T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 625, Section 624: The Legendary Resilient King Dies Again

Jiang Heyi tossed the jailer, who was saturated with the aura of the dead, to Orange Tea and went to Gloria's side.

In a history where the boundary between the real and virtual worlds did not intervene, the Sunrain Squad was the protagonist of the Temple of the Clarity.

Driven by passion and a strong sense of justice, they stormed through the temple and banished the eternal night.

Unlike players who can respawn infinitely, they cleared the first 10 floors, including the elemental lord on the 11th floor, all in one life.

Gloria also briefly stole a glance at Jiang Heyi.

At this moment, she had too many questions in her mind, but the grim situation did not allow them to talk.

Gorcalon's ritual magic was already halfway complete.

The thick, impenetrable gray-green mist of necromantic power churned violently, spreading rapidly in all directions from the spot where he had disappeared, leaving utter silence in its wake.

Gor'kron's figure had long been completely obscured by the thick fog of the dead, making it difficult to pinpoint his exact location.

No one knows the final effect of this ritual magic, but judging from the soul-chilling power it currently exudes, if it were to be perfectly unleashed, there would be no living creature left on the entire tenth floor.

Gloria asked proactively, "Is there any way to stop it?"

Jiang Heyi said, "My people are searching for the Lich's Life Box. Once they find it, all problems will be solved."

"The Life Box?!"

The word filled the members of the Sunrain Squad with shock.

They clearly understood what this meant and the terrible implications it represented.

Gloria swallowed hard. "Are you sure it's a phylactery? I remember no one ever reached the end of the lich's practice."

"Well, you see it now."

As he spoke, Fries took out a Light Enchantment Scroll, preparing for a tough battle.

Gloria then asked, "What if we can't find it?"

“We need your assistance,” Jiang Heyi said. “Gloria, with your Golden Holy Word spell and Henilakai’s Demon-Suppressing Body fully activated, act as meat shields to protect me and French Fries as we venture into the fog. We will be in charge of the adventure.”

Gloria was stunned.

"Wait...wait a minute." Henila Kai's deep, confused voice rang out, his massive bear paw pointing at Jiang Heyi. "We haven't introduced ourselves yet! How do you know our names and abilities?"

Sun Shower and his group accidentally entered the barrier—now that I think about it, I always feel like they were lured in.

Sister Alna's spirit wandered outside the barrier, and the sound of her weeping attracted those who happened to be nearby.

Upon hearing that Chengche was in trouble, Taiyangyu rushed to his aid without hesitation.

Upon reaching the surface of the temple, they discovered that a giant slime king had been waiting for a long time.

It was at this moment that everyone in Sunrain learned that seven people had already gone to the depths of the temple ahead of them.

Whether it was Sister Alna's spirit or the guidance of the Slime King Deep Green, it was all part of their prior arrangements.

It was as if a pair of hands were secretly guiding and manipulating them forward.

So many questions, and to find the answers, they worked side by side!

If possible, Jiang Heyi was unwilling to forcefully kill Gorcalon.

The lich's Achilles' heel is its Casket; destroying it weakens its true form.

The immobile Gorkaron in the ritual magic has clearly abandoned the Life Box and is playing a dangerous game of roulette with them.

One side gambles on finding the life box in time and destroying it.

One side casts a ritual spell, causing all things to wither and die.

A voice echoed in my mind; it was Lenalya's.

"found it!"

At this very moment, deep within the Great Archives, in the blood-stained administrator's lounge, the insect mist is merrily suspended in mid-air.

Her slender fingers pointed precisely to a seemingly ordinary, slightly wilted, dark green potted plant on the windowsill. Like butterflies that had discovered a treasure, they fluttered and danced around it joyfully.

"That's it! I can sense that its aura doesn't belong to those who are clear-minded!"

Nafiel was shocked. He stubbornly refused to admit his mistake and temporarily forgot about the absurd bet that he would be Lenalasia's mount.

She clearly remembered that before setting off to find the Life Box, Fries had found Insect Fog alone and whispered a few words of advice, instructing it to focus on checking several specific areas.

Especially the administrator's lounge and the book storage room.

At the time, Nafiel thought the instructions were too explicit and fanciful.

The Lich's Box's powerful mimicry effect is the source of Gor'kron's fearlessness in the face of death.

Disguised as a bookshelf, it found itself engulfed in flames.

Disguised as a wooden box, it was hidden in an inconspicuous corner.

It can be anything on 10 layers, and you might pass by it by chance without even noticing it.

