T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 622, Section 621: Mounts

Gorcalon, if placed in Anna 100 years later, would be a boss-level figure.

Having mastered the magic of spirit body swapping and ultimately transformed from a human into a lich, he was someone that any magician would covet.

If it weren't for the common enemy, the Clarity One, the Church of Eternal Night would probably have attacked him without hesitation.

The appearance is slightly different from that in the game.

Gorcalon's most striking feature was its purplish-red spirit head, which stood out starkly against its pale, fleshy body.

As if forged from congealed blood and boiling, churning black mist, its translucent, constantly slightly distorted texture is enough to send chills down the spine of anyone with a weak mind when looked at directly.

The green flames acted as eyes, and Gorcalon silently observed them.

"The work of cleaning up the mining area is done by the believers; I have no interest in finishing up the work."

Lenalya used her prepared explanation and arrogantly swaggered past the Great Lich.

Gorcalon didn't suspect anything and looked at Naphir again.

"Is this your new little toy? It looks quite ordinary."

Nafiel patted Jiang Heyi's cheek.

The force was a bit too strong, and she was startled. She changed her grip, grabbed his chin, and lifted him up in front of Gorcalon.

"Well, since you're curious, take a look."

Curiosity is a universal human trait, and the Great Lich was no exception.

The elimination of the Pure Ones was a crucial moment in dividing the inheritance. Nafiel would rather face criticism afterward and likely lose a portion of the inheritance, even if it meant temporarily leaving the team. He didn't believe it was just to vent his anger.

The purplish-red spirit head slowly approached Jiang Heyi's face.

The light brought no warmth whatsoever; instead, it made Jiang Heyi feel as if he had suddenly found himself standing in front of an open refrigerator in the sweltering heat of summer.

A chilling aura rushed towards him, and a rolling coolness, as if alive, climbed onto his skin and greedily seeped into the depths of his bones.

My nose is a bit stuffy; the smoke billowing from the "refrigerator" smells like a stale tomb.

Seeing that Gorkaron was getting closer and closer, as if he was about to embrace him and draw his life force from him, Jiang Heyi no longer hesitated.

The spiritual power concentrated at a single point and exploded, a razor-sharp blade piercing into Gorkaron's consciousness.

Sayer didn't teach him many fancy mental magic techniques; he was a man who even his proud magical names were unremarkable.

Before his arrival, I repeatedly told him that if he could master a single skill, he should.

Jiang Heyi felt he was a good student, implementing the instructions thoroughly, and the results were good.

Gorkaron's crimson spirit head, which emitted an ominous light like an evil bulb, suddenly went out, and the eerie green soul flame completely dissipated.

The pale shell, formed from materials stolen from countless corpses, was instantly stripped of all its support and collapsed limply to the ground.

Apart from the fries, the others on the boundary between reality and virtuality immediately split up and took action.

"Na!"

"Fei!"

"you!"

Gorcalon's cold, deep voice echoed over the Great Archives, his boundless rage seemingly capable of igniting everything.

"You and Lenalasia both betrayed us, didn't you?"

The attack was successful, but to no avail.

Gorkaron stored his true consciousness in the Life Box, and Jiang Heyi's mental magic could only sever his puppet-like tricks.

The silent Great Archives was now boiling over; the wrath of the Necromancer Lord had materialized into a tangible tide of death.

From the shadow of the bookshelf, countless zombies dragged their mutilated limbs out, emitting sickening howls.

Translucent vengeful spirits converged into a gray-white torrent of death, weaving and accompanying each other.

Guided by the consciousness within the Life Box, they emerge continuously from all directions.

Like an endless nightmare materializing, it coldly devoured the limited space around the boundary between reality and illusion.

The few remaining restrictions placed on the Great Archives by those who are clear-minded have been awakened by the chaos.

The magical creations resonated with each other, their magical energy became chaotic, and amidst the chaos, a raging fire burned fiercely.

Flames erupted from several areas piled with ancient paper scrolls, then spread rapidly along the wooden bookshelves, greedily licking everything flammable.

Thick black smoke billowed upwards, intertwining and swirling with the grayish-white mist of the dead.

It's time to come.

Just like when we first met in the game, the Great Library of the Clear Ones was engulfed in a raging fire.

The fire spread uncontrollably, and deadly toxic smoke quickly filled the air. The choking fumes filled their nostrils, causing Beiwo and the others, who had fought their way through the undead army, to cough repeatedly.

The moment Gorcalon uttered the word "betrayal," Nafiel and Lenalsia's hopes for the group at the boundary between reality and illusion to fail and die, and for them to break free from control, vanished completely.

