Just when Connor realized that he was in a dilemma and was thinking hard about how to deal with it, a black sandstorm blew from the depths of the underground palace outside the secret passage. It seemed that something was about to come out.
At this moment, Connor was focused on using the auxiliary A.I. Chip to calculate how to use the alchemy bomb and how to control the explosive power of the alchemy bomb so that it could destroy the altar blocking the entrance to the secret passage without causing the passage to collapse. Moreover, the underground palace was suppressing Connor's spiritual force greatly, so he was completely unaware of what was happening in the depths of the underground palace. He couldn't sense anything at all.
After calculating for ten minutes, Connor, who had obtained the latest answer from the auxiliary A.I. Chip, looked at the entrance of the secret passage that was blocked by the altar and sighed heavily. Even though his explosion plan had been optimized and modified multiple times by the auxiliary A.I. Chip, it only had a 57% probability of being able to guarantee that the secret passage would be blown open without causing the passage to collapse.
Although Connor had worked very hard to increase this probability by 200%, this 57% probability still meant that if Connor used the alchemy bomb, he would be gambling with his life! There was a 50% chance of returning to the surface alive, and a 50% chance of being trapped on the surface forever.
Taking a deep breath, the gloomy Connor's eyes gradually became resolute. He placed his hand on the interspatial ring and was about to take out an alchemy bomb. Suddenly, Connor raised his eyebrows, as if he had discovered something. A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. He immediately took out a black gemstone ring from the interspatial ring and injected mana into it.
Due to his injuries, Connor's spiritual power was greatly affected and was not very abundant. However, in order to be able to unleash the full power of this black gemstone ring, Connor still spared no effort and poured spiritual power into the gemstone ring without the slightest hesitation.
Thanks to Connor's infusion of magic power, the black gemstone ring glowed brighter and brighter. A few seconds later, Marguerite's intermittent voice was heard from the black gemstone ring.
"Connor … Are you … Are you … Are you down there?"
Hearing Marguerite's response, Connor's eyes were filled with joy. Although he didn't understand why Marguerite would appear here at this moment, it was definitely great news for him since he was in a dangerous situation.
Connor struggled to support his body and said to the black gemstone ring in his hand, "Yes, I'm trapped under the altar. Marguerite, can you check the altar and see if there's any way to get me out?"
"Sure!"
Hearing Connor's order, Marguerite also sensed how dangerous the situation was. She didn't ask Connor how he was trapped under the altar, but directly agreed to Connor's request and began to check the altar.
About three minutes later, Marguerite roughly checked the altar which was blocking the entrance of the secret passage. She said to Connor through the black gemstone ring again, "Connor, I don't think we can open this altar with normal methods. I have the alchemy bomb that you gave me."
Hearing Marguerite's response, Connor was a little disappointed, but his eyes lit up when he heard that Marguerite had an alchemy bomb in her hand. Without hesitation, he began to calculate the possibility of using the auxiliary chip to blow up the altar from the outside.
Marguerite didn't see any response from Connor after she told him her plan. She thought that something bad had happened to Connor down there, so she was a little worried. "Connor! Connor Ferguson! Are you okay? "
Connor, who had just received the result from the auxiliary chip, immediately reacted when he heard Marguerite's call. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Marguerite, can you see the center of the altar? It's forty-two degrees to the northeast. It's three meters away from you. "
After hearing Connor's words, Margaret, who was worried about Connor's safety, finally felt a bit more at ease. She then followed Connor's instructions and searched for the location on the altar. Ten seconds later, Margaret's gaze locked onto a stone step engraved with a faint triangular pattern on the altar. She looked at it curiously. Margaret asked Connor in confusion, "Are you talking about the stone step engraved with a triangular pattern on the altar?"
"Yes, that's it! It's the weakest part of the altar. You can blow it up and I'll be able to get out! " When he heard that Marguerite had found the location, Connor recalled the location of the altar and said with certainty, "That's right.
After hearing that she had found the target and received Connor's affirmation, Margaret, who knew that the situation was urgent, immediately took action. She placed the alchemy bomb on the stone steps and began to set it up.
At this moment, Connor, who was quietly waiting for Marguerite to set up the alchemy bomb, suddenly felt a strange energy fluctuation coming from the mysterious underground palace. When Connor released his mental strength to carefully sense it, without any warning, Connor's head felt like it was being pricked by needles. The headache this time was even worse than the one he had ten minutes ago. Connor's face started to hurt because of the pain.
Despite the pain, Connor gritted his teeth and endured it. He didn't let himself scream. He knew that Marguerite, who was setting up the alchemy bomb, wasn't an alchemist. Although he had taught her how to set up the alchemy bomb, it was the first time for Marguerite to do it herself.
If Marguerite realized that she was in danger, it wouldn't help her to set up the alchemy bomb. On the contrary, it would make Marguerite anxious. By then, she might make a mistake and ruin their plan.
Connor, who was enduring the pain, held the Castilla Staff tightly in his hand. He wanted to make sure that even if something damn came out of the underground palace, Connor would be able to defend himself immediately. For Connor, every second was as long as a year, but all he could do was to pray that Marguerite could move faster.
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