T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 231, Section 230: The Supreme Mystery - Unplug Your Power Supply!
He briefly recounted his experiences while lost in bed.

"The Encyclopedia of the Clear Ones" is like a giant moth, constantly flapping its wings with a whooshing sound.

“I think this little gray book can give us some hints,” the quilted woman emphasized. “It’s my intuition.”

The unknown revelation of the orange tea received two sinister hints in succession, and it is still cooling down.

The situation had reached a critical point. The magic power shrouding the bottom of the Great Archives was too concentrated. In addition to the burning sensation of the flames, everyone also felt the stinging pain of the magic power about to burn.

Given that many of the books have come to life and are attacking each other like madmen, if the magic explodes...

The scene is so beautiful.

If they didn't have to worry about clearing the checkpoints, they could stop and enjoy the view.

A spectacle of destruction, how magnificent!
The jailer asked, "Do you know where Gorcalon's life casket is?"

Several large characters appeared on the cover of the Monster Encyclopedia.

"do not know."

He glanced sideways at the blankets.

“You’re asking the wrong question,” Jiang Heyi waved his hand and asked, “The magical power protecting this place is being drained. Where is the source?”

Everyone suddenly realized.

The Monster Compendium certainly didn't know the name Gorkaron, but it definitely knew where the magic circle was damaged, because the Monster Compendium was an individual that had awakened wisdom within this temple of knowledge.

Moreover, Gorcalon's hidden operation to draw magic power from the magic circle for his resurrection has actually exposed his whereabouts.

The endless game of hide-and-seek finally had a clear objective.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Seeing everyone about to leave, the Primal hurriedly asked, "What about this dragon... oh no, it's a dung beetle!"

Just as everyone's attention was focused on the monster encyclopedia, the dragon, composed of thousands of books, split in two.

Half of them turned into dung beetles.

Half of it transformed into a giant, uneven ball of books.

Perhaps realizing it was powerless to fly away from the fire, the dung beetle tried its best to call upon the unburnt books in the sea of ​​fire to merge with the giant ball.

The protection they receive from the magic array is growing weaker and weaker; Gorkaron's exploitative practices will lead to their annihilation.

Jiang Heyi pondered for a moment and decided: "You stay and protect it."

Orange Tea raised her hand: "My combat strength is limited, perhaps I should stay?"

"You might not be able to beat a rampaging library."

Orange Tea immediately put down her hand.

As the team split in two at the boundary between reality and illusion, the one with the enamel cup, who was overlooking the whole situation, couldn't help but sigh.

Chen Shaoyu understood his concerns: "Do you think this is risky?"

"Setting optimal strategic goals and prioritizing their achievement is the right approach," the enamel mug said. "At least for now, I will focus on killing the monster called Gorcalon."

“You don’t play games, so you don’t understand,” Chen Shaoyu laughed. “Players are very greedy; they often think, ‘I want it all.’”

"In high-intensity battles, if you want everything, you often end up with nothing."

If you fail at the last minute, you can start over, but it's still a waste of effort and time.

but……

The enamel mug has a question about time, but it doesn't know whether it should ask.

Given the ratio of in-game time to real-world time in StarCraft, wouldn't players who play StarCraft enjoy more of life than ordinary people?

Even if it's just a fabrication, a mix of truth and falsehood, is there really any need to agonize over this unexpected life experience?
The monster encyclopedia acts like a well-trained navigation dog, leading the boundary between reality and illusion away from the fire, triggering a mechanism hidden behind the bookshelf, and entering a still-functioning spatial teleportation channel.

The teleportation between floors has been broken, but those on the same floor have not been affected.

Upon landing, the scene before them stunned everyone.

The site structure is almost identical to that of the previous fire site.

Looking up, the connecting corridors, suspended platforms, and floating escalators are exactly the same as before.

The teleportation channel was still disrupted, and they returned to the original location of the fire.

But why are the tetraparticles and dung beetles not here?

"This is the opposite."

French Fries was the first to react as he read the words in the monster encyclopedia.

"Is the library structure a mirror image, with one on each side?"

If players search aimlessly within the area without paying attention to unusual activity within the fire, triggering key plot points, and obtaining necessary clues, they'll have no chance of finding such a sinister place.

Gorcalon really knows how to hide things!

Everyone could already sense the magical fluctuations coming from afar.

Gorkaron's extraction of magic from the magic circle was a great commotion, like a firefly in the dark. At this moment, there was no need for navigation; one could simply follow the sound.

The enamel mug then asked, "If this strange book isn't found, how would a normal player discover that this is a mirrored map, and that there's another side to it?"

