T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 616, Section 615: The Conflict Between Necromancers – It's Always Been This Way

Plop~~~
The crisp sounds of water splashing echoed one after another.

The boundary between reality and illusion arrived at the first layer of the bathhouse, soaked to the bone.

"Puha, help me, help me!"

One second he was controlling the undead and exuding an air of superiority, but now he was thrashing about in the deep water, wildly slapping the surface with his hands, splashing water everywhere, and sinking like a weight.

Unable to receive any effective instructions, the two werewolves who landed first stood blankly on the shore, staring at their master.

"You shameful bastard!"

Orange Tea blushed and was just about to grit her teeth and dive back into the water in a standard diving pose.

Just as she was about to enter the water, a head suddenly popped up from the water next to the jailer.

Cuttlefish wiped the water off its face, speechless as it looked at the pathetic creature in front of it, which was about to sink to the bottom. Its eyes were filled with the helplessness of "this guy is hopeless".

Dragged by the squid, the jailer's feet touched the bottom of the pool. Although he was still choking on water, he finally stopped thrashing about. He was panting heavily, still in shock, and hung helplessly and pitifully on the squid, soaking wet.

On the shore, Orange Tea covered her face and grumbled.

"You were just bragging about taking the place of Cuttlefish C, but without us, you'd drown!"

If there's one skill that the jailer guy forgot to learn in his past life, it's swimming.

He's a complete landlubber; he could really die in the deep end of the bathhouse.

Jiang Heyi sighed. Nothing could surprise him; the jailer was truly the same in both his lives.

Perhaps it was the orange tea's good luck that worked, as their landing point happened to be the large bathhouse located at the very edge of the dust layer.

Good news, no one died in this area, and the jailer didn't drink any salty blood when he choked on the water.

The bad news was that, just as he was struggling to choke on the water, he sensed that a vast number of undead creatures in the previously silent corridors and halls were being awakened.

They began to stir and gather, like sharks that had smelled blood.

The most memorable thing about the first floor is the Frog-Headed Stitched Monster, a killer for newbies. In fact, there was a mini-boss before it, an unknown necromancer from the Church of Eternal Night.

In reality, there are a total of 3 people here.

They are also responsible for controlling the frog-headed stitched monster and providing it with sanity.

The loud noise caused by the fall into the water echoed in the quiet space, alerting the three remaining Night Necromancers.

Before long, the undead army, drawn by the scent of the living, will swarm in under their control.

All eyes turned to Jiang Heyi, waiting for him to make a decision.

Jiang Heyi quickly calmed down. While wringing the water off his coat, he checked his memory with the French fries.

"If I remember correctly, even if we successfully kill those three necromancers, it won't stop those stitched monsters immediately."

French Fries nodded: "The out-of-control Frankenstein's monster will automatically track and chase its enemies until it is destroyed."

Before the words were finished, heavy and chaotic footsteps approached from afar outside the carved wooden door of the bathhouse, which was stained red with blood, like the urgent beat of a drum.

The sound was sticky and dragging, mixed with the harsh noise of bones rubbing against the ground.

Before Jiang Heyi could speak, the zombies surged in like a tidal wave.

The tattered robes on their bodies clearly identified them; the deceased were mostly core followers or priests of the Clarity.

Not long after the battle ended, most of them retained the gruesome appearance of their deaths, but distinct individuals could be easily spotted in the group.

Their skin appeared swollen and pale from prolonged soaking, with many parts rotting and peeling off, revealing dark muscle and stark white bones.

The rate of decay could not have reached this level in a single day under normal conditions; it is undoubtedly the work of a necromancer.

The horde of zombies howled and made meaningless hoarse noises, their joints moving stiffly. Their sheer number nearly filled the passageway at the entrance, and under the guidance of a particular individual, they collectively emitted a nauseating, pungent stench of decay.

It reminds French fries of a "fun thing" from their childhood.

My parents went on a lovey-dovey trip, accidentally turned off the refrigerator, and returned home seven days later with me singing and dancing.

Open the door and open the refrigerator.

In an instant, a river of dark brown liquid flowed out, and the tiny creatures wriggling in every corner of the refrigerator made my mother scream at a decibel loud enough to shatter the glass.

That smell, once you've smelled it, you'll never forget it.

Practice has proven that she will never forget it, even in two lifetimes. But smelling this putrid stench, French Fries once again recalled her childhood—if she could, she would not want to recall her childhood in such a unique and peculiar way.

In response to the threshold training for dealing with bloodshed, many virtual and real boundaries were worked out under the teacher's guidance.

The stench and the physiological harm it causes cannot be easily dealt with by desensitization alone.

