Chapter 677: Chapter 324: New Friends and Old Friends! Foolish Heads and Foolish Butts
"Whew—"
Ronan and Molli’er slipped out from the Light Gate, the small door behind them closing quickly.
"It seems we really can’t get out..."
Molli’er sighed and turned her head aside, seemingly quite disappointed.
"No."
Ronan shook his head, "The plan is right, it’s just that we’re not strong enough..."
"What idea do you have this time?"
Molli’er followed Ronan’s gaze and saw the passage they had come through, with quiet closed doors on both sides of the wall.
"You wouldn’t be thinking..."
Molli’er widened her eyes.
Ronan calmly said, "Yes.
But not them..."
Ronan’s gaze passed over the small doors along the passage, looking further ahead.
Earlier, when he "peered" into a small door, he almost had his life sucked away by the horror inside.
These figures trapped in separate rooms are too dangerous to handle. Ronan’s idea is to gather those wandering in the maze— the "monsters"—to "counter" the Abyss Bull Demon named Babli just encountered.
"Putting aside that we’re delicious prey, once they see the effect of the Space Key, they can trace the escape clues on us... Those like Patrick will chase us at all costs..."
Ronan squinted and said, "As long as we can hold the Minotaur back for a while, we can find a chance to open an exit and leave..."
"Even if we can lure them all here and enter the room.
But why would they follow your orders?"
Molli’er frowned.
"I naturally have a way."
Ronan straightened his magic robe, which had a few creases from battle, and calmly beckoned Molli’er to leave, "Let’s go, this plan needs your cooperation."
Molli’er had a hint of an indescribable expression on her face, as if she had something on her mind, but after hesitating a moment, she still followed Ronan’s steps.
Ronan stopped at a certain spot far from all the small doors and lightly used the Space Key to cut through the gray fog wall before them.
A crack appeared, and he led Molli’er through it.
Continuing with the same actions.
After several "piercing walls," Molli’er saw Ronan’s Silver Key in his hand clearly dimming, wanting to speak several times but stopping.
Suddenly, while piercing another high wall, Ronan halted his steps and turned to look at a passage side where there was a clear corner.
"There’s one over there."
Ronan said as he led the way to the corner, Molli’er following suspiciously.
Within a few breaths, just as they turned the corner, they suddenly reappeared, this time in a desperate sprint.
"Boom! Boom!"
Ronan’s feet produced explosive sounds as he moved rapidly within the passage, his figure dodging like lightning, Molli’er closely behind.
Behind them, "Splash—"
A river entirely formed of fresh blood chased them relentlessly, figures gradually standing up within the rushing blood river.
"How do you know this is the passage we initially took?"
Molli’er stared at Ronan in amazement, as if he had flowers on his face.
Ronan didn’t answer, just simply sliced open the nearest high wall, pulling Molli’er through.
This time, he didn’t seal the crack, simply continuing to break through the walls, fleeing, breaking through, fleeing...
Behind them, the sound of the blood river rushing seemed to become increasingly intense.
Reaching a certain passage, Ronan hurriedly commanded Molli’er, "You go left, I go right, one area each."
Molli’er nodded, Ronan swiftly darting to one side.
After a turn, he immediately saw at the end of the passage a familiar figure—standing like an ancient knight sculpture, holding a sword in one hand.
Almost at the sudden turn of the figure, Ronan hastily retreated along the original path.
He returned to the separation point with Molli’er, slitting one side of the high wall, eyes fixed tightly on the direction Molli’er had disappeared towards, occasionally glancing at the gray wall crack where the rushing blood river sound appeared to be continually approaching.
Before long, Ronan heard a sharp exclamation—"Scoundrel!"
Accompanied by a brief explosion sound, Molli’er came flying from her corner, enveloped in flames.
Behind her was a twisted-faced woman, a brass clockwork spinning rapidly on her chest, golden hair falling down, with traces of flames scorching her body, chasing at a swift, eerie ballet pace.
Molli’er almost collided straight into Ronan, her hand free of grasp on her short stick focused solely on covering Ronan’s eyes.
"I told you not to look!"
Ronan grabbed her and thrust her into the newly opened gray wall crack, narrowly avoiding the intense collision as the "three giants" met.
"Whew—"
Ronan breathed rapidly.
The plan continued.
Every second felt like dancing on the edge of a blade, the pace so swift Molli’er had forgotten she’d previously asked Ronan how he knew the precise location of each passage.
"Rrrrip—"
The dim space Silver Key cut through the gray wall, and a bizarre face wearing a black-and-white clown mask squeezed in almost immediately, as if it had been plastered to the wall waiting for Ronan’s "breakthrough."
Before the clown masked figure could take any action, a short stick burning with red flames fiercely knocked on its head.
"Bang!"
The clown figure groaned, face contorted as it temporarily retreated, and Ronan felt the pain just hearing it.
He shot Molli’er an appreciative glance, excitedly clutching the stick, then continued to "break through the wall" with his hand unerring.
This was a new friend.
"Whew—"
Ronan and Molli’er emerged from the gray wall crack on one side, their feet touching solid ground.
They listened closely.
"Cackle—"
The familiar sound of quivering teeth echoed, accompanied by urgent fingers tapping on the wall with "clickety-clack" sounds, quickly nearing.