Candlelight replied, "There are many clues in the area. As long as you are willing to explore, you will eventually find them after dying a lot."

"There's more than one key piece of information and prop."

On the way, the prison guard wondered, "If it's a mirror image structure, then we should be falling face down, right? So why are we standing steadily on the ground?"

The jailer is quite enigmatic; he can come up with a lot of bizarre ideas in a flash, yet he can also get himself into a dead end over such trivial details, getting tangled up in all sorts of dilemmas.

Gorkaron, whose flesh and blood had been shattered by the boundary between reality and illusion, leaving only his spirit, transformed into a long spear and plunged it deeply into a black book the size of a desk, glowing with red light.

The physical entity of the magic array that guards the Hall of Knowledge built by the Clear Ones over a century is this black book, which is desperately resisting but is already on the verge of collapse.

"What wonderful power! Give me more, more!"

Immersed in the joy of regaining his strength, Gorcalon laughed maniacally, completely unaware that someone was rapidly approaching from behind.

"Why are you still resisting? Why are you struggling!"

"Your master has long been defeated. Look at the spirits and living corpses scattered everywhere. They are there, sharing eternity with me!"

"Your last hope, the self-proclaimed aloof Elsa, will also fall!"

"The great Lord of Eternal Night will surely devour all the light of day."

"In the long, dark night, we will be eternal."

"Hug me, hug me."

"Rebuild my flesh and blood, heal my soul."

When Gorcalon decided to go all out and open a larger gap in magical power with one strike, he, having recovered considerably, finally sensed the strange aura behind him.

"It's you!"

Gorcalon gritted his teeth, his attention fixed on the fries and Jiang Heyi.

He could never forget the terrifying power of those two men, their ability to destroy mountains and rivers.

The two attacked together, and even the roaring spirit was intimidated by their imposing aura.

The blade's and sword's auras merged into one, shattering his body and nearly leaving his soul incomplete.

As a martial artist, he was able to injure others with a "state of mind" that transcended his own limits.

Looking across this continent, they are few and far between.

But why had he never heard of their names?
"The clarity has been shattered, and eternal night is descending. Your efforts are in vain."

Gorcalon transformed into the appearance of a white-haired youth, spreading his arms toward the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Listen to the desires of your hearts, and embrace the eternal night."

"Embrace the eternal night?" the jailer cursed. "I think you deserve to be slaughtered. You've killed so many beautiful nuns, who's going to make up for the nuns I'm missing?"

"It's your kind of lunatic that makes me blind. You killed someone as beautiful as Alna."

"I will grass feed your horse."

The enamel mug was taken aback; he, who was enjoying the "movie," never expected the prison guard to speak like that.

Moreover, he spoke with passion, with fervor, and with righteous indignation.

Judging from his clenched fists and rising anger, he would believe it if he jumped out and devoured Gorkaron alive the next second.

Why is he so obsessed with nuns?

The enamel mug suddenly felt that the young man's way of thinking was very strange.

He covered his forehead with the candlelight.

Chen Shaoyu's lips twitched: "Maybe... it feels very astringent?"

Some people were even more astonished than the enamel mug.

Gorcalon was shocked.

He couldn't understand the guard's bizarre remarks at all. After many hardships, he finally reached the 10th floor.

They successively defeated the Frog-Headed Stitches, the Slime King Deep Green, the Evil Spirit Aggregator, the Black Cat Linacia, and the mid-level combatants of the Eternal Night on the ninth floor.

They killed Nafiel, who had been mocking them, on the spot.

Their anger, their roars, had nothing to do with simple values ​​like justice.

Just for...the nun?
Just because the Church of Eternal Night killed Alna?
"What utterly boring and meaningless reason drove you here?"

"What a joke!"

This is the greatest contempt for oneself!

Gorcalon was furious.

He raised his hands, and the magic power from the Clear Ones' array flowed into his body, solidifying his spirit.

The spirits of the Clarity Ones who had perished in various parts of the 10th floor shrieked as they flew over and circled around him.

Evil spirits are everywhere.

"Feel it, feel the destructive power of my evil spirit!"

While the jailer was rambling, the monkey show between French Fries and Jiang Heyi had already finished its warm-up.

As soon as Gorcalon raised his hand, they transformed into two streaks of light and launched themselves into the air.

The evil spirits along the way were restless.

They were originally enlightened scholars who devoted themselves to the study of knowledge in the library, but after their tragic deaths, their spirits could not find peace and were all bound by Gorcalon.

Blood and tears streamed from the corners of his eyes on his twisted, ferocious face.