If Nurgle Soup were here, perhaps he would shout "Father!" and charge into the horde of corpses?

Despite their efforts to suppress vomiting, tears were streaming down their faces.

It stinks so bad it hurts my eyes!
"It is a magic of collective resonance, which uses individual units as a central hub to amplify the power of surrounding units."

French Fries' rationality was as solid as iron; even at this moment, he could still pull out relevant information and popular science from his brain.

Ok?
wrong.

Aside from being a little pale from the smoke, the jailer seemed perfectly fine.
"Such a useful corpse, I'd like to borrow it too!"

As he spoke, he licked his lips and clapped his hands lightly.

The mutant, whose giant form was accelerated within the horde of corpses, stood motionless with its head drooping.

The putrid, pungent, yellowish-brown corpse mist was kept out by the four Primarchs' fire barrier, and he was ready to pull up his shield and fight back, so the pressure suddenly eased.

"Ugh?"

Seeing the horde of corpses thrashing about, bumping into each other like headless flies, he was somewhat bewildered.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I've taken care of all the signal towers that relayed the commands. How about that? Your jailer brother is awesome..."

Before he could finish gloating, his brow furrowed.

"Damn it, you're trying to steal it? What's mine is mine, and you can't take it back!"

As he spoke, he clenched his fists and stood still, lost in thought.

Hearing his words, everyone understood.

Three necromancers, hidden in the shadows, are locked in a fierce battle with the jailer over control of their "pets."

Not far from the atrium of the Dust-Cleansing Layer, three necromancers from the Church of Eternal Night gritted their teeth, their expressions strained.

"A necromancer? Where did he come from?"

"The Clear Ones should refuse to accept necromancers."

"Never mind all that. Blatantly stealing creations is a provocation!"

For a necromancer, having their handcrafted necromancer creation stolen by someone else is tantamount to having their head trampled on.

A battle of dignity!

Without the "signal tower" and without the necromancer's orders, the roaming horde of zombies began to execute the underlying code—to kill the living.

"Take it a little longer."

After giving the prison guard his instructions, the fries transformed into an arrow and shot off.

Her figure moved like a ghost through the horde of zombies, her long sword, held in reverse, slicing out deadly silver arcs.

Wherever the blade flashed, rotting heads flew into the air, and stiff limbs were easily severed.

Her movements were fluid and efficient, without a single unnecessary flourish. Every dodge and every strike precisely reaped the benefits of these low-level undead creations.

One man becomes an army.

"Look at me, look at me, look at me! Orange Tea, follow my gaze... and the blankets too." Seeing the blankets effortlessly emerge from the shadows, becoming her wingman and covering her blind spots, she immediately changed her tune.

Battle always excites her, even if it means one wrong step and she will be wiped out!

How delightful is the symphony of flesh and bone shattering!

The squid silently pushed against the right side of the orange tea.

As a group of zombies was about to pounce, his shield no longer blocked, but transformed into a heavy striking weapon. Each fierce shield strike shattered the bones of more than ten zombies, sending them flying backward.

Taking advantage of their loss of balance and fall, the squid used its shield to stab at the ground, leaving them bloodied and mangled.

Jiang Heyi and the Four Primal Bodies did not make a move.

This is also a key difference between reality and games.

In reality, the "little blue bottle" of magic potion can't provide an instant response.

The potions provided by Peppermint only provide continuous, rapid recovery, and due to their weight and backpacks, the number they can carry is limited.

In order to cope with any situation that may arise at any time, they must keep their magic powers full.

They no longer needed to intervene; the battle was almost entirely one-sided.

Although the number of zombies was large, they were slow-moving and had limited attack methods. They posed no real threat to the well-coordinated and far superior Virtual-Real Boundary Squad.

Especially the fries, with their ferocious mowing, they'd be perfect if they just cut off a zombie's head and tied it around their waist.

The dozens of zombies that had flooded into the bathhouse were cleared away, leaving the ground covered with still-twitching limbs and bodies that were gradually turning to ashes.

The necromancy is still at stake.

Neither side would back down, and they were locked in a tug-of-war over each of the mutants.

The prison guard was outnumbered three to one and surprisingly held his own for a while.

"Bring it to you!"

He suddenly let out a strange cry, sat up abruptly, and laughed excitedly.

"Hehehe, after holding out for so long, I still managed to snatch him up, you little punk!"

"Ouch~~~~"

Two loud wolf howls stiffened his neck.

Squid took a step forward and stood in front of the jailer. The werewolf pounced, and his claw, which was about to tear his throat apart, was blocked solidly by the shield with a dull thud.

