T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 232 231 The Resilient King Gorkaron, Send!

Chapter 232, Section 231: The Resilient King Gorkaron, Send!
The Clear One's magic array was extraordinary, propelling Gorkaron to a completely new realm he had never experienced before in a short period of time.

The exquisite feeling of reaching the summit was so fleeting.

He was captivated by the immense power he possessed, and the thrill of being omnipotent drove him mad!
Gorcalon disengaged after his initial attack, not daring to linger.

As long as the Life Box remains unbroken, the Lich will not perish, but resurrection within a short period will weaken its own power.

Within this space, apart from the boundary between the real and the virtual, there is no other life.

They went too far before and can no longer regain their power through killing.

"You think you can run away just because the dog barks?"

While Jiang Heyi was taking a break to recover from his attack, French Fries leaped out, and the Angry Lion Sword roared like thunder.

Gorcalon sneered: "Your lion can't catch up..."

The sword light flashed.

Gorkaron fled at high speed into the distance, his face filled with terror.

Fast, too fast.

It wasn't the restless, angry lion from the Blessing of Weapons, but a dazzling white light that appeared out of nowhere, followed by ripples that were somewhere between tangible and intangible.

It tore apart magic, tore apart space, and tore apart his spirit.

His soul was in turmoil, and the excruciating pain made it impossible for Gorcalon to maintain the integrity of his body. He writhed violently and let out a heart-wrenching howl.

Spatial Slash.

Although Dussel is evil and twisted, his talent is undeniable.

The Spatial Slash, which can be learned by both mages and warriors, is incredibly powerful.

Don't miss out.

"Gather the fire!"

Jiang Heyi and French Fries were already exhausted from their continuous battles. They didn't have time to catch their breath and gathered their strength again for a combined attack.

The amplification of his companions in the distance had arrived. Two beams of light, one red and one blue, enveloped Gorkaron, annihilating him in the red and blue radiance and reducing him to ashes.

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"As long as the Life Box remains unbroken, the Lich King will not perish!"

The pustules left by Gorcalon's use of the magic array to corrode the ground still remained, these tumors, emitting a foul stench and an ominous aura, flickered rapidly.

Zhong Zemo quickly raised his shield, the jailer released an elemental shield, the quilted shadow appeared, and Orange Tea summoned the water spirit for protection.

"Let the stench of death and decay bloom!"

At the last second, Jiang Heyi grabbed the exhausted French fries who had just unleashed their spatial slash and rolled them into a corner, using magic to create a shield to block their path.

A horrifying explosion sent sand and gravel flying everywhere.

The bookshelves and escalators that were suspended in the sky lost their magic and fell down one after another.

In an instant, a shower of gravel fell in the center of the field, even weakening the fire.

"You have won for now."

"temporary!"

"I will lurk in the shadows, waiting for the moment you reveal your weakness!"

Hearing this, everyone at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds felt a headache coming on.

What ultimate tankiness king?

If the Slime King, the Black Cat, and the Doll's Nest bring an endless sense of oppression to the boundary between reality and illusion, it is the thrill and excitement of fighting against epic enemies.

The greatest feeling they experienced when fighting against Gorcalon was torment.

As expected of a lich, in order to achieve immortality, he first tortured himself and extinguished his humanity.

In order to survive and become powerful, they torment living beings and draw strength from them.

Now that we've entered the game, they're directly using the game's mechanics to torment the players.

He's tormented them all.

This is the ultimate tormentor, who makes life miserable for everyone, both before and after death. His greatest achievement in life is to sit in a corner with his life box and act tough in public.

Even looking at an enamel mug makes one feel tired of the boundary between reality and illusion.

Even though the game's fatigue feedback was reduced by the candlelight, the battle between the virtual and real worlds had already lasted for a day and a night.

As they listened to the maniacal laughter of Gorkaron's shattered spirit, they were all half-bent over, panting with their hands on their knees.

"Are real liches this hard to kill?"

"Correct."

"How long did it take that group of adventurers you mentioned?"

"Several members of the team collapsed from exhaustion after a day and a night."

"How did they find the original body?" the enamel cup wondered. "Gorkaron is a very powerful lich, right? The life box should be made very inconspicuous."

"If one of them has a sudden inspiration, you'll know immediately."

Gorcalon has vanished again, and the boundary between reality and illusion is no longer within reach.

They were completely exhausted.

The French fries' hand holding the sword was shaking.

Spatial Slash is powerful, but it consumes a lot of physical strength.

Orange Tea was sweating profusely; the intense operation of the spirit transfer had pushed her brain to the brink of crashing.

