T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 617, Section 616: Isn't it just mental magic? Anyone can do that.

Just as the bloated, enormous body of the Frog-Headed Stitches-on monster dissolved into nothingness and vanished into the void, everyone's concentrated perception was instantly deflected and rendered ineffective, as if it had struck an invisible barrier.

Its disappearance was not simply an act of invisibility, but rather a transformation into magic.

Like a drop of water flowing into a flowing river, ordinary magical perception is ineffective.

This is also the main reason why players are constantly being manipulated and tormented in the game.

Its impeccable behavioral logic disrupts the combat strategy of destroying the boundary between the virtual and real worlds upon discovery.

“Historically, the Sunrain Squad killed the necromancer before destroying it.” Jiang Heyi nervously observed his surroundings and lowered his voice. “With the necromancer dead, the Stitches fell into chaos and could not immediately activate its energy state.”

As a top-tier necromancer creation, the Frog-Headed Stitches is endowed with both "intelligent mode" and "human operation" modes.

Switching modes takes time, and this should have been their golden window to seize the opportunity and destroy them in one fell swoop.

Reality dealt them a heavy blow.

Without the slightest hesitation, the monster perfectly switched to autonomous combat mode the instant it lost its master, acting decisively, efficiently, and without even bothering to feign a moment of chaos.

He muttered under the covers, "He switched forms in a second, he's not even pretending anymore."

"Om~~"

A tooth-grinding, high-frequency vibration tore through the air without warning.

A beam of intense, almost white, red light suddenly burst forth from the shadows in the blind spot of the crowd.

Is it aiming at orange tea?
In reality, why is it that attacking support characters is prioritized even in real life?
The squid foot stomped forward heavily, its body as steady as a mountain, slamming the heavy tower shield into the ground!
The edge of the shield sank into the stone bricks in an instant, stirring up a ring of debris.

Having received training as a magic warrior, he had already released a fire element barrier, forming a double protection with the shield.

Almost as soon as the shield hit the ground, his arm muscles bulged, and with a roar, a blazing fire elemental barrier instantly unfolded in front of the shield, leaping flames attempting to intercept the deadly ray.

Even so, the plow-like heat rays easily tore through the barrier and shone straight onto the thick shield.

The area of ​​the shield that was directly hit instantly turned into something like melted wax, visibly dented and melted.

Molten iron flowed and dripped down, splashing dazzling sparks and blue smoke on the cold, hard bricks and stones.

The terrifying heat was transmitted through the shield, causing blisters to form on the squid's hands as it gripped the shield tightly.

His facial features visibly contorted, yet he dared not let go.

No sooner said than done, the jailer had already pulled Orange Tea away from the direct sunlight area.

Jiang Heyi ordered, "Let go and step back behind us!"

In a game, the squid would fight to the death to be at the forefront.

It's a disgrace to have a shieldbearer standing behind a teammate.

In reality, however, he didn't hesitate at all, grabbing the shield that seemed to be attracted by the heat rays and breaking free.

Jiang Heyi, French Fries, and the Four Primal Bodies joined forces, channeling their magic into the flame barrier he had already deployed. Through the resonance of the same element, they calmed the raging heat, creating a defensive posture where one side's strength diminished while the other's increased.

"Oh!"

The sudden explosion left Jiang Heyi bewildered, and the focused light on the flame barrier vanished abruptly.

Immediately following was a surge of magical energy crashing in like waves, but there was no sign of the frog-headed stitched monster launching another attack.

Looking around, all was silent; the Frankenstein monster was nowhere to be seen.

In an instant, Jiang Heyi realized the purpose of that explosion.

"It creates small-scale bursts of magic, disrupting the flow of magic and leaving residual magical energy, making it even harder for us to perceive its actions through the flow of magic."

In the babbling water, the ripples created by the small fish flicking their tails are eye-catching.

However, if the water is flowing rapidly, it is difficult to detect.

Can undead creatures possess such high combat intelligence?

Jiang Heyi's gaze met that of the prison guard, and he immediately understood his surprise.

"Someone is manipulating the Frankenstein monster."

An event that did not exist in normal history has occurred.

Logically speaking, the current experts of the Eternal Night Church are all focused on attacking the higher levels, and a trend is about to emerge where they besiege the top floor of the Temple of the Clarity.

Being able to remotely intervene in high-level necromancy creations and manipulate them to change the course of battle requires more than just necromancy...

Jiang Heyi was instantly located.

"Nafiel!"

……

……

The 10th floor of the Temple of the Clarity, the Great Archives of the Clarity, is littered with corpses.

The Church of Eternal Night, which had been advancing smoothly through the invasion, encountered unprecedented resistance in the Great Archives area.

Nearly a hundred members of the Clarity were preparing for battle at the library's teleportation entrance. Unaware of the traitor within their ranks, they were completely unaware that the elite forces of the Eternal Night Church were gathered in the physical connection passage from the 9th to the 10th floor.

The ambush around the teleportation array failed, and not a single member of the Clarity Tribe retreated.

One after another, they unleashed large-scale magic at close range, dragging the Church of Eternal Night down with them.

After clearing out all resistance, the Church of Eternal Night, having fought fiercely for a day and a night, rested on the spot.

"The surface werewolf is not responding."

