T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 230, page 229: The Encyclopedia of the Clarifier Monsters

“He Yi, there’s something strange about these books!” Zhong Zemo exclaimed.

Amidst billowing smoke, the burning and deformed bookshelf began to collapse.

Several purplish-brown books, which could not be burned by fire, suddenly fell from a high place.

As it crashed to the ground, a bluish-purple halo bloomed, rippling across the ground and causing dust to rise.

The surrounding fire was contained by an invisible force. The books, which were suffering under the protection of the magic array in the sea of ​​fire, were enveloped in a pale blue halo. The pages of the books fluttered, like birds, and gracefully gathered towards those few special books.

Amidst the blazing inferno, the scene of birds returning to their nests was truly magnificent.

"Potato, these books are working magic!"

Following the direction the jailer was shouting, in the sea of ​​fire, the books that were not burning fiercely suddenly burst into dazzling light, and all sorts of strange magic bloomed freely.

A fireball shot out and struck the bookshelf next door. Immediately afterwards, hundreds of bolts of lightning fell from the sky, shattering bricks and stones, destroying bookshelves, and scorching pages.

Suddenly, boiling water rose from the ground, washing the books that were suspended under the protection of the magic array into a corner.

The friction and collision of dozens of books released a terrifying aura, causing a sharp pain in the brain with just a slight sensation.

Wind, thunder, water, fire, earth, light, darkness...

Common and uncommon elemental magic bloomed in profusion.

Suddenly, pairs of ghostly hands emerged from the protective magic circle of the books, waving and grabbing wildly, as if trying to drag people into hell.

Before the army of evil spirits summoned by Gor'kron could even approach the boundary between reality and illusion, they were wiped out by a sudden, chaotic, and unknown area-of-effect attack.

Sweat dripped down the line between reality and illusion.

The Primitive One swallowed hard: "What, what's going on here?"

Jiang Heyi guessed: "The knowledge points that Mint gave us were too much of a nuisance, and the excessive magic caused the scroll to trigger on its own."

"But isn't this a collection of books?"

French Fries said, "The knowledge passed down by the Clarity Ones will inevitably retain the complete spellcasting process of magic, making it easier for viewers to comprehend it."

The prison guard looked around at this knowledge temple, which resembled a towering tower, with countless floors and a vast area, composed of numerous suspended corridors, escalators, and aerial platforms.

The flames at the bottom have spread upwards along the wooden structures on both sides.

The fire set by Gorcalon and Nafiel could eerily ignite stone, causing the smooth, alluring marble to crackle and burst under the intense heat, with pieces of stone falling from the sky from time to time.

Orange Tea shuddered: "Does this mean... we're in a magical furnace?!"

"Congratulations, you answered correctly." The jailer was actually quite amused.

Not far away, those books with summoning abilities were trying their best to attract more books to their side.

The books were piled up and pieced together to form a giant flying dragon, exuding a powerful magical aura.

"Will this drop a bunch of skill-related items?" Zhong Zemo asked eagerly.

It's in a player's nature to want to slash around when something moves.

But Jiang Heyi stopped him.

"It's trying to salvage the library. We might benefit from that after we clear the gates. Let's forget about the small gains for now and find Gorcalon. He's made a mess of this place!"

In mid-air, dozens of evil spirits suddenly exploded.

"Give me the power of your magic array!"

Gorkaron's hoarse voice echoed throughout the Great Archives.

The Tower of Babel shook violently, causing everyone to lose their footing and nearly fall.

"Can we witness the same historical events that happened in real life in the game?" The prison guard was even more amused. "Look, there's an airplane over there."

He was referring to the Flying Dragon of Books.

"You still have the mood to tell hellish jokes at a time like this!"

The wings of the book-carrying dragon, which was preparing to fly to another location in the distance, were shattered, and the books fell like raindrops, splashing into the fire.

"Boom!"

The dragon, having lost its wings, landed heavily, and the books that made up its body flickered.

"Oh no, the plane crashed?" The jailer was greatly disappointed.

Orange Tea asked, "What's wrong with it?"

Jiang Heyi said, "It seems that Gorkaron's plan to restore its state through the magic array protecting the Great Archives has affected it."

"Oh no, the books are on fire!"

Gorkaron's extraction of the magic circle weakened the protective power of the books, causing the books, which were originally able to withstand the flames, to begin emitting plumes of white smoke in the sea of ​​fire.

"Wow, those books over there are still fighting! Their unknown area-of-effect attacks are about to blow through the partition wall!" the jailer exclaimed in horror.

very messy.

very messy!

Jiang Heyi immediately issued orders.

"Four Primal Bodies, go help Flying Dragon and try your best to preserve the collection of books, as it might affect the ending."

"Tea Master, use the Unknown Revelation to see if there are any hints from Gorcalon."

"Brother jailer, use your spirit to interfere with those books that are still randomly unleashing skills, and see if you can make them stop so as not to accidentally hurt the flying dragon."