"Damn it, you guys are better than my werewolves!"

In the final moments, the necromancers of the Church of Eternal Night chose a classic tactic—base swapping!
It seems that other people's creations are always better than what you actually make yourself.

The jailer gritted his teeth and ordered all the mutants that had switched bases to self-destruct, quickly entering the second battlefield to continue plundering werewolves.

"What's mine is mine."

"What's yours is still mine!"

As if sensing each other's stubbornness, the necromancer of the Eternal Night, unable to reach a stalemate, also chose the same action and ordered himself to self-destruct.

"If I can't play, you can't play either."

As if by divine intervention, both sides in the tug-of-war competition simultaneously lost all their wrestling arenas and returned to reality with gritted teeth.

The three members of the Eternal Night Church were consumed by evil fire.

The opponent clearly only had one necromancer, yet he was able to resist the combined strength of the three of them.

Doesn't this mean that the opponent's mastery of necromancy far surpasses that of 8% of the members of the Church of Eternal Night?
One of them took out a bone whistle and blew it loudly.

The ugly, frog-headed stitched monster passed through the thick walls in an energy state and arrived in front of the three people.

"Invisible, give them a surprise!"

To cover the Frog-Head Stitches' operation, they awakened all the corpses piled up here, forming another undead army that marched towards the Great Baths.

All you need to do is let the Frog-Headed Stitches strike first, and whoever the opponent is, they will surely die!
"Ow!!!!"

The three people who were following the undead creature into the bathhouse heard a shrill wail.

The frog-headed stitched monster, which was supposed to attack in its energy form, somehow rushed out of the bathhouse as if fleeing, turning into a gust of wind, passing through the corridor, and landing not far behind the three people.

"What's going on? We're your operators, follow orders!"

The command could not dispel the pain and terror plastered across the frog-headed stitched monster's twisted and ferocious face.

The seven people from the boundary between reality and illusion arrived at the corridor outside the bathhouse, where they faced the three necromancers behind the pile of corpses.

Jiang Heyi smiled and shook the lantern in his hand, and the necromancer immediately understood.

This special item, forged by the Temple of the Clarity, can unleash the power of the three elements: fire, light, and darkness, and is blessed with powerful energy to attack evil spirits.

When the frog-headed stitched monster, which exists between the magical state and reality, is exposed to light, it will involuntarily revert to its original form and will be unable to return to its energy state for a period of time.

"This lantern's design... isn't it one of those belonging to the dead saintess Alna? Where did you find it?!"

"And who is it that wants to help the Temple of the Clarity!"

Jiang Heyi showed no interest in answering; his eyes were narrowed, as if he were looking at a corpse.

"Hey!"

A muffled thud, barely noticeable amidst the furious roar, was heard until the companion's trembling fingers touched his arm.

The blankets silently concealed themselves in the large shadows left on the ground by the walking corpses, and effortlessly crept up behind the three people.

Two simple and decisive cuts to the waist precisely rendered them unable to speak.

"When did you... huh!"

Two of the three necromancers were clutching their lower abdomens, their faces contorted in pain, kneeling on the ground.

Blood gushed from one of the throats.

Without lifting a finger, the blankets instantly rendered the three people unable to retaliate.

The difference between game combat and real-world combat is quite obvious.

The Overlord once commented that, in terms of single-point lethality, the bed is the most likely to cause the greatest damage at the moment of engagement.

The waist-bursting combat tactic is simple, brutal, and practical. Once you get hit by a knife, even vampires who are known for their self-healing abilities will have to work hard to heal their wounds.

In a duel between mages who value the initiative, the dark elves, who can stealthily strike unexpectedly, pose a tremendous threat; a moment's carelessness can lead to certain death.

"You~~~"

The two men, whose waists had been ripped open, could only watch helplessly as the person in the blankets, holding a dagger, stepped on their chests and forcefully plunged the dagger into their chests.

With a swift cut, the abdomen is opened, the heart is located, and two precise stabs are made.

One cut to the head, one cut to the heart, to ensure complete death.

They died without ever understanding how these outsiders could find the Clear Ones' sacred artifact and, by using it properly, break through the Frog-Headed Stitches' stealth advantage...

It was as if they had long anticipated the existence of such a creation here?

At the very moment the necromancer died, the frog-headed stitched monster let out a sickening roar.

Like a wild beast freed from its shackles, its eyes were bloodshot. It leaped forward and, like a fish, slipped into the water, swimming and disappearing into nothingness.

"Huh?" The jailer was bewildered. "Why can't I be awesome!"

French fries also looked at Jiang Heyi in surprise.

This doesn't match the information I remember.

(End of this chapter)