T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 667. The dust has settled; let's enjoy the time.

The required combat intensity for descending upon Anna is not particularly high.

Six months into the game, returning to the Temple of the Clarity is one of the few stages where force is required.

Similar to reversing the course of history in naval and land battles, most problems can be solved with intellect, and this part of the boundary between the virtual and real worlds was entirely handled by Jiang Heyi.

As the game progressed, the situation improved significantly, and Jiang Heyi accumulated more and more cards in his hand.

Düsseldorf can no longer be considered a problem. Jiang Heyi has the advantage in his hands, and all he needs to do is step on the gas and run them over.

Space magic master, your space magic is indeed very powerful, and tearing through the void is indeed strong, but what if I had your former apprentice to help me close the door?

Dussel seized the opportunity to open a spatial rift in a flash, and the passage closed again instantly. His eyes were bloodshot with rage.

“Rene! I…I am your teacher!” he roared, trying to awaken the bond that never existed.

“That’s no longer the case!” Renee’s voice pierced through the wind and snow, clear and resolute.

The Unrestricted Magic Arena Tournament has officially begun.

Eleravia blocked the sky, and Metasequoia blocked mental magic, ensuring that Dussel could not launch a last-ditch counterattack. All that was left was to besiege them.

Dussel waved his hand in resentment, and an invisible, light-distorting blade instantly tore through the air.

A strong wind blew, and the fierce attack that should have chopped the fries in half vanished in an instant.

Dussel's eyes widened in disbelief.

Ignoring the magic coming from other directions, he almost obsessively waved his hand again, and another spatial slash pierced the sky.

“Okay, you’ll use Spatial Slash,” Fries’ voice was relaxed, even mimicking Dussel’s signature spell-casting gesture, “I’ll use Spatial Slash too.”

As she spoke, a spatial slash, equally formless and intangible yet carrying entirely different magical fluctuations, precisely met her attack.

Two forces tearing through space collided violently in mid-air. There was no deafening roar, only a muffled sound, as if space itself was groaning.

The point of impact unleashed a chaotic surge of magical energy, which swept outwards like a shockwave, making the falling snow even more turbulent.

"How do you know how to use spatial slash!" Dussel screamed.

“Wake up,” Jiang Heyi immediately interjected, her tone undisguisedly sarcastic, “Not only fries can do it, I can too.”

Seeing this, everyone at the boundary between the real and the virtual joined together for this grand event, and the six spatial slashes converged.

Dussel could only rely on his instinctive perception of spatial fluctuations, frantically dodging and rolling around in the confined space.

The magnificent mage robes were torn open by the dissipating spatial energy, making them look both comical and pathetic.

He was on the verge of collapse. How could everyone in the opposing camp know so much about the amazing magic he had spent half his life studying?
A ruthless and resolute glint flashed in Dussel's eyes.

Renee had effectively locked him off from long-distance spatial movement, but he could still perform short-range bursts of teleportation.

In a flash, he appeared behind Gloria, the leader of the Rainbow Rain Guild.

With lightning speed, his thin yet powerful hand, like an iron clamp, gripped her slender neck, which shimmered with brilliant golden magic, and poured in pure, destructive magic.

As long as one hostage is taken, everything will be fine...

The scorching heat flowed upwards along with the magic he had injected into Gloria, rushing straight into his body.

He winced in pain, twisted his neck forcefully, and the sound of it snapping was clearly audible.

Aside from those special monsters whose bodies are diametrically opposed to those of ordinary people, Dussel can't think of any other creature that could survive having its neck twisted off with such magical power.

He endured the strange, searing pain in his right arm, as if branded with a hot iron, and swiftly turned to the side, narrowly avoiding Golovin's hurled, sinister spear and the acrid acid rain summoned by Wolven.

He was about to burst into laughter, mocking how he had so easily killed one of the group despite their heavy siege.

"Wha, what!"

Düsseldorf's voice cracked with terror.

The "corpse" that should have been completely dead actually started moving on its own!

Gloria casually raised her hands, held her twisted head, and gently twisted it. With another chilling crack of bones, she actually "reinstalled" her head back into place.

She even easily twisted her neck left and right, as if she had just had a stiff neck, and then waved to the orange tea who rushed over, indicating that she was fine.

"You...you...what are you?! Are you human?!" Dussel's voice trembled, his worldview being shaken like never before.

If Devland hadn't faced a major conflict and declined 100 years ago, the magical value of the Anna world would only have been higher.

The tragedy of the Temple of the Clarities swallowing up all the geniuses of an era is something that people like Dussel never knew.

“Our Golia has the blood of the Golden King. Even if we don’t destroy the head of the talent holder at the same time, the residual power of the Golden Holy Word can save her from the hands of death.”

Henila Kai is such a chatterbox, always blurting out weaknesses.

But it didn't matter at this moment. He strode forward, ready to give Düsseldorf the same neck-twisting treatment.

Dussel looked at the furry bear-man as if he had seen a ghost.

If the Demon-Suppressing Body gets close, he won't be able to tear through space, let alone cast spells.

He found it hard to imagine how Tudou had managed to assemble such a team of incredibly talented individuals.

