T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 473, Section 472: It's none of the necromancer's business.

Among the players in the world bubble, some are paying attention to the strange creations of Commander Freya that are wreaking havoc.

Some people are paying attention to the results of the battle at the boundary between the virtual and the real.

Others are still searching.

During the Battle of Peria, the two legion commanders impressed them with their ability to handle the situation.

And what about those who are contemptuously called the lowly?

They wanted to know what kind of abilities the race possessed that could be ordered to be exterminated by Yuu-ro's direct superior in the story.

Areas not affected by the influence of the virtual-real boundary are still partially shrouded in the fog of war.

Within the visible area, a continuous stream of teleportation beacons flashed blue light, converging across various parts of the battlefield to form two-way teleportation portals.

The lowly are all soldiers; those who enter the portal quickly receive magical tools, are fully armed, and return to the battlefield.

Most mages are at the sixth rank, with a visible level fluctuating around 30.

It's puzzling that there aren't any mages of the seventh rank or higher involved in a war that involves the extermination of a race.

A temporary legion commander named Gurgo is about to face the potato and fries duo who are still blocking the portal to grab fries.

The troops gathered around him were a veritable hodgepodge of soldiers.

Ordinary people can simply put on a few magical items, grab weapons, and run onto the battlefield.

In Rong'en City, where only those with a visible combat strength of at least Tier 6 are allowed to eat, a group of "crippled" individuals of Tier 5 and below banded together.

"Lord Gurgo, the lost portal number 33 is just ahead. The magical fluctuations are obvious."

"Let the slaves advance. If they die, it proves it's dangerous. Tell those idiots to close the gate immediately!"

Gurgo's adjutant waved his hand, and a large number of poorly armed ordinary slaves were driven into the battlefield.

It was only then that the players realized why such a bunch of scoundrels existed in the Legion of the Scoundrels.

Even a slightly stronger, "crippled" mage with magical powers would probably just be a higher-level slave.

Jiang Heyi unleashed a blood-red wave of blood from his Tide Slash, indiscriminately splattering and drowning all the lowly beings around the portal in one go.

Before the "French Fries" could refresh, a new wave of enemies appeared, and the user couldn't wait to use a spatial slash to sweep them away.

"Ok?"

French fries looked back at him in surprise.

Their combined swordsmanship wiped out nearly a hundred people in one fell swoop, yet they didn't gain a single point.

The greatsword of flesh and blood spoke softly.

“The lowly tame foreigners into slaves and drive them to serve as cannon fodder in times of war.”

“When attacking other tribes, they would also use the elderly, weak, women and children they captured as shelters.”

"They are all disposable items."

"Of course, if they are lucky enough to survive, but are disabled and unable to continue fighting, their organs will be the best commodities."

"In the underground trade channels of alchemists and potion makers, the lowly are always the most active sellers."

Jiang Heyi still remembered what the flesh priest had said at the Easter Egg level.

Aside from these creatures of flesh and blood, the lowly were the closest they had ever seen to the description of "cannibalism."

What does it mean to "instantly lose all sense of direction"?

On the other side, Gurgo, astonished, sternly questioned his adjutant.

The adjutant said tremblingly, "My lord, it really was just the blink of an eye that all the servants lost their magical sources."

"Then let these mages go up there too."

"At least we need to know what happened in this area."

Two whooshing sounds arrived in an instant.

The flesh and blood greatsword's sensitivity to the living far surpasses that of magic.

This is the attraction of the very origin of life.

Looking at the two men stained with blood, Gurgo's expression turned solemn, and he unconsciously gripped his sword tighter.

"You commit such wanton slaughter, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?!"

Jiang Heyi wanted to laugh when he heard about the massacre.

"Don't you understand what an extermination order means? It's not about slaughtering, it's about your entire race being wiped out."

"What did we do wrong to deserve this treatment?!"

French Fries shrugged, recalling the flesh priest.

"We just copied the methods you use to treat other races, and we thought you would like it because you are so enthusiastic about it."

In the Easter egg level, the history of the lowly is not recorded on how they were repeatedly plundered and exterminated.

They only say that everything is because the lowly are too outstanding, and therefore they are repeatedly targeted.

Humiliating these people won't work; their brains automatically interpret the humiliation signal as, "He's doing this because he's jealous that I'm better."

No matter what, you can win.

Even on the eve of their complete annihilation in the Easter egg level, they were still indulging in wishful thinking.

Only kill!

The potatoes and fries fell silent, only hacking and slashing.

The killing was so fierce that rivers of blood flowed and heads rolled everywhere.

