed the central function of the puppets, causing them to fall back into hibernation.

Joseph suddenly became unable to move; his hands and feet sank into an indescribable mud. He struggled to break free, but could not move an inch.

In Jiang Heyi and the others' view, Joseph seemed to be performing a pantomime, his face flushed red.

The snow fox skeleton slowly walked out, followed by cows, sheep, and tree people pieced together from pieces of wood.

They passed through the silent demon-suppressing dolls and surrounded Josel.

Jiang Heyi swallowed hard. He remembered that the tribe that Joseph had ordered to be massacred in the letter seemed to be...

"what!!!!!"

The pitiful cries pierced the wind and snow.

Joseph's arm was torn to shreds by the snow fox, and blood spurted out.

The ox bone raised its sharp horns, pierced his belly, and mercilessly ripped open a large gash.

The sheep raised its hooves and easily crushed his kneecaps.

The snow tree spirit transformed into a campfire, scorching the chin of Joseph, who was kneeling in pain.

Joseph struggled and tried to escape, but an unknown force pressed down on the back of his head, slowly pushing him into the flames.

Seconds later, Joseph was lifeless.

The white bones surrounding it glowed with a pale blue light, then crumbled apart like fireflies, disappearing with the wind and snow.

The boundary between the real and virtual worlds left everyone stunned.

He actually bypassed the puppet that Kesha said could strangle an eighth-level mage and eliminated the controller.
The sharp aura had not dissipated, and the feeling of being watched permeated everyone at the boundary between the real and the virtual.

The evil spirits are watching them!

The intense sense of being watched stopped and settled on Kesha.

Got it!

"Did you participate in the massacre of the tribes in the snowy mountains?" Jiang Heyi asked hurriedly.

"No, I didn't. I just came to Cyon to eat, drink, and have a vacation." Ksha was more flustered than anyone else. "At most, I made an agreement with Narum to accompany Josel to various occasions and act as a deterrent!"

This woman from the Harmonious Sect doesn't seem to be lying, but it's a certainty that she's been targeted by evil spirits.

Wind and snow enveloped the boundary between reality and illusion, and the boundless darkness rapidly swallowed up the surrounding light sources, leaving only the four Primarchs and the illumination orbs released by the jailer.

The two orbs of light exerted all their strength to release bright light, but they could not pierce through the ever-approaching snow fog.

"Demon, if you believe I am an accomplice... then punish me!"

Ksha had read the local mythology and, based on the way the demon had just killed Joseph, deduced what was about to happen.

Everyone was confused about the boundary between reality and illusion.

Damn it, how can you talk like that?

The term "demon" is the name given by the Anar outsiders to the mythical being who is both righteous and evil, and it carries a distinctly derogatory connotation!
After Jiang Heyi's description, the boundary between the virtual and real worlds understood the "potential" of Kesha. Why would they play the game if they didn't save someone who was so likely to trigger the Siren Court plot?

No matter what kind of demon you are, you can't touch Ksha!
Kesha's face turned pale. The demon-suppressing puppet stopped spinning, but its magic had not yet recovered. The demon easily and strangely gripped the demonic scale on her chest. Frost spread from the demonic scale to her entire body, and she was about to turn into an ice sculpture.

"Elemental Spirit—Fire, answer my call and descend upon this place!"

The moment Orange Tea used Summoning to ward off the cold from Kshatriya, she immediately used Unknown Revelation.

"I want to know what the true form of the demon is?"

There is no unknown entity to provide an answer.

Layers of fire elemental shields were stacked, and the Fire Ring spell was fully activated, blocking the icy currents that could freeze everything from the boundary between reality and illusion.

"No one can take Kesha away!" Jiang Heyi poured out all his magic power to reinforce the barrier.

The influence of the evil spirits has turned the vast Narum mansion into an ice sculpture; as far as the eye can see, the area is covered in solid ice.

He transformed the environment within the region.

The howling wind gradually subsided, and the biting cold that had been hitting the barrier was fading away.

The shadow of the demon still lingered in the distance, and the humble bone guards still bowed their heads.

It's not over yet.

The ground beneath their feet was solid ice, and the chilling air condensed into a solid form that burst forth from the earth, wrapping around the thighs of the people at the boundary between the real and the illusory like vines.

