T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 312, Section 311: The jailer is still trying his best.

Upon entering the cellar, Jiang Heyi casually fanned away the dust that glittered in the light.

The cellar was deep, and the stench of fish and mold was overwhelming.

Orange Tea's coughing was interrupted by the jailer's sudden scream, turning into a pigeon-like coo. Unable to catch her breath, she coughed even more violently.

"What are you yelling about?" Zhong Zemo touched his heart. "If this weren't a game, you'd scare me to death sooner or later."

The jailer clapped his hands, and a ball of light transformed into a small sun and rose up.

Rows of cabinets and boxes were neatly arranged.

Wood, gray iron, crystal—the materials vary.

"Treasure chest!"

This time it was the bed that was calling.

"Great! After suffering so much, I can finally eat something good."

Pushing open the large wooden treasure chest, he eagerly bent down to look inside.

"Ugh?"

The blankets froze as the person remained bent over, peering over to check.

She slowly took out the sphere of light from the bottom of the box, and after touching it, a piece of white material fell to the ground.

"..."

"..."

The huge box contained only one reward, and it was even the lowest-tier white reward in the game.

The sounds of rummaging through boxes rose and fell, but Fries didn't participate; he just crossed his arms and sighed.

He kicked over the treasure chest in bed: "What a beast! It's all white or green, and the crystal chest only has one purple one. I just came out of Windjammer City and I didn't even get this poor from fighting tough monsters!"

Zhong Zemo chimed in, "Not to mention that you can't even come in through the front door; you have to find the side door. It's a complete waste of time and brings no surprises whatsoever."

The jailer chuckled dryly: "They lure players in with loot, but then stuff a bunch of basically useless items into the loot to play dumb. It's so reminiscent of something I've never seen before."

Everyone couldn't help but wonder.

Could things get any more disgusting?
"Oh!"

The sudden explosion startled everyone.

Rushing to the corner of the cellar, I found Orange Tea, covered in dust, rummaging through the trunk alone, healing her wounds.

"I was trying to put the materials away when the box suddenly exploded."

Why are all my equipment suddenly running out of durability?

The orange tea was really upset.

Dust settled on his head.

Everyone who was about to say a few words in support of the Tea Master fell silent, looked up, and listened intently.

"Dong~~"

"Boom!"

The dull footsteps sounded like the harsh scraping of dry tree branches against the ground.

The dust was falling and the noise was getting louder; the giant object was getting closer and closer.

Concealing its aura and returning to the ground, without needing to search, at the far end of its field of vision, a giant white-boned dragon with eyes burning with black flames moved forward, shaking the earth.

The jailer's eyes widened: "Holy crap, it's even bigger than Elena's real body!"

If Eleravie is a hill, then the bone dragon before us is a mountain range.

The massive skeleton reflected a ghastly phosphorescent light. Every time it moved a certain distance, it would stop and roar to the sky.

Amidst the spatial ripples created by the rolling sound waves, the boundary between reality and illusion revealed a blurry dragon spirit bound within a skeleton.

"What are those white spots on its back?" Orange Tea wondered.

Upon closer inspection, it resembled large water ants swirling around a light source and puddles before a rain, with tiny particles of light, the size of a fingernail, orbiting behind the skeletal dragon's body, repeatedly performing simple harmonic motion.

Further away, enormous dots of light clustered together, like fireflies on a summer night, emitting a faint, eerie blue glow.

Having learned from the precedent of the flesh and blood tree, the boundary between the virtual and real worlds did not launch an attack first.

They approached cautiously, and the bone dragon had clearly also noticed the boundary between reality and illusion. The two black flames that served as its eyes left their empty eye sockets and floated into the air, casting a black and white ink-like halo.

"us……"

Before the opening gestures were even finished, a dragon roar, deafeningly loud, erupted.

The thunderous sound, so close at hand, blasted into their ears, making everyone dizzy.

The skeletal dragon struggled against its skeleton, devoid of flesh and membranes, and spiraled upwards into the sky.

"Prepare for battle!"

The bone wings crossed and embraced each other, forming a tightly interlocking white bone shield that protected the front of the body.

The bone dragon spun into a ball, the gloomy moon hung high, its eerie blue light illuminating the earth, and a biting chill swept over everything.

The jailer felt itchy all over, and a strong urge to cast a spell surged within him.

He couldn't help but stare at the orbs of light that the bone dragon had abandoned and were still in simple harmonic motion.

As if it were an observer effect, the moment they were seen, they collapsed one after another into blurry human-shaped outlines.

Within seconds, the incomplete and tattered details of the spirit were restored.

They maintained the miserable state of being on the verge of death, the ugly state of their last moments before dying.

Someone was disemboweled, their intestines spilling out and pooling on the ground.

It kept moving, constantly trying to push the intestines back into the abdominal cavity.

Some people's heads had clear gnawing marks, with half of their skulls dangling. They groped around with their hands, and the moment they touched it, they screamed incessantly.

Some people had their abdominal cavity emptied out, leaving it completely bare.
Searching aimlessly with its hands, sluggish, howling in fear.