What temporary legion commander? Under the greatsword of flesh and blood, he's nothing but a lump of rotten flesh, worth 150 points.

Someone has already put a price tag on your lives.

Stepping over the pile of corpses and continuing onward, Jiang Heyi saw the bridge across Rong'en City's waterway.

He gazed thoughtfully at the calm, gentle flow of water below.

French Fries understood his thoughts and instantly became excited: "You don't mean to...?"

On the other side of the battlefield, the jailer who was directing the skeletal guards to charge suddenly received a private message.

He glanced at the bed and caught another 6th-tier mage cannon fodder.

After a series of powerful memory restoration techniques, the jailer was satisfied with his response.

"We found out that they built a water diversion project above Rong'en City and used a magic array to dam and control the Letso River."

"Why do you ask?"

Orange Tea was speechless.

She retorted angrily, "If they've already asked that, what else could it be? Opening the floodgates and letting the lowly bathe!"

The jailer seemed to suddenly realize something.

But suddenly he really got confused again.

Is that intercepting magic circle really located within the current map area?
Potato Fries' execution ability goes without saying; once he thought of it, he immediately disengaged from the battle and headed straight for his destination.

With Elena supporting them, the lack of their output is not a problem for the time being.

The jailer chuckled.

"So, for the foreseeable future, I will be the biggest asset at the boundary between the virtual and the real?"

"With both of my main characters offline, it's finally my turn to carry the game all by myself!"

"I am the strongest damage dealer at the boundary between reality and illusion..."

"Oh no!"

Fire Spirit and Wind Spirit retreated.

He stopped exploring under the covers, put away his small dagger, and silently organized the green junk items he had acquired after the murder and the money-stealing knife.

"No, no, no, you are the living fathers."

"Waaaaah, Tea God, give me back my blessing!"

Orange Tea leaned back slightly.

I'm really afraid that this idiot will say something even more outrageous in order to bestow blessings, and that my family will see it again tomorrow.

She dismissively told Cifu to return to its place.

The blanket angrily poked the lowly mage who had just been interrogated.

"Why do you always give him face like this? You should make him kneel down and beg you."

"He can do it."

"..." He slapped the blanket on his forehead.

Yeah, this guy'll probably get into character, sliding down to his knees and grabbing the orange tea's hand to perform, "If there's no blessing, then I'll..."

If you let orange tea shake your hand.

It can seamlessly switch to crawling on all fours, constantly calling out the name of orange tea as it crawls in the shadows.

If Orange Tea remained calm and composed, observing without uttering a word.

He could shout, "Tea Master, why are you just watching?"

He could probably conjure up the classic scenes in his mind on a whim, without needing to rehearse at all.

Spectators are used to it.

Even the casual observers in the community who don't play games have gotten used to it.

This is the jailer guy; you never know what incredible things he might do.

There's always something to watch.

Not doing live streaming to make money gives competitors a chance.

The 36 warriors of the Bone Guard are charging forward, carrying the mage's corpse.

This is the most bizarre scene that happened on the battlefield of Rong En.

Many young, lowly magicians were at a loss.

The deafening explosions, the rain of corrosive corpses falling from the sky, and the rapidly spreading, astonishing stench made every battlefield that Jailer Brother set foot on feel like purgatory.

Where there are corpses, there will be explosions.

An explosion will create more corpses.

A ruthless necromancer has appeared in a densely populated area, and his destructive power is astonishing.

Corpse Explosion might not kill high-ranking mages, but it can level all buildings within a radius of 100 to 200 meters in less than a minute, annihilating all the lowly forces.

This creates a de facto no-man's-land.

In order to prevent the chain of corpse explosions from losing its starting point, the Bone Guardians transform into corpse carriers whenever they enter a "development-ready" war zone.

"That's it!"

On the horizon, dozens of holy figures shrouded in holy light, dressed in monastic robes, rushed towards them.

The prison guard's ability to create uninhabited areas at a speed comparable to that of flesh and blood has led to the emergence of high-level combat squads led by 8th-tier mages on the battlefield.

Among the dozens of clergy, two were at rank 8, and the rest were all at rank 7.

The Dragon Molten City, the Blood Sword's rampage, the Devouring Spider, and Freya's chaos—multiple measures were taken simultaneously, and the jailer was actually the first to force a high-level mage to appear.

At this moment, he was still holding a 6th-rank priest who had just been arrested.

When a conflict begins in each area, the player will prioritize targeting support characters – even though the support characters are unlikely to be able to save anyone due to the indiscriminate chain attacks of the jailer, they still need to be eliminated first.

Team fights can be lost, but the healer must die.

It's the same for every game.

"Let her go."

