T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 623, page 622.
Nafiel and Lenalya ultimately underestimated how troublesome Gor'kron was as a high lich.

Although they were all members of the Church of Eternal Night, none of them had ever personally killed a lich.

In their view, a resurrection taking half a day should be incredibly powerful.

The truth is, less than ten minutes after Gorcalon's body was destroyed, the familiar, chilling malice once again filled the air.

Jiang Heyi keenly sensed the surrounding temperature quietly dropping, and the chill of being targeted by a venomous snake crept up his spine.

Gorcalon has been resurrected!
This is outrageous! There's a delay when you respawn in the game, and they don't even bother with in-game embellishments.

Even though he knew this possibility beforehand from the incomplete information provided by the Overlord, Jiang Heyi still couldn't help but curse when he actually witnessed it.

What kind of evil magic is this, and how did it happen?
Gorkaron was clearly extremely wary of Jiang Heyi's unpredictable mental magic, so he did not reveal himself immediately, but instead hid behind the churning shadows and smoke, quietly watching.

Perhaps sensing the threat of the insect mist from the conversation, Gorkaron suddenly appeared, his purplish-red head swelling to the size of a basketball hoop.

He opened his empty maw, and a thick, almost liquid, dark green poisonous mist, exuding a strong stench and putrid odor, violently spewed out like a high-pressure water gun.

The sword was pointed at the insect mist that Lenalya was holding in her mouth like a kitten.

Even powerful figures like Nafiel and Lenalya only managed to turn around abruptly the instant the magic was generated.

Jiang Heyi and the French fries, however, were of one mind.

The two moved swiftly and in sync, almost at the same moment Gorcalon's head swelled, they shifted to the side and precisely intercepted the path of the dark green poisonous mist.

French Fries' eyes were sharp; she didn't flinch in the face of the surging torrent of poisonous fog. She swiftly swung her short knife, not striking head-on, but cutting into the fog at a clever angle, her wrist flicking rapidly, creating a dense, shimmering light.

The liquid mist flowed over the blade, its clanging sound reverberating. The sharp blade energy pierced through the poisonous mist with a "boom," as if Moses parted the sea, severing the column of poisonous mist in two and scattering to both sides.

Without relying on any magic, but solely on physical skills, he unleashed an unstoppable momentum.

The value of being the sole designated future master of physical combat.

Jiang Heyi immediately followed up with his left hand, pushing forward, and a wall of blazing flames appeared out of thin air, burning fiercely.

The raging flames effectively blocked the oncoming dark green toxic mist, and the air was instantly filled with the pungent smell of burning things.

His right hand did not stop; almost the instant the wall of fire rose, he pointed his fingers like a knife and slashed through the air.

"Space Slash!"

Invisible spatial rifts quietly appeared, precisely tearing apart and disrupting the area of ​​poisonous mist that had been dispersed by the French fry knife's momentum and was now attempting to recombine.

Lenalya saw it clearly: the two level 6 fighters, with rich combat experience, attacked in unison, and Gorkaron's sudden arrow vanished in an instant.

Even without mental magic, their tacit understanding and combined attack skills alone are enough for these two to contend with an 8th-tier opponent.

Damn it, where did Devon get such a strong combination?

A person capable of overwhelming the gap in magical power should not be an unknown figure in any country, let alone someone who has mastered mental magic.

hiss……

The more she thought about it, the more her scalp tingled.

Who exactly is controlling them?
Jiang Heyi saw the two mind-controlled pets staring blankly at him and shouted loudly.

"Take the insect mist and go find the Life Box. I'll deal with Gorcalon. If you keep spacing out, I'll make you bark like dogs in front of everyone else in Eternal Night!"

A few minutes ago, when Jiang Heyi said these words, the two of them would have been anxiously thinking about what would happen next. After all, the Great Lich's ability was not limited to immortality; mental magic alone was not enough to contend with him.

Now, the two of them left without looking back, carrying the insect mist in their mouths.

A somber expression had appeared on Gorkaron's massive head.

If he still can't see by now that Nafiel and Lenalya were beaten to their knees and forced into becoming slaves of the person in front of him, then he's lived in vain.

Both are at the 8th rank and have made significant achievements in the realm of mental magic.

Nafiel was a master of mental attacks, using mental interference and contamination to exhaust and paralyze his enemies, thus achieving a decisive victory.

Lenalasia, on the other hand, can weave dreams through mental magic, causing people to fall into eternal slumber at the boundary between reality and illusion.

Looking across Devland, their mental magic has reached a level that no one can surpass, and we need to work together to improve it.