"Bed."

When roll call was made to the bed, everyone was startled.

It feels like it's been a long time since I've heard her voice.

Looking around, there was only billowing smoke and dust; there was no sign of her.

Jiang Heyi looked around: "Where is everyone?"

"I do not know!"

The enamel mug, viewed from God's perspective, suddenly felt a strange sense of amusement.

Hovering in mid-air, they observe the players' progress in the game from an outsider's perspective, taking in their every move.

It's even more immersive than a movie.

Although he knew it was just a game and that he could be resurrected after dying, he was still determined to fight his way to the current stage, and it would be a pity to lose. He also became nervous about the boundary between reality and illusion.

From God's perspective, it's clear that the bed and the main force are not far apart, but unfortunately, smoke shrouds the area, flames are shooting up everywhere, and the books are fighting each other, while evil spirits are attacking.

The chaos is overwhelming, the information is too much for my bed to handle.

"What is the correct solution?" he wondered.

Knowing that the enamel mug had no intention of exploring further or revealing any information, the candlelight spoke.

"Upon entering the 10th floor, prioritize attacking Nafiel, severely injuring her, triggering her berserk state, and unleashing mental magic indiscriminately upon friend or foe."

"To prevent accidental damage to the Life Box, Gorcalon entrusted a portion of his soul aura to Nafiel as a marker. Therefore, Nafiel's mental magic can inflict real damage on him, causing the Life Box to break and his strength to decrease."

"The most powerful group of adventurers in history accomplished this feat unintentionally, ultimately narrowly defeating Nafiel and Gorcalon."

The enamel mug understood: "So, you use their deeds as the optimal solution in the game to commemorate them."

The candlelight shook its head: "This is not my decision."

The blankets were still being tossed and turned.

A book fell from the shelf, and a pair of sharp claws emerged from it, reaching out to grab her.

Suddenly, a collection of books floated up, radiating golden light, and thousands of floating cannons swept and cut through it.

Shouting "It's pointless if you can't hit it," he was only grazed by the floating cannon and escaped from that golden inferno that could have cut a person into pieces.

"Holy crap, holy crap, look how awesome my moves are..."

Realizing that he had gotten separated from the group and no one had seen this amazing scene, he felt a pang of disappointment.

Thankfully, there was a video recording.

Unbeknownst to her, from God's perspective, the enamel mug and Chen Shaoyu were applauding her.

They have realized that the highlight of the 10th floor is not just the two bosses, but also the Temple of Knowledge itself.

After being disturbed by magic, each book is showing itself off and vying for attention.

"Hmm, how come there's a mirror here?"

Before I knew it, I had crawled into a less active area of ​​the fire. After several twists and turns, at the end of a path formed by bookshelves, I saw a huge floor-length mirror.

It blocked the road, reflecting the scenery on both sides.

As a qualified gamer, getting stuck in a dead end and seeing unreasonable decorations is like an immortal being attracted to light.

The blanket slowly moved closer to investigate.

There happened to be some pebbles on the road. She picked one up and threw it from a distance, hitting the mirror. The impact shattered the full-length mirror into pieces.

The books on the bookshelves on both sides transformed into fluttering moths, forming a drone bombing squadron that rushed straight to the bed.

This cover woke up the person in bed.

Definitely good stuff!

"You think you can outrun me?"

The flying books shot out beams of light, chasing the black shadows that moved as fast as lightning on the ground.

He strolled leisurely in the quilt, dodging and weaving, managing not to touch it even once.

What a joke! That eerie giant book unleashed a massive swarm of floating cannons that blotted out the sky, yet it couldn't kill her. How dare this mere little book try to be so fierce?

Turning a corner, the books that the full-length mirror had transformed into suddenly disappeared.

The blankets became a shadow, pressed tightly against the wall.

The drone swarm chasing behind her rushed past, and she reappeared, clapping her hands.

"After all, it's a mindless, lifeless thing. Take it easy."

"Tick."

The sound of dripping water made the hairs on the blankets stand on end.

There's a wall behind me, but why... is there a chilling wind blowing?
Gor'kron's undead army shouldn't be here, right?

She darted out in a flash, then turned around abruptly.

Where she had stood, there was a portrait hanging.

Compared to the reference object, the bear-man in the painting must be at least three meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, covered in fluffy hair, and with a gaping, blood-red mouth.

What it was gnawing on was books!

What is this book-eating bear-man?

"Boom."

The bear-man in the painting moved, drooling all over the ground and making the scroll wet.

It clung to the edge of the painting, squeezed out, and landed heavily on the ground.

Startled, she looked around and then glanced at the spot where the bear-man had landed, and a smile immediately appeared on her lips.

Playing with the dagger in her hand, she advanced instead of retreating.

The bear-man had already opened its blood-red maw, intending to roar angrily, but upon seeing this scene, its eyes suddenly shrank to the size of mung beans, and it hurriedly took two steps back.