Even now, with communication disrupted by the central magic array, Gorkaron can still control his spirit to travel to the 11th floor to deliver a message.

They can all hang out together because they all know that the others aren't exactly good people.

Yongye will not listen to their explanations; he will only try to take advantage of them before killing them.

We must go all the way down this path!
Nafiel quickly offered a suggestion.

"We cannot separate, Master, we must stick together!"

In the game, players experienced this paradox when dealing with Gor'kron.

If we don't divide our forces to search for the life-saving treasure, we'll be dragged down by a protracted war of attrition.

Dividing forces to search for the life box means they can be defeated one by one.

In reality, he is even more troublesome. Gorcalon is proficient in necromancy and has an extremely high utilization rate of corpses.

It just so happens that the largest battle since the invasion broke out here not long ago, leaving corpses strewn everywhere and plenty of material.

A constant stream of undead creatures emerges from the complex environment, posing a constant threat of casualties.

Seeing Jiang Heyi's firm stance and insistence on splitting up the forces, Nafiel could only grit his teeth and follow behind, searching for the Lich Life Box along the way.

This was practically an impossible task; they had witnessed firsthand that Gorcalon's phylactery could be disguised.

If such a large library were to become a single book lying quietly on the shelves, how would they find it?
"Don't force the Lich King if you're not confident!"

Nafiel inwardly cursed Jiang Heyi's recklessness, which had dragged everyone into a desperate situation.

However, Lenalya had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

She keenly sensed that this unfathomable new master, and his team, seemed to have another, clearer, and more urgent goal, rather than just searching for the Life Box.
"Report, report, we're being besieged by undead creatures. The frog-headed stitched monster is very useful; it just shot and blasted a bunch of them with its electric eyes. I used some spirits to clear the way, but now it seems we're a bit lost."

Reality is not a game; players can walk on flat ground even in thick smoke, and there's even an in-game map to illuminate the fog of war.

The jailer summoned a bull, and Gor'kron's creations appeared—one bull and one necromancer. The necromancer summoned by the bull then exploded against the opponent.

He kept muttering strange things like, "Your creations are so useful."

Since there were no branches to throw, the jailer picked up a severed arm and made Orange Tea make do with it.

Before she could even test the substitutability, dozens of heavy books beside the fiercely burning bookshelves on either side suddenly seemed to come alive, their pages flipping open automatically with a "whoosh," fluttering up like butterflies. The pages flapped wildly, spewing out crackling bolts of lightning, like a swarm of enraged magical drones, nimbly weaving and hovering above their heads.

The next second, countless tiny arcs of electricity and blazing fireballs rained down from the sky like a sudden storm.

"Wow! What kind of bird is that! What kind of bird is that!" the jailer yelled as he dodged the bird in a flustered manner. "Haki is breathing on us! Report, Haki is breathing on us!"

The two jailers didn't suffer any losses from the undead creations; instead, they were severely attacked by the local creations of the Clarity.

Amidst the chaos, the communication from under the covers came through.

The background noise was filled with the heavy thuds of shields being slammed, interspersed with violent coughing.

"Let me report the situation. The visibility here is extremely low, with thick smoke and dust, making it impossible to find any landmarks... cough cough cough!"

"I fuck your mother!"

Jiang Heyi was startled by the squid's sudden excited cry.

As a teacher, he has always been very cultured.

As far as I can remember, I only broke down once because of Düsseldorf.

What's going on?
With his prized shield parry skills not working properly, Mo Yu, who was doing his best to shield his teammates, felt like a miserable working person on his day off.

I was just looking forward to a good night's sleep when my neighbor started renovating.

A barrage of hammer blows followed, leaving my head buzzing.

"Bang bang bang bang bang~~~"

More than ten zombies pounced on the shield and pounded on it, as if the shield were some kind of drumming instrument, somehow managing to create a rhythm.

Frustrated, frustrated, frustrated.

He roared and abruptly moved his hand from the standard grip behind the shield to the edge of the shield.

His five fingers gripped the corner of the heavy tower shield tightly, and his muscles tensed instantly!

This tall, muscular creature roared, "Get the hell out of my way!"

He swung his arm in a wide arc, wielding the massive shield, as large as a door panel, as if it were a toy!
His entire being transformed into a raging metal windmill, or a highly efficient and ruthless lawnmower, and began to spin and propel itself wildly through the tide of the dead!
Crushing flesh and blood, crushing shells and entrails, the bloodthirsty squid spun and leaped.