Jiang Heyi also knew that if they didn't rest first, they wouldn't need Gorcalon; a few random books of rampage would be enough to send them to their deaths.

Now that things have come to this, we must conquer Gorkaron in one fell swoop.

They don't want to go through the whole process again.

It's so tiring and exhausting.

Both in body and mind.

Gorcalon barked incessantly throughout the entire story. Now that I understand the boundary between reality and fiction, I understand why villains in some works keep babbling on and on.

Frustration exacerbates physical fatigue and makes it easier for a person's performance to deteriorate.

Zhong Zemo started cooking, while Jiang Heyi inquired about the condition of the four original entities who were fighting alone.

To date, the Quadruple Primarch has single-handedly repelled three waves of the Book Collection uprising.

Thanks to Gorcalon focusing all his energy on the front lines, he was able to hold on without the pressure of evil spirits and undead.

"The mysterious power that protected the books seems to be losing its effectiveness; many books in the fire are smoking."

"Mysterious power..."

Jiang Heyi was suddenly startled. He looked back at the monster encyclopedia of the giant moth and immediately rushed towards the huge black book.

As the core hub of the magic array, the Black Book's light was dim at this moment, and a huge gap had been poked in the center of its pages by Gorkaron, which was now slowly recovering.

"Hey you big moth, come here! Quickly restart the magic array, the library is about to catch fire!"

The closure of the magic circle deprived Gorkaron of its power, but it also left the library unprotected.

more importantly……

The suspended corridors and escalators above their heads were all maintained by the magic array itself.

The enormous [Magic Stone] in the dome, which supplies energy to various parts of the 10th floor, thus steadily plays the role of the sun.

If they all fall down...

The jailer raised a finger: "If the sun were to crash down, half of the Great Archives would be reduced to ashes, and perhaps even Gorcalon's life casket would die. It's not without its merits."

He still loves coming up with weird ideas.

The monster encyclopedia emanated bursts of light, blending seamlessly with the black book.

Seconds later, the dim black book pages regained their light, and surging magic erupted, halting the descent of the floating structure that was on the verge of turning into a meteorite.

Jiang Heyi stared at the black book, lost in thought.

"Do you remember what Mint said? Different people leave behind different auras when they use magic."

French Fries recalled, "It seems like they did mention it."

In order to impart knowledge to the wayward children, Mint would often chatter about magical knowledge during their daily journeys, filling in their gaps in their worldview.

"Then... since Gorkaron draws magic from the magic circle for his own use, there's the aura of the magic circle's origin within him. If the magic circle's origin is controlled, there should also be remnants of Gorkaron's aura, right?"

At this point, Jiang Heyi's lips curled up, and he urged the monster encyclopedia: "Hurry up and establish the communication array. It should be able to sense its 'kin' now!"

"Can you even communicate with the magic array?" The jailer muttered as he ate his food to regain his strength, "But it's an inanimate object."

Zhong Zemo couldn't help but complain.

"Your computer is an inanimate object too, but if you issue a search command, can't it faithfully execute it?"

"Now I understand. The magic circle and Gorkaron share keywords. Now they have the same keywords and can be searched."

With its power drained by Gorkaron, the magic circle's search is extremely slow.

Waiting was frustrating, and Jiang Heyi couldn't help but mutter, "Isn't there any way to speed it up?" Suddenly, the Monster Compendium floated to his side.

The pages turn, then freeze.

The entire page contained only one picture.

Obsidian... a lantern?

Jiang Heyi's eyes lit up.

He quickly rummaged through his backpack and found the keepsakes that Sister Alna had given them.

This lantern played a significant role in conquering the underground temple.

The dizzying frog-headed stitched monster shuts down the mechanisms on the second and third floors.

They were also used as a token to gain the Slime King's trust.

Because it hadn't been used for a long time, everyone was stunned for a moment when Jiang Heyi took it out.

The lantern light shone on the black book, and the gap left by Gorcalon was repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The monster encyclopedia that provides hints is like a butterfly, fluttering around the lantern.

The projection screen lit up, and a fan-shaped area was marked by a magic circle.

The librarian's lounge.

Right on their side!
The slowest eater, in bed, quickly stuffed food into his mouth, his chubby cheeks resembling a squirrel's.

She swung her arm forcefully and mumbled, "Elbow, fuck you!"

Zhong Zemo casually tore off a leg of lamb and stuffed it into Jiang Heyi's hand, who hadn't started eating yet.

"Eat as you walk, get ready to play football!"

The entire group exuded a fierce and malevolent aura.