The shouts rose and fell, each one piercing and scratching at the heart of everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion.

After death, their spirits were immediately stripped away, and their consciousness was frozen.

The moment the bone dragon was freed from its restraints, it clearly recognized the fact of death and recalled the chaotic dance of spirits that accompanied its death.

The cold moon shone on the earth, its eerie light flickering at an unsettling rate.

The frenzied spirits, which were about to attack each other, suddenly turned their heads, their pale and empty eyes locking onto the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Guard, hold on!"

"Oh, oh... ah?"

The jailer turned around sharply and found that apart from Zhong Zemo, who was on his side, everyone else had retreated.

"What do you mean, brother?"

“That’s right, we’re brothers.” Jiang Heyi nodded vigorously. “I believe you can handle it.”

"No, I mean, what do you mean, brother?"

French Fries stared intently at the cold moon, the avatar of the bone dragon in the sky: "Did the Temple of the Clarity go to waste?"

"Think of the grandeur of the ninth floor. Only by defeating Freya can we stop the endless monster spawning in the ever-changing Doll's Nest."

He applied a light enchantment to the dagger in the blanket and licked his lips: "The bone dragon can manipulate spirits; it's a necromancer. You're a necromancer too."

"You're always made to play support, coordinate, and be a foil. Are you worse than him?"

Orange Tea clenched her fist tightly: "Go for it, you're the strongest."

As she spoke, she distributed the blessing to Jiang Heyi, the fries, the four original bodies, and the quilt.

"Hey, hey, hey, you keep saying I'm the strongest, but why won't you even let me have a sip of soup?" The jailer was shocked again. "Tea Master, aren't you lying?"

"Because you are the strongest, team resources can be prioritized for those who are weaker. With great power comes great responsibility."

Why could the Tea Master speak such words so fluently?
Who taught it?
After a moment of stunned silence, the jailer felt as if he had swallowed a bitter pill.

"Oh, it's me..."

There was no time for idle thoughts; the army of spirits had already arrived before them.

The jailer used the necromancer's innate skill to summon... a spirit.

"Come on, let's hold on together."

As hundreds and thousands of spirits surged toward them like a tidal wave, the cold, lifeless beings surprisingly displayed expressions of confusion, almost as if they were human.

"Squid, you're so calm." The jailer is the jailer, generating will-o'-the-wisps with his bare hands, crushing a spirit with a fiery fist, and still managing to chat.

No wonder Huang Liang Yi Meng from the neighboring guild thinks that his second job could be a bard, chatting and singing from beginning to end, transforming into a battlefield songstress and maximizing his role.

"Can't you focus a little more when you're playing a dungeon?"

The squid's magic-suppressing shield remains a no-go zone for magical life forms; one smash and a whole swarm is wiped out, making it an unparalleled mowing-down-laws.

"Did you meet me on the first day?"

The tide of the dead engulfed the two and severed the battlefield.

From this moment on, the two must form their own independent army.

"You necromancer, besides AOE skills like Corruption and Corpse Explosion that are incredibly effective against flesh and blood, do you have no way to deal with spirits?"

"There's never been a dungeon before that required dealing with a massive number of spirits," the jailer said, feeling wronged. "I chose Corrupted Corpse Explosion as a warm-up for the World Championship, not wanting to hold everyone back. Who knew the World Championship would suddenly be canceled, and we'd have to play a different kind of World Championship instead."

When it comes to dealing with magic suppression, the spirits gave the same answer to the magicians of this world—if you can't hit it, there's no point; just circle around and attack.

Realizing the danger of the magic ban, Zhong Zemo became like a boulder in a torrent, with the surging torrent rushing past both sides of his shield, indirectly increasing the strength of the jailer.

The little spirit summoned by the jailer was torn to pieces by several times the number of evil spirits; it was no match for the overwhelming resentment accumulated by the tragically deceased spirits.

"I need to think of something! The undead have passed through us to find potatoes!"

"The jailer shouted."

"Damn it, select skill, activate!"

The jailer was about to choose the [Soul Fire] he had previously favored, but he was stunned.

[Beginner Spirit Manipulation]? Was this previously available in the selectable skills?

Surprisingly, it's categorized as one of the advanced knowledge areas.

"Is this a product of a version update? If so, let me try it out!"

The moment I selected it, knowledge related to [Beginner Spirit Control] flooded my mind.

The skills and knowledge of the Proof of the Stars are all based on real-world prototypes.

In a different world, with a suitable environment, it can be restored to a certain extent and used. This is what the candlelight revealed during the dinner party.

Information raced through his mind, and the jailer, in a daze, understood the wonders of the skill.

"I see. Consuming magic power allows one to control the bull spirit, but it's easy to feel tired?"

a piece of cake.

The jailer pulled out a mint-flavored potion set, put it in his mouth, and tilted his head back.

"Ton ton ton~~~~"

He turned around abruptly and shouted incoherently through his slurred mouth at the spirit that was about to rush behind Jiang Heyi.

"Shrimp in the hall!"

