Magicians never make wishes

After the three members of the Secret Arts Society called out to Ronan, they immediately followed.

This escaped polluter may very well point to the location of the missing persons.

Ronan was aware of this as well, and followed him straight into the depths of the passage.

The passage extends underground as a whole, becoming wider the deeper you go.

Every now and then, an extra fork in the road appears.

Fortunately, none of them were novices; they all knew to leave their marks at the forks in the road.

Ronan had already seen several different signs along the way.

There were scorch marks from the black flames burned by the vice commander, and a few scattered specks of glowing liquid scattered by the red star...

And the two parallel height lines that the villain carved on the wall with his double axes.

Due to the difference in speed, the group began to lose sight of the person in front of them as they chased each other.

Not to mention the vice-captain, even the three members of the Secret Arts Society were no longer within his sight.

If Ronan hadn't reminded Axe to slow down and wait for him, he probably wouldn't be here by now.

Ronan was panting heavily. He thought that mages were generally weak, so Red Star shouldn't have been able to leave him so far behind.

So I'm the only one who's lacking stamina...

The burrowing rat caught up from the back, pressed its ear against the wall, and said, "Captain, did you hear that?"

Evil Axe followed suit, lying down on the ground to listen, and said, "The sound is very chaotic."

At this moment, Ronan seemed to see some light source ahead and spoke up.

"There's something going on up ahead, let's go check it out."

Sure enough, they hadn't gone far when a circular plaza appeared before them.

The stones on the square were extremely flat, seemingly arranged according to some kind of pattern.

Several luminous gemstones were inlaid on the surrounding stone walls, illuminating the square as if it were daytime.

at this time,

The mercenary vice-captain was floating in the air, quickly and easily eliminating the escaped polluter.

The three members of the Mystic Arts Society looked excited as they studied a high stone platform in the center of the square.

"This is an altar..."

The sounds of the three members of the Secret Arts Society discussing could be heard, but Ronan's attention was drawn to the high platform.

He looked up and saw Grayleaf and Redhammer lying unconscious on the altar.

"Found it!" the evil axe shouted, and immediately rushed into the square and headed towards the altar.

Ronan followed closely behind, but unfortunately, he lacked stamina. By the time the evil axe had almost climbed to the altar, Ronan had only just reached the center of the square.

The mercenary vice-captain, who had been hovering in mid-air, floated above the altar, looked down at the two, and muttered, "No..."

"Madam, you..."

boom.

The moment Evil Axe stepped onto the altar, he was repelled by an invisible force and tumbled off the platform.

Fortunately, he was tough and resilient; after getting up and jumping a couple of times, he continued climbing.

"Mr. Dwarf, a defensive magic circle has been placed on the altar. Anyone who goes up there will be bounced off."

Red Star and two arcane apprentices stood on one side of the altar and kindly offered a reminder.

The mercenary said with a half-smile, "Shorty, do you want me to help you burn this damn formation?"

Evil Axe ignored him and turned to Red Star, "Is there any way to turn off that defensive magic circle?"

Despite the question, he continued climbing.

"There's something here that looks like a switch..."

Akahoshi hesitated, then said, "However..."

boom.

The axe was deflected again, and he cursed under his breath.

He simply walked up to Akahoshi and shouted.

"Then what the hell are you hesitating for? Turn it off right now!"

"This switch is like a verification platform; it requires a sufficient amount of mental energy to activate within a short period, and we don't have enough..."

At this point in the discussion, the focus shifts to Ronan, the meaning of which is self-evident.

"I'll do it."

Ronan walked directly to the switch and placed his hand on the platform.

Upon hearing this, Evil Axe hurriedly began climbing the altar again.

Year Ring and Crimson Star exchanged a glance, then reached out and placed their hands on the platform.

No, why isn't the other person on the team?

Just as Ronan was about to ask a question, a sensation of mental energy being drained came immediately.

The three of them changed their expressions simultaneously.

Ronan felt his mental energy was about to slip out of his control and begin to dissipate.

But then, the divine essence within his soul suddenly exerted its power, and a high-level pressure instantly crushed the invading foreign influence.

The extraction of his mental energy was immediately stopped.

On the contrary, Nianlun and Chixing suddenly felt the force of extraction increase sharply.

The tree even coughed up a mouthful of blood and nearly collapsed to the ground.

The same share was changed from being shared by three people to being shared by two people. It's no wonder that the burden increased so suddenly, it was hard to keep up.

But there's nothing we can do about it; they left one person vacant and insisted on dragging us down with them.

Ronan felt no remorse whatsoever.

Not long after, just when the annual rings and the red star were almost at their limit, there was a crisp "click" from the switch.

The invisible defensive array on the altar completely disappeared, revealing the figures of Gray Leaf and Red Hammer.

Without a moment's hesitation, the evil axe rushed forward and gently picked up the red hammer.

"Miss……"

After shaking them a few times, they found that both of them had fallen into a coma.

He simply changed his posture, hoisting both of them onto his shoulders and slowly walking down from the altar.

After their spiritual energy was drastically drained, Nianlun and Chixing collapsed to the ground.

To avoid being exposed, Ronan pretended to be just like them, lying helplessly on the ground, panting.

"Captain, objective achieved, shouldn't we go?"

The evil axe carried the two men without any effort. From his eyes, Ronan saw that he seemed to be thinking about how to carry himself as well.

"Call, call the crawling rats, get out of here quickly." Ronan said, panting, "We have to play our part."

"How are you? Can you still walk?" he asked, turning to Nianlun and Chixing.

To his surprise, Nianlun and Chixing remained expressionless and unmoved by his concern.

Pharos walked over indifferently, bent down, picked up the rings on his back, and slowly climbed toward the altar.

"You guys go, Baiye, we have more important things to do." Akahoshi shook his head, somewhat exhausted.

"What's wrong?" Ronan asked, puzzled. "Haven't we already rescued him?"

"You've come to rescue people."

Akahoshi smiled wearily, his gaze falling on the vice-captain who remained suspended in mid-air.

"Neither we nor those mercenaries are."

"Kids, go do your own things, don't drag me into this."

The deputy commander in mid-air overheard the conversation, pointed to himself, and said, "I'm really here to find someone."

"Mr. Kane, you probably don't know these two ladies, do you?" Akahoshi asked, somewhat surprised.

"Furthermore, are you sure the Mercenary Blood Alliance wasn't interested in the initial contaminated information?"

"Just doing it casually... Oh, here I am, isn't that what I'm doing?"

The deputy commander executed a fluid mid-air turn, counting the large group of polluted beings that had suddenly appeared around them, and said...

"We—no, you—are surrounded."

Polluters surged in from all directions, and in an instant, the square was covered.

"Vice Commander Kane, at a time like this, let's not distinguish between 'us' and 'you,' shall we?"

Ronan stood up, no longer looking weak as before.

He clasped his hands together and activated the magic "Elemental Ice Arrow".

In an instant, a row of chilling ice arrows appeared out of thin air, hovering neatly between his palms.