He could leash the two of them and anticipate their cooperation, effortlessly dismantling their magic.

A single blow of mental magic shattered his spirit puppet; if he weren't a lich, he would have gone mad.

Since becoming a lich, Gor'kron has not tasted fear for many years.

But faced with two ruthless individuals who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and whose backgrounds were unknown, he felt a sense of unease for no apparent reason.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Heyi smiled and said, "I know what you're thinking. We don't have to fight."

Gorcalon gave the two of them a cold look: "What are the conditions?"

"Hand over your core life casket, and we can cease hostilities."

The purplish-red head instantly transformed into a ball of flame, causing the air around Gorkaron to freeze, while the smoke from the burning Great Archives roared and spread in all directions.

The core item is the Life Box, the Lich's core item for maintaining survivability.

Even without the core life box, Gorkaron can still be resurrected, but he will not be able to regain the combat power of his original form.

The great lich's voice was as cold as frost. He chuckled sinisterly, "I don't know who told you about the core life casket... It seems I misunderstood. In that case, let's have a contest!"

There's no room for negotiation; it was a fight to the death from the very beginning.

In the game Proof of the Stars, defeating Gorcalon will reward you with [Fate Fragment].

By repairing the Life Box fragments with some special items, you can obtain the [Great Lich Core Life Box].

Its effect is to grant immunity to instant-death effects and restore full health upon receiving an instant-death attack, once a day.

Its existence makes instant-death mechanics and items pale in comparison.

The strategy of assigning team members to single-handedly survive an instant death situation in order to ensure the safety of the entire team begins.

With it, many game mechanics can be bypassed, making it an essential tool for players to conquer challenging DLC ​​dungeons.

According to the data collected by the Overlord, the effect of repairing Gorcalon's core phylactery in reality is roughly to enslave a spirit, causing it to actively bear damage when its owner is attacked, until the phylactery shatters again.

Anyone would be tempted to raid Gor'kalon if they could get materials like that.

French Fryer stuck the knife into the ground with his hand behind his back.

The moment the blade pierced through, it struck a dark green magic pattern that had just begun to shimmer and was attempting to take shape.

The insidious corrosive magic array had not yet fully manifested when it was forcibly severed by this brutal and direct strike.

Gorcalon was shocked.

His exaggerated spellcasting gesture of raising his hands and chanting loudly was merely a feint to attract attention; his real killing move was an instant-cast trap secretly laid underground.

But the girl in front of him, who seemed to be only proficient in martial arts, seemed to be able to read minds and saw through his feint.

It was terrifyingly precise, directly pinpointing the most crucial and vulnerable node in the construction of this hidden magic array.

Injecting just a little disruptive magic is enough to trigger a chain reaction of collapses, completely burning down the entire magic array structure.

This kind of effortless deception requires an extremely profound understanding of the structure of magic.

A magic warrior who can achieve this level is extremely rare across the entire continent!

Breaking the deadlock with a single blow, French Fries moved without pause, suddenly waving her hand, and the air currents gathered, with a visible vortex of wind swirling around her fingertips.

"Every step is like the wind!"

Orange tea is the most effective for making you feel light and airy, so it's the first thing she makes for us. Actually...

Everyone knows the boundary between reality and illusion! With the blessing of the wind element, Jiang Heyi shot out like an arrow, just like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, and in an instant closed the distance with Gorkaron.

He has no weapon, yet he is a noble magic warrior!
The giant axe, made of highly condensed magic, was already raised high above its head. Pure light elements were forcibly compressed and attached to the heavy axe blade, coating it with a layer of flowing liquid holy light.

In an instant, a dazzling light pollution effect, imbued with a strong sense of holiness, erupted.

The holy light, which was as potent as poison to the undead, pierced Gorkaron's purplish-red spirit head, causing it to sizzle and his body to feel as if it had been doused with concentrated acid, resulting in intense burning pain and smoke.

Gorkaron dared not be careless and immediately interrupted the ritual magic that could annihilate the living, forced to use all his magic power for defense.

He shrieked and suddenly raised his hands upwards, where dense, almost tangible magic condensed above his head into a constantly rotating, semi-transparent shield made up of countless wailing spirits.

"boom!!!!"

The holy light axe slammed heavily into the shield.

A fierce clash between the sacred and the annihilated.

The blinding white light and the black mist that devoured the light frantically eroded and annihilated each other, erupting with a deafening roar!

The shockwave spread outwards in a ring, blowing away the nearby burning bookshelf remains and the fragments of undead bones.