They distinguished the overlapping, shrill sounds.

"Let us be free."

"please."

As long as Gorcalon is alive, the Casket will never perish.

The souls of the pure are tormented forever.

"You think I'll fall for the same trick again!"

The tearing apart of the spirit body created a barrier-like mist, revealing not only Gorkaron's twisted soul.

Nafiel grinned and laughed maniacally.

Her spirit was restored by Gorcalon!
"So what if you destroy my flesh and blood? Mental magic... can be cast without flesh and blood!"

The invisible needles easily pierced through their flesh and blood, reaching deep into their consciousness.

"Boom!"

Nafiel's soul trembled.

Her mental magic struck an impenetrable wall, leaving not a trace.

"You're too clever for your own good. Your own father knew this all along!"

[Soul Gift], the skill that Jailer Bro chose after reaching max level was all for this moment!
Summoning spirits, they dissolve themselves, transforming into a spiritual barrier to protect everyone.

Zhong Zemo knelt down, panting, "Who says mental magic can't be defended against!"

The second skill that Zhong Zemo chose after reaching the maximum level also came in handy.

Mental barriers

Convert your own shield into a portion of your mental resistance.

One of the potions the two took was called "Fortress of the Heart".

The effect is to temporarily increase resistance to mental magic after taking it, but it can easily cause fatigue.

It was an item obtained after defeating the black cat Lenalasia on the eighth floor.

Conquer the Great Snow Mountain to obtain a Sutter Heart Stone.

Freya, seeing that they had performed well, rewarded them with another portion.

One serving for each person.

All their hard work paid off at this moment, and the mental magic that they had once been powerless against was no longer invincible!

"Nafiel!"

Nafiel was horrified to see the two men turn their guns around and head towards him.

"Third floor, fourth floor, I haven't forgotten your teasing!"

The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword.

Nafiel's spirit split into four.

"Gorcalon...save me!"

Before Nafiel could dissipate, Gorcalon absorbed him into his body through the surging magic of the magic circle.

French Fries swung his sword again, annihilating all the spirits in the sky.

Although it cannot be completely eliminated, clearing the field of vision is enough.

"Feel the dying flames of anger!"

Gorcalon clasped his hands together, and dark green ripples emanated from his own body.

The power of the magic array gathered the already broken flesh and blood fragments out of thin air, solidifying them into abscess vesicles.

This force caused distortions in the surroundings; foul-smelling, tumor-like tissues rose up, spreading across the ground and walls like plant roots, climbing and clinging.

In an instant, as far as the eye could see, blue and green "hearts" began to beat loudly.

"This is the true power of the Lich!"

"Draw the power of immortality from death."

"To exchange death for boundless power!"

The boundary between reality and illusion made my entire body feel heavy, and I felt dizzy.

Just being in this place made them feel their life force draining away, and they couldn't muster any energy.

Jiang Heyi and French Fries, who had taken the magic potion, were still able to hold on, while the other four were already drenched in sweat.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, clashed again.

The sea tide and the blood-red light reflected each other, flashing red and blue on Gorkaron's spirit body.

The damaged spirit was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye.

"Hahaha, the power of joy, the power to bring joy!"

"A magic circle," Fries gritted his teeth and reminded him, "It's a magic circle that amplified the power of his magic!"

Gorkaron used the magic of the Clarifier's array to create a power approaching that of a domain.

That is a skill that only a magician standing atop a mountain can comprehend.

"It's no use, just obediently become my collection."

"Kneel down at my indestructible feet...?"

Jiang Heyi felt a sense of relief and suddenly looked up at the fries.

She looked over at me with an incredulous expression.

In the distance, the others at the boundary between reality and illusion suddenly regained their strength, and their magic began to circulate again.

Why did the suppression effect of the Gorcalonian artificial field disappear?
"Power, where is my power?"

He hurriedly checked and found that the black book beneath him had stopped working.

impossible!
The Protected Library is a command inscribed at the bottom layer of the magic circle by the Clarity Being; without intervention, it will not close on its own...

A fluttering moth hurriedly emerged from beneath him and flew toward Jiang Heyi's location.

Everyone suddenly realized.

This little guy unplugged the power!
Gorcalon let out a deafening roar.

"This is your doing! I'll make you vanish into thin air!"

Jiang Heyi drew his sword and charged forward.

The magic surged, illuminating both of their faces.

Gorcalon's expression twisted in pain.

Jiang Heyi smiled happily.

"Without the magic array, I'd like to see how you still bark like a dog!"

(End of this chapter)