"The remaining undead legion on the first floor has also lost contact."

After carefully checking the path behind them, the Church of Eternal Night realized something.

The woman's languid, arrogant voice, which had once left a deep impression on the boundary between reality and illusion, spoke again.

"The dolls I marked on the second floor are still there."

“Nanafil, your mental magic can reach undead creations, so check if the Stitches is still there.” “…”

Dozens of high-ranking Eternal Night mages focused their gazes on Nafiel, whose brows were furrowed.

Suddenly, the corners of her mouth turned up.

"Who didn't close the cage properly? It prevented the Clarity Ones from escaping, but it did let a few little mice in."

"What's the meaning."

"We have guests. Besides us, others have entered the temple. Your bunch of useless necromancers are probably already asleep with the creation." Nafiel sneered. "Interesting. Let me play with them."

The Frog-Headed Stitches is an excellent necromancy creation, but it was temporarily assigned to the three-person gatekeeper team just for the purpose of guarding the gate.

When Nafiel himself took to the field, the crowd stopped paying attention to the result and just muttered something under their breath.

"Be careful not to get bitten by a rat."

Nafiel sneered: "Me? I'll get bitten by a rat?"

She squinted and recounted the scene to everyone.

"Of the seven little mice, only two had equipment, but it was just a knife and a shield. The adventurers you see all over Devland are better equipped than them."

"Oh wow, their movements in joining hands to resist high-level magic are quite skillful. The elemental magic resonance shield blocked one attack. They can be considered to have some skill, but they have only just entered the high-level stage."

"It's a pity you can't see these terrified little mice huddled back to back, huddled together, their panicked state as they warily observe their surroundings."

"It reminds me of when I was a kid, I would catch a mouse, put it in a cage, and poke it with a stick. It was fun, really fun."

The Church of Eternal Night has no normal people in the secular sense, and many people smiled as they listened to Nafiel's oral retelling.

A pleasant experience of empathy.

Nafiel was in no hurry to kill anyone.

As she said, the pleasure lies in locking rats in cages and torturing them little by little, letting them die in terror and anxiety.

It's no fun to suddenly kill a rat with a stick, watch it convulse and vomit blood, and then gradually stop moving.

Who's the captain?

As Nafiel hummed a song, everyone's attention was drawn to Jiang Heyi through the frequency of their conversation.

"Everyone is waiting for your instructions. How interesting."

"So calm and composed? Even though he's aware of the Frankenstein's power, he's still putting on a brave face, reassuring his teammates, and assigning details."

She licked her lips.

"I can't wait to see you break down; it will definitely be more intense than a rat's reaction."

Nafiel manipulated the Stitches to suddenly emerge from its energy state.

The same fire beam attack, the same sword aimed at the orange tea.

The difference was that at the moment of launch, she manipulated the power of earth element to sweep across the area where everyone was located at the boundary between the real and the virtual worlds, but only left a layer of liquid, soft soil behind Jiang Heyi.

The beam of light spun rapidly like a slingshot, sweeping across the ground like a plowshare, melting the earth in its path.

Using a feint, seeing that the attack didn't land on the orange tea as expected but instead swept towards him, Jiang Heyi calmly and steadily stepped forward to meet the scorching beam of light.

"Ugh?"

Nafiel was stunned.

Set up a circular liquid mud trap, then launch a sudden attack using a feint.

When faced with a sudden attack, a normal person will instinctively retreat.

What does "not retreating but advancing" mean?
As Jiang Heyi strolled leisurely, dodging the heat beam a second before it made intimate contact with him, only having his clothes ignited by the scorching light, Nafiel frowned deeply.

accidental?

The enthusiastic oral broadcast came to a standstill due to Jiang Heyi's sudden outburst.

He remained silent for a long time, then suddenly his face tightened, which made the high-ranking members of the Eternal Night Church realize something was amiss.

"Nafiel, you didn't get bitten by a rat, did you?"

"Shut up. It was just a lucky mouse that dodged a crippling blow. It was nothing more than insignificant luck."

Manipulating the Stitches-on monster, Nafiel sneaked to within 5 meters of Jiang Heyi.

"Now, I will take his hands away, forcing his companion to face the choice of saving him or abandoning him."

"I love watching these supposedly perfectly coordinated teams fall apart when faced with a life-or-death decision, slurp~~"

The frog-headed stitched monster leaped out, transforming from the ethereal into reality.

The distance of 5 meters was nothing more than a moment for the undead creature's explosive power.

Nafiel relayed the story with a sinister grin, but suddenly he saw Jiang Heyi slowly raise his hand and lightly tap his forehead.

This was unlike any familiar magical initiation, yet it strangely made her feel uneasy.

"Ugh!"

Nafiel let out a short, distorted groan, as if his soul had been struck hard by an invisible giant hammer.

The crystal-clear magical connection between her and the frog-headed stitched monster instantly became chaotic, like a signal being severely interfered with, filled with piercing noise and tearing pain.

Her head snapped back as if someone had hit her in the face.

"Ok?"

The Church of Eternal Night turned their gazes to witness the disheveled state of Nafiel.

“Mental magic…” Nafiel couldn’t believe it.

How could a mere rat possess mental magic!
(End of this chapter)