"If you don't reveal your true form soon, I'll throw you into that sea of ​​fire and burn you to ashes!"

The bear-man immediately showed a panicked expression. Seeing the dagger being thrown up and caught by the bed, he made a throwing motion and instantly turned into a white light.

As the light faded, a small, dusty book floated there, trembling almost anthropomorphically. Its pages flipped rapidly in a panic, like a person's jaw chattering.

"come over."

The book is opened, the pages are upright, and it is shaken rapidly from side to side.

This unusually anthropomorphic posture made the blanket even more convinced that this was a fun little guy.

She waved to the dusty little book again.

Seeing that it still didn't move, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't come over, I'm going to go over there."

After making a fist in bed, Xiao Shu immediately closed it and reluctantly swayed closer.

Once they were close enough, she grabbed the blanket, pressed it down with both hands, and closed the struggling gray book.

"I'm not a bad person. Along the way, I put out quite a few fires and saved your kind."

"Stop fooling around, let your older sister take a look."

"Obey, let me see!"

After being yelled at, Gray Book stopped struggling and obediently nestled in the blankets.

The Encyclopedia of Monsters of the Clarity

Suddenly, she snapped out of her daze. Just as she was about to turn the pages of her book, she saw the gray book still twitching. She took out a dagger, stuck it into the bookshelf next to her, and warned him.

"If you dare to make any underhanded moves, hmph~~~"

Below the title on the cover, a few words were actually smudged.

"I don't dare anymore."

Wow, it can actually talk!
Turning the pages, the woman in bed stared in disbelief.

The gray book contains detailed descriptions of all the monsters encountered in the Temple of the Clarity, including undead creatures, complete with illustrations and text. It even includes their weaknesses, special effects, countermeasures, potions, and items.

Aside from the lack of information on humanoid enemies like the black cat, all other information is readily available.

Realizing the great value of the gray book, the quilt was overjoyed. She gently closed the quilt to soothe the gray book's uneasy emotions.

"Good boy, good boy, you have to listen carefully to what your sister is saying."

"Someone has invaded the library and is wreaking havoc everywhere. Many of your companions have perished in the fire, and your masters are in grave danger."

"We've fought our way here with great difficulty, and we desperately need your help."

"Can you understand?"

A line of elegant handwriting reappeared on the cover.

"I understand, my sister seems like a good person."

“What do you mean, ‘like’? I’m a good person!” the blanket emphasized.

"My sister is a good person!"

Not bad, you even know how to use an exclamation mark.

"I'm lost now. Can you think of a way to get me back to my companions?" the blanket prompted. "I came from the area with the most fire."

After describing several statues and paintings he had glimpsed along the way, Gray Book determined the location.

Just as I was about to leave, a rope was pulled out from the corner of the blanket, and I tied it around the blanket.

"Don't worry, the smoke is too thick and it's easy to get lost if you lose sight of it. This is to be on the safe side."

Looking at the gray book floating in front of me, guiding the way, the blankets suddenly gave me the feeling of walking a dog...

What an amazing pet.

The magical world is truly amazing.

In the raging fire, orange tea had already unleashed its unknown power for the second time.

The first unknown revelation was that the voice actually made Orange Tea set the fire on again, burning down the temple of knowledge, and naturally the truth came out.

After the orange tea instinctively retorted, it burst into maniacal laughter.

Undoubtedly, she has encountered an evil consciousness this time.

The second unknown revelation was even stranger; the other party sang incomprehensible songs on its own, ignoring everything Orange Tea said.

The off-key notes almost made Orange Tea's mind go blank.

"This is considered the unluckiest day for the Tea God," said the jailer. "He's overdrawn his wallet; it's time to pay it back?"

The Primal said, "So missing twice is bad luck? Then what about me aiming for the pity pull every time I play a gacha banner?"

"Sigh, why bring up such painful things..." The jailer broke down.

The Book-Collecting Dragon was extremely weak; it could only protect the surrounding books from being engulfed in the fire, and was no longer able to move.

It was aware that the boundary between reality and illusion was helping it, so it specially separated two books to isolate them from the smoke and dust and block out the high temperature.

The evil spirits continue to attack, and the undead keep coming.

Gorkaron absorbed the magic power of the magic circle, and seemed to be recovering to his full strength.

Zhong Zemo sighed, "Sigh, the magic array in the library is interfering, and all communication channels are useless... Where did the blanket go?"

"Don't worry, the big black rat is very agile. Even if it can't beat the evil spirits, it can still walk them to death."

No sooner had Jiang Heyi finished speaking than a dark figure lunged out from the dust and smoke in the distance.

Everyone's magic was about to be unleashed, and they planned to treat it as a living corpse.

"It's me, don't shoot!"

"Bed!"

"Damn, where have you been? Look at you, you're covered in soot from head to toe," said the jailer.

"Is it possible... that my race is naturally this color?"

(End of this chapter)