Chapter 595 - 593: Is Your Magic Power Infinite?

"Things have reached this point; let’s make a run for it."

Hilia made the decision.

But before escaping, she decided to collect more Demons.

The Magic Puppet was already working under her command to refine the Lancelot Stone mined into powder, preparing to extract all the essence. Although she couldn’t use it, she could sell it; this heavy armor material was most popular with the Mercenary Guild.

Most of them are Sword Masters; as long as they have the best sword and armor from the village, they can embark on a quest for adventure...

So Hilia planned to collect more.

She could save the Magic Power for running away; any excess could be used to generate Gold Coins.

With this thought in mind, Hilia continued to engage in her repetitive task of clearing Demonic creatures.

...

Night had fallen.

Aiman returned from the depths of the tunnel with the exhausted Elf Mages.

They gathered at the designated area and, seeing others had arrived before them, breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, I’m not the first to give up.

Everyone shared this sentiment, but who was the first to tire remained unknown.

Because the first to reach the designated area was Aiman, a fifth-rank.

Could Aiman be quicker than them?

Clearly not possible.

Aiman looked at these ’more enduring’ fourth-rank Elves, feeling somewhat speechless.

Being in charge of the situation, he knew what had happened.

Before dividing into five groups, he reminded everyone to retreat quickly if they couldn’t hold out and not to push themselves.

However, the exhausted Elves, arriving at the designated area, realized they were the first to give up, bit their lips, returned to the tunnel, rested briefly, and continued to slaughter Demons.

Everyone acted this way; whether anyone secretly shirked was unknown to Aiman.

He didn’t mind; the task this time wasn’t exterminating Demons.

Looking at everyone, he slowly said, "That’s it for this mission. Based on the investigation so far, the underground Demons are nearly endless, and we need support, from the whole Elf Forest... No, the entire Elf Race must come to aid us. These Demons must be eliminated before they escape underground, or the consequences will be dire."

Demons entering a new environment mutate rapidly to adapt, and they don’t discard their old strengths.

If they mutate into various forms, flying or tunneling, the trouble they cause... Aiman dared not imagine.

"We must block them all underground!"

Aiman declared firmly.

Hai Wei’er said, "I’ve discovered some methods to pinpoint Demons’ weaknesses, but there’s a chance of error."

Morris replied, "The same goes for me."

The other two added, "+1."

Aiman nodded, "Yes, I have an inkling as well. Now, let’s withdraw temporarily, return to camp, and compile everyone’s findings. Hopefully, the Royal City support has arrived, and they can assist us in our research."

He paused, felt something, and was somewhat surprised and shocked: "That friend named Xi, still fighting?"

The other Elves exchanged looks.

No way?

That’s intense!

Fighting all day?

Aren’t you exhausted of Magic Power?

"Should we take a look?" a Mage suggested.

Aiman nodded, "Okay, let’s check. After this long, that friend should be exhausted too, and we’ll cover her retreat."

They quickly devised a plan to evade Demon pursuit, then acted, circumvented to the back, and returned to the node where Hilia was.

Feeling the same battle and elemental fluctuations inside, including Aiman, they were stunned.

No, why do you still seem unaffected?

How much Magic Power do you have to squander?

Aiman looked over, coinciding with Hilia’s gaze.

Hilia smiled, "You finished?"

Aiman hesitated, then asked, "Lady Xi, how much longer can you endure?"

Hilia gestured with a hand, "I can hold out just a little longer."

This ’little,’ is it a massive ’little’?

Aiman internally complained.

He hesitated, saying, "I wonder if Lady Xi needs assistance to leave?"

Hilia shook her head, "No need, you go ahead; I’ll cover your retreat. With six people, we’re a large target, and upon leaving, it’s likely these Demons might mutate, like suddenly monstering Demons able to fly."

Aiman looked at Hilia’s relaxed demeanor, took a deep breath, and nodded decisively, "Alright, if Lady Xi needs help, let me know; my contact is..."

Aiman left his contact information, then bade farewell.

Once away, he looked back toward Hilia, making a decision at heart.

"Must report to the Elf King; such a formidable Mage should be cultivated, maybe she can ascend to the legendary seventh rank."

"If she ascends to the seventh rank, she might become the most outstanding Elf King since the Era of Calamity, leading the Elf Race to thrive again."

Aiman felt his heart racing.

However, he understood that this Elf named Xi might not be easily accepted by the Royal Family.

For she is a Mixed-blood Elf, lacking the Elf Forest’s blessing. Though it can be supplemented, not having the first blessing from the Elf Forest, the bias can’t be removed.

Moreover, the Elf Royal Family recently welcomed an Elf blessed by the Gods, returning with a Divine Relic.

Aiman heard the Elf wasn’t from the Royal Family, but the Royal Family claimed she was a long-lost Elf of the family... Hmm, affirmed by the Elf King, there’s ample evidence she is part of the family, whether true or not, she must be.

Thus, this Mixed-blood Elf named Xi might not easily gain attention.

But who knows without trying?

...

Hilia was unaware of what Aiman and the others were thinking.

Long after they left, she slowly withdrew the defense line, controlled the Magic Puppet to bring back the compressed and refined Lancelot Stone essence, then unleashed her Magic Power, freezing the entire node, delaying the Demons’ assault pace.

After completing this, she quickly ran toward the exit.

During her sprint, she used Ice Walls to completely block off the road from entrance to exit.

Blocking from start to finish.

After finishing this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, swiftly returning to the large chamber at the exit.

Hilia looked back at the entrance. Smiling.

"Not playing with you anymore; too many of you, can’t kill them all."

With these words, Hilia decisively mounted her Flying Broom and flew upwards at her fastest speed.

Rose’s voice resonated like a devil’s: "Too slow, let me give you a push."

"No... Ahhh!"

Hilia’s expression changed.

But it was too late.

With a surge of contamination, she accelerated like a cannonball firing!