Kexia was so engrossed in Jiang Heyi's words, "No one can take Kexia away," that she didn't react.

A gust of evil wind swept in, and before she could recover her magic, she was slammed backward, crashing into the wall of the mansion. Like a little chick, she was grabbed by the legs, lifted into the air, and hung upside down.

"My side quest!"

"A side quest in the Siren's Court!"

Huh?
The expected horrific scene did not occur. Ksha was simply hung there like dried meat, with his hands down in a standard French military salute. There was no standard freezing or exploding into a bloody mist.

The chilling vines spread from their thighs to their chests, rendering everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion immobile.

Such formidable power! Jiang Heyi acknowledged that the demon possessed the strength of a guardian of an underground temple.

Zhong Zemo, who was still struggling, suddenly felt light and fell onto the ice.

The sudden relief left him momentarily stunned. Just as he was about to turn around and free everyone, a beam of white light descended from above, illuminating his body.

Correspondingly, a beam of white light also appeared in the distance, landing on a giant skeletal bull with an unusually large skeleton, two heads taller than Zhong Zemo.

The giant skeletal bull with its head bowed stomped on the solid ice with its hooves, leaving cracks as it slowly approached Zhong Zemo, leaving hoofprints with each step.

Its skeletal body, devoid of flesh and blood, ignites a pure white "mist," while flying snow and flickering light and shadow depict its appearance in life, like a giant beast that has stepped out of a traditional Chinese ink painting.

"Does this mean..." Jiang Heyi pondered, "a one-on-one duel?"

Zhong Zemo also guessed that the current mechanism was a one-on-one duel. He immediately exhaled a breath of white air, trying to get used to the biting cold air in his nasal cavity.

At the same time, he kept bouncing left and right to get used to the slippery ice surface that had been transformed.

To single out a Shield Guard for a one-on-one duel, and most likely require defeating the enemy, is a difficult task for the vast majority of Shield Guards.

But Zhong Zemo was very confident about the boundary between reality and illusion.

"It's just a cow, I'll push you back... Never mind!"

Just as the shield was about to collide with the bull's head, Zhong Zemo sensed the whistling wind and instinctively dodged, avoiding the giant skeletal bull.

The massive bull's horns, undeterred by its momentum, pierced through the wall of Narum House, leaving two shocking holes.

If Zhong Zemo had taken the hit head-on, they could have made a skewer set meal by now.

The giant bull charged back and forth, its tail whipping like a whip. Every time it passed by Zhong Zemo, who was trying to dodge, it would swing its tail twice with great force, leaving fine scratches on the thick, small round shield.

After countless collisions, Zhong Zemo finally found his center of gravity after the change in the terrain, and he took another deep breath.

The giant white-boned bull charged forward. This time, it did not point its horns at Zhong Zemo, but instead raised its front hooves, assuming a galloping horse posture.

It swayed and trampled down from top to bottom, trying to crush Zhong Zemo into the dust.

"After being suspended in the air for so long, it can be reversed!"

Zhong Zemo was overjoyed. He lightly waved his small round shield, deflecting the powerful force of the forelegs to the side.

The flesh and blood that the snowflakes filled shattered with a crash, revealing its originally empty, skeletal body.

The technique of using minimal force to deflect a great weight shattered the leg bones of the giant skeletal bull, sending it flying and crashing into a nearby building, scattering rubble everywhere.

"Holy crap, a squid."

"As expected of you, the King of Shield Counter."

"Frame-Watching God!"

The boundary between reality and illusion was filled with jubilation.

This is the confidence that cuttlefish gives them.

As long as you give him a chance to counter, he will definitely seize it!

A gust of wind blew, and Zhong Zemo was slammed onto the vines that had been binding him, and was imprisoned once again.

Another beam of white light fell, and this time the chosen one was French Fries.

Having figured out what game the demons were planning to play with them, Hikari scanned the skeletons, anticipating her opponent.

The white breath exhaled by the fries drifted in the wind toward the direction of the demonic shadow. In the void, it seemed as if a pair of hands were dancing and kneading.

The smoke, like clay, was kneaded and shaped, gradually taking on the outline of a person.

A gust of frosty wind swept in, and the smoke and snowflakes mingled together.

"This is……"

The real rival to French fries was herself.

(End of this chapter)