One by one, the spirits that existed as Gorcalon life fuel cells vanished into nothingness.

The ground beneath Gorcalon's feet cracked inch by inch, and his entire spirit form was pressed down and shrunk by the immense force.

"Is it really Tier 6?!"

Gorcalon roared inwardly.

From the moment they met, the magical dimensions and breadth of knowledge they displayed were as vast as the ocean.

Ultimate physical skills, mental magic, shaping magic, blessing assistance, and short-term elemental enchantments.

I've explained everything to you!

Jiang Heyi's attack failed to completely break through the defense, but his movements did not stop.

Using the recoil from the collision, he gracefully flipped backward in mid-air, and the moment he landed, his giant axe was already retracted, and his longsword was in his hand.

The condensed white light tore through space and instantly rushed towards Gorcalon's face.

This time he couldn't dodge. The instantaneous spatial slash caused his solid body to become ethereal upon impact, and he howled in pain.

It was uncertain just now, but now it's confirmed for Gorcalon.

"You, you fucking bastards!"

"Why do you know spatial magic?!"

He was really anxious.

If we look across Devilland, there are very few people who are proficient in mental magic.

Therefore, the number of people who are proficient in both mental magic and spatial magic is undoubtedly zero!

Even if they only have a rudimentary understanding of two schools of thought, it's hard to say whether there are even five of them.

Stop joking!
Gorcalon's figure flickered, turning into specks of light and disappearing from the spot.

Jiang Heyi was planning a coordinated attack, aiming to overturn Lao Ge in one fell swoop and relieve the pressure on the others—during their fierce battle, the spirits and zombies controlled by the lich were still attacking the others.

"What do you mean?" Fries blinked. "They ran away?"

"It seems so."

Gorcalon dodged away from the potato and fries, a combination of solanine.

It is poisonous, and extremely poisonous.

Whoever hit whom remained silent.

Is it really possible for someone to master two magical styles that require years of accumulated experience at such a young age?

“Kill them, enslave the spirits, and their knowledge will be mine…”

The fatal temptation made Gorcalon, who wanted to leave, hesitate.

Without reinforcements, there's no possibility of sharing this secret.

Gorcalon was a cautious person even in his youth.

If they weren't afraid of death, how could they have recklessly pursued the painful path to becoming a lich?

After much deliberation, he turned his gaze to the two people engaged in a fierce battle not far away.

There was a familiar aura of necromancy there; without a doubt, it belonged to someone in the same line of work.

Before even getting close, Gorkaron felt a pang in his heart.

Neither the spirits wandering in the air nor the staggering corpses on the ground possessed any trace of his magic.

He could sense that the necromancer had seized control of many undead creations, but upon closer inspection, he discovered...

"Why so many!"

The number of spirits and walking corpses is close to one hundred.

Is this something a level 6 necromancer can do?
Gorcalon noticed Jailer Bro, and Jailer Bro and Orange Tea also realized the arrival of the Great Lich.

Seeing that he could no longer hide, Gorcalon revealed himself openly.

"You and they don't seem to be on the same wavelength."

"Huh?" The jailer was confused. "What do you mean, brother?"

Gorkaron thought the jailer was trying to be friendly and couldn't help but laugh.

"It's quite appropriate for you to call me brother. Necromancer magic is not accepted by the world. If you want to take it a step further, I don't mind helping you out, as long as you're willing to join me."

Seeing the jailer's wide eyes and shocked expression, Gorcalon was very satisfied with this reaction.

The respect and dignity that I couldn't get from the solanine combination were fulfilled here.

"Join you? Learn from you?"

The jailer tried hard to keep his mouth shut, but how could he possibly hold back something so funny?

"Hahahaha, you, a mere Rank 8 lich, want to be my guide and teach me necromancy?"

"You've really driven me crazy. In order to achieve immortality, you've become neither human nor ghost, looking like this."

"What a stupid lich, he's got nothing down there, he's just a eunuch, he can't even get any pleasure."

"If I were to become like you and end up like this, I'd rather start over."

The jailer's words were obscure and difficult to understand; many of the unfamiliar and bizarre words were beyond Gorkaron's comprehension.

But by considering the context, he could still make sense of it...

The evil fire shot straight into the sky!

Gorcalon roared in fury: "I'm going to kill you!"

The jailer wasn't scared at all. He pulled Orange Tea along, pointed at Gorcalon, and grinned.

"Look, look, he's getting anxious, he's getting anxious~~~"

"It's pathetic to be unable to lick the jailer's boots."

(End of this chapter)