Capturing Them Alive!

Cromwell sighed and said, "If Xavier were a Legendary Mage, there would still be a chance, but he's only a Legendary Warrior, and he doesn't have a Semi-Divine Artifact. There's no chance at all. You've never seen that Purgatory Demon King. An incredibly powerful Evil Aura radiates from his body, and his strength is beyond belief. He shattered a Legendary Priest's defenses with a single sword strike. Even if it was a sneak attack, he was still far too powerful. The key is that this fellow is actually willing to use Magic Artifacts. That's highly unusual."

A priest nodded helplessly. "It's all the fault of those damn warlocks and mages. After they were born, magic began spreading rapidly throughout the Infinite Plane, like a plague. It simply couldn't be stopped. We wiped out all the human Desecration Priests, but we never expected Desecration Priests to bloom everywhere in the Evil World. They're impossible to eradicate."

"To monsters, Desecration Magic is just an ordinary form of evil magic."

"Then do we still need to send another Reconnaissance Team down?"

"We've already sent three teams in succession. Encountering a Purgatory Demon King is already a tremendous gain, so let's stop for now. Andre, you did very well. You may be timid, but that isn't your fault. Your contribution this time was enormous. We can guarantee that you won't have to go down into the Deep Prison again for half a year." An old priest looked at Andre with great appreciation.

There were too few reliable young people these days. Andre might have been timid, but he wasn't stupid, and he had a strong sense of loyalty. He had been willing to return with Cromwell, and that kind of character was exceedingly rare.

Someone a little stupider might not have fled immediately and