"Oh!"

Düssel suddenly took to the air.

A dull thud suddenly came from beneath his feet, and he reacted immediately.

Dussel felt his feet step on something extremely slippery and elastic. Before he could react, an indescribable stench, a mixture of rot and poison, erupted from beneath his feet like a long-suppressed fountain!

The enormous impact would send him flying through the air.

At the same time, intense, corrosive pain, like countless red-hot needles, pierced every inch of his skin exposed to the foul air.

It looked as if it had been splashed with strong acid.

The exposed skin on the arms had a nauseating, dark red color, as if it had been cooked and then rotten.

The skin surface was covered with dense blisters, some of which had ruptured, oozing yellow pus mixed with blood.

Dussel stared in horror as a patch of skin on his arm was losing its life at a visible rate, turning gray and black.

He subconsciously scratched it lightly with his left hand fingers because of the excruciating, itchy pain...

"Pfft!"

A soft sound, like the cracking of a ripe fruit.

That large chunk of grayish flesh, like rotten swamp, was easily peeled off and pulled away by the slight movement of his fingernails, revealing the arm bone underneath... which was already slightly blackened and was also rapidly losing its luster.

The jailer was very satisfied.

It was worth it for him to bury some corpses beforehand to prepare the meal; he's really enjoying himself now.

The necromancy from the Overlord is really useful! The rotting corpse aura that eats human flesh is incredibly powerful!

At this moment, the icy despair seeped into Düsseldorf's bones like snowmelt, and he finally understood one thing.

Those flaws that he had vaguely sensed before, those that he thought he could grasp and exploit, those illusions that made him think there was still a glimmer of hope to escape, were all just bait carefully laid by Potato.

It's a complete and utter illusion, a deception toying with the prey!

The purpose of everyone here, their siege, their "oversights," was not simply to kill him.

They were standing up for Renee.

They viewed him like a mouse caught in a cat's claws, not in a hurry to deliver a fatal blow, but to toy with him until his will collapsed and he was exhausted.

Düsseldorf had absolutely no chance. From the very beginning, it was an execution by a vastly unequal power imbalance.

The thought that he had been famous in Anna for most of his life, only to be treated as a plaything by a group of young people, filled him with extreme humiliation and resentment, and he instead hysterically laughed coldly.

"I'll make sure you don't get your way!"

"Buzz!"

Having just uttered those harsh words, Dussel screamed and clutched his head.

“That won’t do.” A gentle yet undeniably powerful female voice resounded deep within his mind. “Mint has finally made so many friends who truly care about her… You have to let her have a good time.”

The cypress tree's mental interference pierced Dussel's mind, igniting his magic and making his plan to destroy everything impossible.

Henilakai finally caught up with the "toy" he had been longing for and punched it hard.

Dussel's chest caved in, and he spat a mouthful of blood onto his bear-like face.

Renee, who had been silently observing, looked at her mentor, who was once high and mighty but was now as miserable as a rag doll. Her eyes surged with emotions, which eventually turned into a complex sense of relief.

She closed her eyes gently.

"That's enough."

Jiang Heyi understood immediately.

"French fries, let's finish this off." Since the person involved had put it down, there was no need for them to do anything further.

Suppressed by Elaeva and Metasequoia in turn, Dussel, on the verge of death but still wanting to make one last attempt, watched in frustration as the French fries, with their bright blades gleaming, slashed straight down.

Blood splattered, and Dussel's head rolled to the side.

Henilakai tore apart his headless corpse, grabbed out his heart, and crushed it.

Jiang Heyi established a communication array on the spot and connected to Xiangfeng City.

"Yes, it's me."

"Okay, you guys get ready."

After saying that, he nodded slightly at the fries.

French Fries understood, and the long knife fell again, precisely piercing through Dussel's rolling head and swiftly splitting it in two, completely severing any possibility of maintaining consciousness through some strange secret method.

Then came the flames sprinkled with mint.

In an instant, this space magic master, once renowned throughout the entire Ana Empire, along with his shattered head and mangled body, burst into flames, ultimately turning to ashes in the leaping firelight, merging with the snowy land he so deeply cherished.

……

……

"call!"

"Hahaha……"

The terrified, heavy breathing sounded exceptionally clear in the absolute silence of the darkness.

Dussel's consciousness suddenly "awakened" within a cold, stiff doll-like body.

The fragmented memories and extremely painful images before his death repeatedly assaulted his remaining consciousness like a tidal wave, trapping him in a chilling fear of death from which he could not escape.

After a long while, his spirit, which was as fragile as a candle in the wind, finally stabilized and he began to examine his own condition.

Weak, extremely weak.

He couldn't even move the puppet's body an inch; he could only stare blankly, like a real doll, turning the glass eyes embedded in its head and gazing into the darkness outside.

Out of a desire to avoid death, Düsseldorf devised a total of three plans.

The first method is the simplest and most direct.

While he was alive, he completely possessed Renee, causing her to give birth to a child with his pure bloodline.

At that time, he will be able to try to be reborn directly through this blood-related vessel, and may even go further and merge with Renee's talent.

The second option is a last resort.