The leading clergyman gave the order.

The blanket blinked, glanced at the priest whose hair was being pulled, and released its right hand.

Holding a knife in his left hand, he slits the throat.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

"you!"

The rarely seen dark spirit of Orange Tea transformed into a thick black wall, blocking the healing light from above and preventing them from using any means to save people.

He twirled the knife in bed and said innocently, "I did what you said and bled her. How was it? Not bad, right? Even Orange Tea said my knife skills are excellent."

The clergy watched helplessly as their companion breathed his last, their eyes gleaming with malice.

"Filthy, evil, and beyond redemption."

The jailer was puzzled: "Why are you cursing yourself? If you reflect on yourself now, I won't let you off the hook either."

"You demons who blaspheme against life, you who command the dead!"

The leading clergyman roared, and the holy book in his hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light.

The next second, dozens of holy light chains burst from the ground, coiling around the jailer's limbs like venomous snakes.

The clergy chanted in unison, and a blazing white beam of light suddenly descended from the sky, completely enveloping the jailer.

The bone guardians were only slightly tainted before crumbling into ashes.

Within the pillar of light, countless tiny holy flames, like living creatures, burrowed into the gaps in his armor, attempting to annihilate and burn every inch of his necromantic aura from the physical level.

The lowly clergy awaited the moment when the jailer would vanish into thin air.

The three attributes of light, fire, and lightning have been verified to have a suppressive effect on all undead creations.

Existing exorcism techniques often combine three elements.

The magic cast on the jailer at this moment was enough to cause the deformed flesh and blood creation to fall apart, and the cursed vengeful spirits that devoured the soul to dissipate like dust and mist.

"how come……"

Amidst the holy light and the intertwining of thunder and fire, the jailer remained unmoved.

Even though the necromancy failed and all creations were destroyed, he acted as if nothing had happened, tilting his head back and looking at them with a mocking and contemptuous gaze, as if he were a clown performing in a circus.

"Brother, brother, your restraining spell is really effective, but is there any possibility..."

The jailer patted his chest lightly, and a phantom water shield formed from the Origin Element—Water—suddenly appeared.

All the spells were devoured.

Although the calm water shield was bubbling and smoking like boiling water, it had withstood the most deadly direct hit.

"I have a magical artifact!"

Since acquiring the equipment, he has lost count of how many times he has been saved from certain death situations.

The necromancer, who cannot be seen in the light, can bask in holy light without falling.

The jailer, in addition to killing, also sought to destroy my spirit: "Brothers, you who pride yourselves on being a race blessed by the gods, can't you take out your corresponding divine weapon and kill me with one blow?"

"I don't mean anything by it, I just want to see if your god really exists."

"You blasphemous demon!"

"Well said! I not only want to blaspheme him, but I also want to shit on his head!"

The jailer gritted his teeth, and in a second, he became vulgar as he was immersed in his own emotions.

The clergy remained undaunted.

Although the first attack couldn't kill the Spirit Mage, as long as the attacks continued, the Jailer's life-saving items would eventually become ineffective.

At that time, the artifact will naturally change hands.

Moreover, if they can't defeat them, does that mean necromancers can?
What undead creature can move under the light of the Holy Light?
"Yes, brothers, yes." The jailer grinned wildly, as if he knew what they were thinking.

The priest, whose attention was focused on the jailer, was suddenly startled to find that the blankets had vanished from their spot.

While searching around, they discovered that she had somehow gotten directly beneath them, and was holding a... corpse in her arms?
"Echoes of Vengeance!" The jailer pointed a gun at the priest, "Ritual Magic—Gravity Disruption."

In an instant, the priest who was cosplaying as a god in the air fell to the ground with a thud, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

This is what the jailer meant when he said he found a treasure when he picked up the corpse of the level 6 mage.

The last spell this guy cast before he died was a ritual magic that could alter gravity within a certain area, causing people to plummet.

Originally, with his abilities, it would have been impossible for him to cast ritual magic alone. However, in the game, the necromancer's Echo of the Wraith can ignore the casting vessel and forcibly demand that the dead spirit possess the body again.

As for the cost of casting the spell...

Anyway, it has nothing to do with necromancers.

While he was pondering, the corpse of the 6th-tier mage exploded into a cloud of blood mist and ceased to exist.

Naturally, every spell comes at a price.

If no one can be found to pay the price, then the caster must bear the consequences.

Even though it is dead, it still has the power to punish it.

The necromancer, acting as a middleman, is unaffected by the costs.

The jailer laughed heartily: "Now I can steal your holy light magic, thank you everyone~~~"

(End of this chapter)