Herag said, "Mr. Tony, handling so many things alone is truly tiring."

Tony smiled bitterly, "The original surveying task was already heavy, and now I have to search for people all over the world. Wizards who participate in the cradle operation usually have complex backgrounds, and all parties are putting pressure on us, alas…"

Herag looked at the bitterness on Tony's face and could feel how enormous the pressure was.

Medel is just a representative one among the second-generation wizards, there are many other wizards with deep backgrounds.

These people are potential seeds from various parties, and now that there's a problem, they naturally come to the expedition team to discuss.

Tony, as the surveyor in the expedition team on the demon plane, probably didn't expect people from other planes to come, bringing a major burden with them.

Originally, he only needed to survey, but now he also has to find and rescue people.

"Do you have any other clues?" Tony asked.

Herag shook his head, "No, this is all the information I have."

"Alright, shall I send you back now?" Tony said.

Herag hesitated for a moment; he planned to continue absorbing demon aura here and wasn't in a hurry to leave.

But he couldn't use this as a reason, as he couldn't explain why he could absorb demon aura, and couldn't expose the existence of the Great Dark Heaven.

As Herag was thinking of a suitable excuse, Tony saw he didn't seem to want to leave and said, "You don't want to leave yet?"

"I'm quite curious about this place, so I want to explore a bit more," Herag replied with a smile.

Tony said, "The Wizard Alliance has ordered us to safely send you back as soon as we find you. It's quite dangerous here, wandering around you can easily encounter danger. This time it's just good luck, landing near Base No. 1. If you were wandering outside and met danger, we wouldn't be able to rescue you in time."

"If we let you go like this, those above would certainly punish us, so…"

Tony's tone was extremely tactful, but the meaning was clear: you cannot leave, you must return to the Wizard Plane.

Herag felt a bit helpless, and now it seemed he indeed had no other choice.

Encountering the expedition team was completely unexpected for him, he didn't think he would meet them so soon.

Herag could only say, "Alright, I'll follow your arrangements."

Herag thought, actually returning isn't a problem, there are some issues that need to be dealt with.

While he can continue absorbing demon aura and grow stronger here, accidents could indeed happen.

Arios' power had already exceeded Herag's imagination, this world, whether exorcist or demon, had too many powerful beings.

This is also one reason why plane wars generally wait until reaching Level 2 Wizard to participate, as only after progressing to Level 2 Wizard can one have basic self-defense capability.

The ability to wield rule power makes a world of difference; it's a chasm that cannot be crossed.

Herag has survived until now solely thanks to the talent ability of the Spirit of the White Deer.

Tony saw Herag no longer insisted, and breathed a sigh of relief, it reduced a lot of trouble for him.

He laughed and said, "Then let's go to the teleportation altar, take a good rest after you return. Our conditions here are rudimentary, you can't rest well either."

Herag nodded, stepped onto the teleportation altar, and suddenly asked, "There won't be any problems with this teleportation, will there?"

"Of course not, if there were I'd chop off my own head." Tony laughed.

Herag smiled and nodded but said nothing.

Tony walked to the side of the teleportation altar and activated it with magic power.

A flash of light occurred, and Herag disappeared.

Herag watched the surrounding space ripple, knowing before it returned to brightness he had already come back to the Wizard Plane.

Because the familiar aura rushed over, and soon after light flooded his vision, and Herag found himself standing on a teleportation altar.

He looked around, discovering he was still within the Twilight Temple, only a few hundred meters from the teleportation altar to World X-617.

Herag's appearance instantly attracted the attention of those around him.

The reason was no other; he was now in the form of Titan Power, his physique too massive.

Many wizards instinctively thought some otherworldly creature invaded and were ready to act.

But upon sensing the magic aura and seeing Herag make no move, they held back.

Herag noticed the commotion and quickly said, "I am Herag Merlin, a formal member of Serlandir."

At that moment, a bearded middle-aged man approached with a serious face, glaring at Herag and demanding, "Where is Medel?"

Herag glanced at him, remembering who he was, Medel's father, Reece.

Herag replied, "How should I know where Medel is?"

Reece glared at him angrily and said, "I asked the wizards who returned before you, they said you had a conflict with Medel in World X-617 and even attacked him. If it weren't for his quick use of the teleportation ring, he'd have probably been severely injured by you."

"The cradle operation doesn't prohibit conflicts between us, isn't some friction quite normal? Besides, I didn't manage to do anything to him, right? Didn't he activate the teleportation ring and flee?" Herag said.

"But he, like you, entered the demon plane and hasn't returned yet!" Reece shouted.

Herag said, "Then go find the expedition team, why are you shouting at me, it's none of my business."

Reece, being a respectable figure of the Taylor Family, was not accustomed to being spoken to this way, and immediately retorted, "How dare you be so rude! You're courting death!"

The magic aura surged around him, and a giant eye appeared above ready to open.

Danger instantly welled up in Herag's heart, he was ready to flee.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him, and the sense of danger vanished.

Bannings adjusted his monocle and said, "Mr. Reece, no fighting is allowed within the Twilight Temple."

Reece glanced warily at Bannings, shot a cold look at Herag, and then turned to leave.

"Thank you, Lord Bannings." Herag expressed his thanks.

Bannings turned with a smile, "Nothing to worry about, glad you're back. We'll ask you a few questions later, then you can organize your own schedule."

"Understood." Herag glanced at his space ring, inside lay a World Staff, with which he could control World X-617.

Herag's primary goal now was to hurry back to Serlandir and hand it over, keeping it was a hot potato.

Soon the expedition team members came to inquire a lot about Herag.

From when Herag entered World X-617 until returning to the Wizard Plane, every detail was questioned.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.