If an accident occurs in reality and the first plan cannot be carried out normally, he can use his considerable mental magic to plant a seed deep in Renee's mind and occupy a corner of it.

He lured her into going to his secret magic workshop, which he had prepared beforehand, in a daze after his death, so that she could passively continue the lineage.

The third option, however, corresponds to the biggest surprise.

Rebirth is currently impossible to achieve through Renee.

To this end, he secretly created several crystal ice coffins that could temporarily contain souls and puppet bodies with basic soul compatibility.

Once the first two options fail, his core consciousness will automatically transfer here, temporarily residing like a hibernating venomous snake, waiting for the right opportunity to find a way to reconnect with and control Renee, or to find another suitable body.

Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows; even someone at the boundary between reality and illusion would never expect to have so many backup plans.
Thinking of this, even though he had nothing left, Düssel still laughed mockingly.

Wait!
Waiting for him to perfectly adapt to this puppet body, at that time, he will be in the dark, and the boundary between reality and illusion will be in the light.

With this resurrection, he wants everyone to live in the fear he has created!

From afar came a very faint rustling sound, like the claws of some small creature scraping the ground, followed by the clear sound of a door opening. This caused Dussel's consciousness to freeze, plunging him into unprecedented panic.

To prevent any possible accidents, he built three absolutely secret safe houses, scattered in different areas around the imperial ruling center.

Because it was secretly built using private resources, buried deep underground, in a hidden location, and with an ingenious structure, the only person who knew of its existence from beginning to end was himself!

He didn't even leave a single word or trace of a map or related clues about his hiding place in his residence at the Mage Tower or any other known mansion.

How could anyone possibly come to a place like this?

A master thief who steals the creations of monsters?
Dussel speculated with trepidation, humbly hoping that things would turn out this way.

He did his best to suppress all his overflowing senses and soul fluctuations, making the doll's glass eyes appear empty and lifeless, staring straight and stiffly at the cold dome of the crystal coffin, pretending to be a real, lifeless dead object.

"Clap."

Suddenly, Düssel was startled.

A black cat with glossy black fur, seemingly capable of absorbing all light, gracefully appeared on the lid of the crystal coffin.

Its only distinguishing feature was its eyes, which shimmered with a strange and bright light in the darkness, like molten gold.

It lazily swayed the tip of its tail, slowly crouched down on the coffin lid, and then lowered its head, its delicate cat face close to the translucent coffin lid.

Those eyes, full of spirituality, even "humanity," with undisguised curiosity and... scrutiny, precisely "looked" at the empty glass eyes of the doll inside the coffin.

There seemed to be a hint of appreciation in the depths of those eyes?

cat?
Why is there a black cat here?
The safe house is located underground, which is not directly connected to the surface. The passage is also buried in soil, and elemental magic is needed to open up the way.

"Düsseldorf?"

An immense fear shattered Düsseldorf's mind.

The black cat spoke in human language, accurately uttering his name, which meant...

"My master, Potato, asks me to say hello to you."

"Your safe house has been blocked."

Ignoring the tearing pain in his mind, he forced himself to ask, "Why? Why does he know everything?!"

"The safe house is a secret hidden only in my heart; no one else knows about it!"

Düsseldorf was completely devastated.

He made so many preparations and left so many backup plans, but everything was transparent to the potato.

The other party always seemed to be able to get ahead and surround and intercept him.

Despite Dussel's howling and shouting, the black cat remained unmoved, simply licking its fur and paws.

When they get hungry, they eat special potato-based cat food to fill their stomachs.

When thirsty, they go out and extract water from the soil.

When they get tired, they sleep on the crystal coffin in Düsseldorf.

When Jiang Heyi and his group returned from the snowy mountains, Dussel was heartbroken and had given up all struggle.

He wanted to die knowing why, but Jiang Heyi didn't want to talk to him at all. He called on everyone to empty the safe house, and even the magical materials used to build the crystal coffin were dismantled.

The doll in Dussel was casually kicked into a corner and stepped on by Jiang Heyi.

"Goodbye."

A powerful mental magic pierced through the core of the doll, tearing apart Dussel's already weakened state.

This troublesome and resourceful master has been completely and utterly annihilated.

"It doesn't feel like the trouble Thiago caused us is as big," the jailer couldn't help but comment.

Once on the ground, the woman in bed let out a long sigh of relief, taking a deep breath of fresh air: "Now all the problems are solved."

"Has the cycle ended?" Golia asked.

“I don’t know.” Squid looked up at the sky. “Logically speaking, as long as the missing historical nodes are filled in, history can continue to flow in the positive direction.”

The collapse of Anna's history is similar to a CD being damaged and unreadable. Therefore, it will completely freeze at certain points and must start all over again.

After manually writing a new history at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, everything should be fine under normal circumstances.

Jiang Heyi said, "Let's wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"If the history of Anna can flow smoothly in the positive direction and the vicious cycle stops, Anna should still be sunny and calm at this time next year."

Elsa wondered, "What should we do now?"

Jiang Heyi laughed: "After operating at high voltage for more than three years, it's time for us to take a break."

"Let the jailer make money, we'll enjoy ourselves first."

(End of this chapter)