Even for high-level mages like her and Lenalya, who were experts in mental magic, they had to be extremely close, only a few steps away, and concentrate fully to detect that subtle, perfectly concealed magical fluctuation.

The insect fog locked onto its target the moment it entered the room; what an astonishing level of perception!

In addition...

How was the judgment made regarding the French fries?
Why does it seem as if they already knew Gorkaron's hiding habits?

Nafiel instinctively gripped the cold "potted plant" tightly, a strange sensation, neither metal nor wood, emanating from her fingertips. Even now, she still felt a sense of disorientation.

It's unbelievable that the core casket of Gorcalona, ​​considered the greatest secret and the key to immortality, fell into their hands so easily.

It's as if someone has gained an all-seeing eye, and under its guidance, Gorcalon's proud survival techniques are nothing more than the clumsy performance of a circus actor.

Who put those two dogs on leashes?
"No!"

Almost at the same instant that Nafiel touched the casket, Gorcalon, who was maintaining the ritual at the core of the distant mist, let out a panicked scream.

He could clearly sense the dangerous magical aura emanating from the Life Box.

That was a threat that could kill him completely!

The light of the ritual magic became extremely unstable.
The surrounding churning necromantic mist fluctuated violently, and Gorkaron's purplish-red spirit head suddenly emerged from the mist.

"Wait! Stop!"

His voice was sharp and distorted with panic, and realizing his tone was off, he immediately began to plead.

"Don't destroy it! We can talk! Conditions! We'll discuss whatever conditions you want!"

The arrogance and cruelty of the past were nowhere to be seen; he was a completely different person from the arrogant man he had been moments before.

To increase his persuasiveness, he even disregarded the backlash and forcibly slowed down the operation of the ritual magic, causing the deadly energy fluctuations around him to visibly decrease.

"Knowledge! The secret of the eternal night!"

"I assist in plundering the legacy of the enlightened."

"Loyalty, that's it... loyalty!"

Gorkaron became excited.

"You control Nafiel and Lenalsia, but I am superior to them. Do not destroy the Life Box, and I will swear allegiance to you!"

"I can talk, and I can pledge allegiance."

Gorkaron's voice trembled with fear.

The Overlord has seen many liches, and the underlying characteristic of many of them is "fear of true death".

Without the core life box, the right to hate the living, to ravage the living, and to revel in their torment and distortion will cease to exist.

"Oh, you're willing to be a dog?"

"Dog...dog?"

An invisible hammer blow struck Gorkaron's remaining pride.

He choked, a fierce battle raging within him between immense humiliation and the fear of annihilation.

The twisted pride of the great lich wouldn't allow him to immediately accept this incredibly humiliating title.

In the instant he hesitated, misfortune struck.

The little life box, which had been hidden elsewhere, was found by a group of people.

Was his destiny box flashing with multicolored light, jingling and attracting everyone?
If the core life box were found, he could still grit his teeth and blame it on that strange little guy called "Insect Mist," who might possess some kind of special perception technique specifically targeting soul creations...

But now, even without the insect fog present, the group of people were able to so accurately find his spare life box.

This goes beyond his understanding of "luck" or "ability".

Something is wrong!

The allegiance of the great lich, a tempting allure.

Gloria couldn't help but put herself in Jiang Heyi's shoes and think about what choices she would make.

Jiang Heyi provided the answer.

"A very tempting offer; this way, your knowledge will also belong to me."

He snorted angrily, "If you want to live, then cancel the ritual magic."

Gorcalon, unsuspecting, immediately began to dispel the necromantic mist swirling around him.

He had anticipated this request the moment he offered his allegiance.

Deep down, he even harbored a secret sense of pride.

Looking across the entire Devilland, he absolutely did not believe that anyone could be uninterested in his unique methods of becoming a lich, and the exquisite techniques that far surpassed those of ordinary necromancers.

Upon hearing Jiang Heyi's thoughts, Nafiel was suddenly startled: "Master... are you sure? His knowledge..."

"Do it!"

The order was firm and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

Nafiel and Lenalya exchanged a glance instantly. Although the two 8th-tier mages were somewhat unsettled, they did not hesitate in their actions.

"Do not!!!"

Gorcalon's screams were filled with utter despair and disbelief as he made a final struggle, his spirit frantically lunging toward the location of the casket, but to no avail.

The core life box that carried his immortal origin shattered into dust and vanished in an instant, without even uttering a mournful cry.

Legendary tank, one more death toll added.

This time, however, he had no chance of being resurrected.

(End of this chapter)