The librarian's lounge wasn't large, but it was unusually cluttered with miscellaneous items.

The resident caretaker has decorated the place with a lively atmosphere, filling it with all sorts of small items.

Which one will be Gorcalon's crypt?
Orange Tea begins to pray, preparing for unknown revelation to pave the way.

Jiang Heyi patted her shoulder and grinned.

Orange Tea paused, then looked at the others and noticed that they all had Mint Mom's specially made elemental combustion bottles.

try to find?
Why do we need to look for it?
Now that I've confirmed you're here, I'm going to fucking clean up the mess!

Precise targeting is only necessary when firepower is insufficient.

Two small doors were opened simultaneously, and each person threw out a Molotov cocktail.

Zhong Zemo thoughtfully handed her an orange tea, making her feel involved as well.

Let's make this a grand occasion together!

In an instant, various elements reacted and burst forth in the lounge, with "crackling" and "booming" sounds coming one after another. The terrifying sound made the boundary between reality and illusion outside the door clap and cheer.

It's just like playing with firecrackers when you're a child.

"You vile insect!"

A potted cactus burst out of the elemental purgatory, roaring as it tried to escape.

"Trying to run? Die!"

A black wind swept through, and the flying cactus instantly sent the blanket flying back to the ground in a hook shape.

"Ugh!!!"

The cactus fell to the ground and shattered, but the small brown pot that held it remained intact.

At the moment of the collision, Gorkaron's phantom spirit flickered faintly.

"We've found it."

Everyone is eager to explore the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Wait, wait...we, we...can cooperate."

With the phylactery exposed, the lich's Achilles' heel has been exploited, and Gor'kron is filled with dread.

"You were shouting 'insect' when you flew out of the sea of fire, how come you're so humble now?" Jiang Heyi gritted his teeth.

"I……"

French Fries said, "I really liked the way you barked like a dog just now. You can bark so much! Ever since I first met you, you've been chattering away nonstop."

"Weren't you always barking like a dog? Why aren't you barking anymore?" Zhong Zemo rubbed his fingers. "Bark!"

Gorcalon dared not reply: "They're all gathered on the 11th floor. Let me go, and I can help you launch a surprise attack."

"As long as the Life Box isn't destroyed, I...I will cooperate fully."

Grasped in Jiang Heyi's hand and feeling the increasing pressure, Gorkaron panicked even more.

"Don't destroy the life-saving box, don't destroy it."

"Please!"

If one is not afraid of death, why would they self-destruct and transform into a lich?

It should be understood that every method of self-cultivation into a lich is fraught with difficulties.

The vast majority of people who choose to become liches do so because of one thought.

Don't want to die.

Dragons and sirens hate near-endless lifespans, regarding them as a curse.

But the liches yearned for it, believing it to be eternal.

Without thinking, Jiang Heyi tossed the life box into the air, gathered his strength, and swung it with his foot.

With a muffled "thud," the life box flew forward like a cannonball.

Zhong Zemo appeared perfectly on the path, raised his small round shield and swung it.

"Dang~~~"

Clear and pleasant to the ear.

Leave the good feelings for the next person.

French Fries jumps up to head the ball.

He picked up a piece of broken wood from under the covers and hit a home run.

Orange Tea summoned two wind spirits to pull the life box in mid-air in her place.

The enamel mug burst into laughter.

I feel comfortable and relieved.

As he enjoyed the scenery, he was so immersed in the boundary between reality and illusion that he even felt a sense of exhilaration, as if he had finally gotten his revenge.

Disgusting people will eventually be disgusted themselves.

He asked, "How did those adventurers in history ultimately deal with the Life Box?"

"They went too far."

"Oh?"

"They ate and drank heartily beside the coffin, then stuffed Gorcalon into the excrement, sprinkled him with urine, and let him soak for half a day. Only after they had rested did they strangle the cursing Gorcalon to death."

Candlelight said, "No matter where you are, Gorcalon always manages to make people grit their teeth in hatred, and that's a skill in itself."

"Don't push your luck!"

"I will kill you all, I will kill every single one of you!"

"Don't think you've won; endless torment awaits you on the road ahead."

"Don't……"

"Please, I'm really at my wit's end."

"I can be your familiar, your servant, and be at your beck and call!"

"I don't want to die!"

Gorkaron's true colors were on full display; he had no bottom line when it came to survival.

Compared to him, the black cat was far more respectable.

The boundary between reality and illusion showed him no kindness; a king of endurance and torment was too risky to keep alive.

After a vigorous workout to loosen their muscles and bones, the group worked together to unleash their strongest attack.