Several spirits came to an abrupt halt.

He spat out the two medicine bottles and burped.

"Self-destruct...no, can it self-destruct?"

The tone of the voice upon hearing the news conveyed a sense of affirmation.

The spirit ignited into a raging fire, twisting and struggling within the flames.

"What's so fun about self-immolation? You're just going to die with other spirits!" the jailer clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

The remaining individual consciousness of the spirit tried to resist the jailer's outrageous orders, but the powerful output of magic crushed its thoughts.

Suddenly, several illusory blue flames appeared in the torrent of spirits. Spirits passed to spirits, and in an instant, dozens of spirits broke free from the control of the bone dragon and the jailer, roaring and fighting.

"What skill is that? Mind control?" Zhong Zemo was surprised.

The jailer exclaimed excitedly: "What a fun skill! I feel like it will be incredibly useful in the World Championship!"

By being able to force a spirit to speak, one can obtain information.

Dead people can't talk?

I don't think so.

Just as the jailer was feeling smug, Zhong Zemo shoved him behind him and raised the anti-magic shield high above his head.

The dazzling "moonlight" descended from the sky, and the magic-suppressing energy contained within the shield formed a narrow magical field, which was difficult to resist.

The eerie light, carrying the desolate intent of death, froze the magic-suppressing shield, and the chill traveled up Zhong Zemo's arm from his palm.

A direct attack can be blocked, but the secondary magic effect remains in effect.

The jailer proved reliable at the crucial moment, reacting quickly with a powerful flying kick that sent Zhong Zemo tumbling out of the way, ending the one-sided beating.

Jiang Heyi never thought that the two of them could stop the surging tide of undead. It was already a miracle that the jailer could delay the attack for a while.

With excellent equipment and the Monkey King buff, a single three-hit combo can crush the vast majority of monsters.

Bone dragons are not included.

The first wave of the Tide Summoning spell struck the high-hanging moon squarely, shattering the bone dragon's transformation and causing it to lose its balance and fall into the air.

French Fries combined the fury of the Lion with the power of Bloodlust in a powerful strike, shattering the bone dragon's skull and extinguishing the black flames in its eyes.

But it recovered so quickly that, just before it fell to the ground, its shattered bones healed, and the moonlight shone brightly before it.

The dagger pierced through the blanket, revealing up close the original appearance of the lustrous "moonlight"—countless spirits bound and enslaved by the bone dragon.

Beneath the shimmering milky-white light were countless hideous human faces.

The combined torrent of the four primal entities swept across the spirit shield without producing a single spark.

Unwilling to believe in evil, the bed suddenly turned around and rushed in from the side of the bone dragon, climbing the ladder of heaven along the spine, stepping on the skull, and stabbing down with a knife.

She longed for the standard combo moves of dragon-slaying warriors in literary works.

"Today it's my turn to slay the dragon!"

He raised the dagger from under the covers and stabbed again.

Two consecutive attacks failed to elicit any response from the bone dragon beneath their feet.

He glanced at the dagger under the covers. It had a light enchantment and a skill bonus for breaking stealth, but what about its damage?
"run!"

She heard the French fries yell.

Why run? The top of the dragon's head is its absolute defensive weakness; its massive size means it cannot clear the obstacles above its head using any part of its body.

Can it even cast spells on its own head?
The hair on the sweat stood on end.

My body reacted first, leaping out of the blankets and jumping off the dragon carriage.

She nimbly turned around in mid-air and saw a scene that made her scalp tingle.

The dragon's spirit broke free from the constraints of its skeletal body and floated into the air. Its enormous dragon claw had already pierced through the bone dragon's skull, and the surging magic crackled and distorted space.

If she had been a second later, she would have been turned into a bedpan!
Even with its soul separated from its body, the bone dragon continued its attack, hurtling straight toward the boundary between reality and illusion.

The mountains are charging!
"You can do that? Soul leaving the body, dual-threaded operation?"

Jiang Heyi realized the seriousness of the problem.

"As long as there is a spirit, it is invincible."

The Bone Dragon controls thousands upon thousands of spirits.

The jailer was almost burned to ashes in the tide of the dead. Exhausted, he repeatedly controlled his spirit to spontaneously combust and rekindle the flame.

From initially controlling a few spirits to now controlling more than twenty at once, his mastery is rapidly improving.

However, compared to the total number of spirits manipulated by the Bone Dragon, the two are not even on the same level.

The predicament of fighting on two fronts compressed the operational space at the boundary between the virtual and the real. After the Temple of the Clarity, this was the first monster that could make them sweat profusely.

"Help me, Tea God, grant me a blessing to eat!"

The jailer is still trying his best.

The Tea God also wanted to help, but the battlefield was divided, and blessings could not be delivered precisely.

Just as this unlucky fellow and Zhong Zemo were about to be torn apart by the spirit, the Tea God came to his senses.

She took out the prepared ingredients and swallowed them in one gulp.

A fiery glow bursts forth from the orange tea.

The sun hangs high in the sky, and raindrops fall to the ground.

(End of this chapter)