Ronan’s face slightly softened, "Patrick... an old friend."
Ronan led Molli’er throughout the maze, shifting positions constantly within different passageways.
Molli’er seemed to greatly enjoy this thrilling and stimulating process. She held Ronan’s hand tightly with her palm slightly damp from excitement.
Finally, as they entered a certain passage, Ronan looked down, seemingly counting silently.
"Almost there."
With a calm expression, he cut through the gray mist wall ahead, leading Molli’er inside. Under Molli’er’s gaze filled with wonder, the two once again returned to the corridor full of tightly closed small doors.
Quickly walking to the deepest Light Gate, Ronan did not rush to open it. Instead, he turned around, squinting at the direction at the end of the passage.
He heard, from the narrow opening he had cut into the gray wall, the faint roar of the Blood River, the sound of ancient boots scraping the ground, the ticking of clockwork, and sinister laughing sounds...
Twisted, bizarre, evil, yet powerful Level 5 auras leaked out from the cracks.
A group of Level 5 "monsters" born from despair and fear, driven by the vitality of escape, were approaching with "extremely excited" emotions.
"What are you waiting for? Open the door quickly!"
Molli’er seemed a little nervous, repeatedly urging Ronan.
Ronan remained unmoved.
Finally, when a twisted, slender hand reached through the crack in the gray wall, suddenly appearing in his line of sight.
He suddenly took two steps forward and, under Molli’er’s incredulous gaze, quickly inserted the Space Key he held into the keyhole of the nearest black door covered in strange patterns.
"Click—"
A gentle twist, and the small door creaked open.
An indescribable scent of decay wafted out from within, gently stirring Ronan’s hair.
Squinting, Ronan could only see an incomparably dark room with decaying and broken black cloth strips floating about, and a shadowy figure that seemed to be slowly raising its head, looking towards him.
"For safety..!"
Ronan didn’t bother to take another look, quickly saying.
Then returned to the original position, opened the small door of the room containing the Abyss Bull Demon, and slipped in with Molli’er.
"Whoosh—"
A scorching wind, the blinding Sun!
And the familiar, irritable yet not-so-bright roar of the Abyss Bull Demon.
"Despicable worm...dare to come back!"
Ronan ignored the enraged Minotaur, pulling Molli’er to quickly dart aside, trying to stay as far as possible from the Light Gate they had just entered.
His eyes were fixed on the Light Gate entrance that could dissipate at any moment.
"Rat-a-tat-tat—"
A monster with arms all over its body and four bald human heads quickly crawled in.
One.
Ronan counted silently in his heart.
Then a scarlet figure formed entirely of blood quietly stepped out.
Two.
Three..
Four..
Ronan counted the Level 5 "monsters" as they each appeared in turn.
The bright scene before them seemed to shock these creatures. They easily noticed the conspicuous Light Gate behind Minotaur Babli, connecting it to the key Ronan had been using....
Quickly, one powerful wave of consciousness after another surged into the sky, communicating excitedly.
"An exit! I see the maze’s exit!"
"That kid has a key! A key that can open the exit!"
"I can get out! A thousand years! I’ve waited a thousand years, and finally, I can get out!..."
"Kekeke...."
The "monsters" were incredibly excited and nearly frantic as they spoke, while Ronan stared at the slowly dissipating, now absent Light Gate entrance, slightly frowning.
He didn’t see the "prisoner" from the last "prison" opened appear.
"Did they not make it in time?..."
He felt a slight sense of regret.
"What are you going to do now? They won’t obediently listen to your command..."
Molli’er stared at the "monsters" below, her delicate face slightly tense.
Ronan blinked, stepped forward, and then shouted at the irritable Minotaur Babli not far away: "Babli! You big dumb clumsy oaf!
Listen up!"
Ronan pointed at the monsters below in collective "celebration," with a face full of disdain and mockery: "I may not know the stupid answer to your stupid question, but I have a group of strong and reliable friends!
They’ll help me twist off your idiotic bull head and shove it up your dumb ass!"
Ronan’s clear and loud voice echoed throughout the space.
In an instant, the entire space went quiet. Everyone, including Minotaur Babli, was fixedly watching him.
"Damn, you don’t think using such clumsy tactics, you could..."
Molli’er touched her forehead, her speechless remark interrupted by a roar like a simultaneous eruption of countless volcanoes!
"Roar roar roar!"
"Damn...."
"Worms!"
"Babli’s going to kill you all!!"
In the scorching winds stirred up by the Abyss Bull Demon’s unprecedented rage, Ronan calmly turned his head, looking at Molli’er’s stunned expression, and said lightly: "When dealing with those who don’t have much brains...
The simpler the method, the more effective it is."
The next second, a terrifying battle erupted with a bang.
Babli, with all five chains on his body suddenly taut, roared and clenched his fists, furiously smashing towards the "monsters" below.
Laughter, exclamations, low growls, explosions...the entire space instantly became a chaotic battlefield!
Molli’er pressed her lips tight, suddenly speaking: "You don’t think..it’s that simple, do you?"
"Of course."
Ronan took a deep breath, calmly saying: "This is merely step one."
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