Wherever it went, severed limbs and broken pieces flew everywhere.

All that's missing is lowering your head to meet the principle of indisputability.

The tetragonal was somewhat dazed.

He had just used a simple and effective fireball spell to blast a path to the bookshelf.

At this moment, he was using Elemental Fusion Torrent from his high vantage point, like a detached painter wielding a giant, invisible brush, calmly painting a scroll as he indiscriminately "annihilated" the horde of zombies swarming towards him from the ground below.

The efficient clearing process was abruptly interrupted.

Suddenly, without warning, a massive spinning top, laden with blood, flesh, and bone fragments, appeared in his field of vision, forcing him to urgently redirect the elemental fusion torrent in his hand—a weapon that could be called a "ship-slaying sword"—towards the densely packed undead area further away.

Just by listening to the reports, Lenalya could tell that everyone in this team possessed unique skills.

But this does not solve the problem.

The lost casket remains as if it had sunk into the sea, leaving no trace.

Gorcalon didn't need to show himself at all. He could simply hide in the Casket of Fate and rely on the endless sea of ​​the dead and the ever-spreading fire to wear them down until they were exhausted and their magic was depleted.

Near the central teleportation array of the Great Archives, where a large number of spirits and zombies were directly engaged in battle, corpses littered the ground.

Four people slashed as they climbed down from the bookshelf, leaped out from the shadows, and even broke through the brick floor to ambush the zombies who lunged at them from behind; their numbers were unknown.

After going around in circles, due to the influence of the firelight, Jiang Heyi and his three companions ended up back at the starting point.

Gorcalon had long since regained his mobility, but he simply refused to show himself.

Knowing that Jiang Heyi possessed the mental power to instantly destroy spirits, he focused on survival, only allowing the walking corpses to deplete his physical strength and attention.

Their caution is sickening.

Once again, he pushed through the thick smoke. With the help of the elemental shield, he managed to blow away the dense smoke and dust. What Jiang Heyi saw was a dead end, with portraits of people hanging on the bookshelves above.

"Oh no, did we actually take the wrong turn at this time?!"

Lenalya had a feeling that all was lost.

Unable to find a breakthrough in Gorcalon's theory, he wandered aimlessly through the collection like a headless fly, not far from his demise.

"This is it!" French Fries shouted excitedly. "The landmarks in this area are exactly the same as I remember them. It's right here!"

Searching along the bookshelves on both sides, which were about the same height as the two of them, a copy of "The Encyclopedia of the Clear Ones" came into view.

It did not release the slightest bit of magical energy and was completely inconspicuous among the ancient, yellowed books and scrolls.

But the fries can still recognize it!
"Insect fog, wake up."

When its name was suddenly called, the "encyclopedia" gave a human-like shudder.

It raised its head in disbelief, its body gradually transforming into a question mark.

"Who are you people, and why do you know my name, Chongchong?"

Jiang Heyi quickly relayed the good news to the others who were searching, then bowed his head to inform them.

"Elsa requested our assistance. Would you like to go to the higher-ups?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Insect Mist replied, "Of course, it is my dream to fight alongside Lady Elsa!"

The little fairy danced gracefully around the four people. Even in such a harsh environment, it remained relaxed and at ease, comparable to the prison guard.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Find that damned great lich's phylactery, I want him dead!"

Nafiel instinctively poured cold water on the idea.

"Gorcalon is so well-hidden that he can't be caught with ordinary senses. Don't try anything rash in your desperation."

After a pause, she quickly added her own sharp comment.

"If you expect a magical creation of a Clarity Being to provide us with an opportunity to kill, that's just ridiculous..."

Before the word "了" even landed, Chongwu stretched out his body and pointed to a burning book on a bookshelf not far away.

"The Devilan Dietary Almanac"

This is a historical and cultural classic that introduces the changes and flavor enhancements in local cuisine.

Most Devilland people wouldn't know about this step unless they were tested, yet it could identify it remotely without even looking at it.

"Since you've said so much, if what the insect mist said is true, could you transform into a means of transportation and let Lenashia ride around for a day?"

Nafiel felt a sudden jolt of excitement.

Why did they suddenly go all out?
But the thought of making the usually displeased Nafiel suffer a humiliation, and even eat his fill, made her immediately bow her head in gratitude to her master for giving her the opportunity.

It felt like the reward was already a sure thing.

"Hmph, I don't believe it can find the lich's phylactery. Even if it can, so what if it's a mount!" she retorted defiantly.

(End of this chapter)