This Wizard is So Unscientific!

Chapter 57 - 57 57 Black Mice Boss_1

?Chapter 57: Chapter 57 Black Mice: Boss!_1 Chapter 57: Chapter 57 Black Mice: Boss!_1 The swarm of Black Mice surged like a tidal wave, following closely behind the group.

A Fire Oil Bullet the size of a bowl was thrown over.

“Squeak squeak squeak…”

In response to Tuck was the massive, frantic, and angry squeaking of the Black Mice.

“Did you just poke a hornet’s nest?”

Tuck looked towards Taniru.

“How would I know, I was just escaping your Sheep Transformation in the depth of the cave.”

“Right after I got free, this bunch of Black Mice crawled out from who knows where.”

Taniru said between gasps as he ran.

This guy was already running out of steam.

“Maybe… you shouldn’t have turned back, at least sheep run faster than you.”

Tuck teased.

“Alright, you guys go first, I’ll cover the rear.”

“There are so many Black Mice, they will definitely impact the defense line if we go to the Undead crack area later.”

“Then be careful,” Armanti said.

“You too!”

He admonished briefly, while also glancing at Taniru.

Taniru, clearly feeling Tuck’s mistrust, said in exasperation:

“Damn it, I’m a Priest, do you expect me to be able to assassinate a Necromancer?”

“That’s true,” Tuck admitted.

Tuck slowed his pace.

Fire Oil Bullets started to be thrown one after another.

With the Fire Oil Bullets exploding continuously, streams of Black Mice — twisted by the influence of the Undercurrent and turned demonic — were burnt to death by Tuck’s fire oil.

These Black Mice were only of Level five or six at best, maybe eight or nine.

The Night Priest Taniru might not be able to clear them on a large scale.

But for the combat-oriented Tuck, any number was easy pickings.

As he cleared the vermin, Tuck continued to retreat.

After all, there were just too many Black Mice, swarming incessantly like an unstoppable tide.

With the widespread killing of the Black Mice.

The [Hunting] attribute of the cave ecology began to come into effect.

Tuck could distinctly feel the pure Origin Energy, like tiny streams, slowly flowing into his wizard’s ecology.

The “Origin Energy Experience” that Tuck acquired through training, absorption, and slaughter would enter directly into the wizard’s ecology.

While the Origin Energy obtained by the system would be stored within it.

There is a limit to the reserve of Origin Energy in the wizard’s ecology.

As for the system, it has no limit to store “Origin Energy Experience.”

As he relished the [Hunting] attribute’s effects.

Many profound insights about “Transcendent Ecological Traits” emerged in Tuck’s mind.

The “Ecological Traits” of a Transcendent’s ecology are the manifestation and accumulation of the Sequence Power of that area.

For example, the Cave ecology’s trait is [Hunting].

Inside the cave passage, killing other creatures would yield a certain amount of “Origin Energy Experience.”

This proportion of “Origin Energy Experience” would rise as one delved deeper.

Near the Demon Lord Dungeon, this proportion would reach its peak.

Meanwhile, as one approaches the surface, the effect of [Hunting] gradually decreases.

Upon reaching the surface, the [Hunting] trait would no longer be present.

The surface doesn’t belong to the cave Transcendent ecological zone.

It’s said that through the Demon Lord Dungeon.

To go deeper into the world known as the Purgatory Layer.

There dwell powerful demons, devils, Demon Dragons, and many other Purgatory creatures.

[Massacre] is the Transcendent ecological trait of that place.

At this moment.

Tuck was reveling in the Origin Energy Experience bestowed by [Hunting], the ecological trait of the cave area, through his slaughter.

“A Black Mice flood?”

Tuck’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“It’s just handing me experience on a silver platter.”

Not only was this true for Tuck.

It was the same for many capable spellcasters with decent strength.

The [Hunting] attribute of the cave dungeons.

Made the Transcendents of the Underground City Defense Line more inclined to battle, as there was experience to be gained.

While the watchmen on the surface city walls were not as keen about fighting.

After briefly using the Fire Oil Bullets to stall the Black Mice flood.

Tuck quickly began to release Bloodthorn Vine.

Soon, a defensive line made of over twenty vines was established by Tuck at the top of the cave passage.

Normally, the witchcraft “Bloodthorn Vine” would weaken with continued use and eventually fall apart.

But when the opponent is relatively weak flesh-based creatures.

It’s a different story for the Bloodthorn Vine.

By killing and causing bleeding damage, Bloodthorn Vine could continuously absorb fresh blood.

This would allow its duration to extend continuously, and its combat strength to recover steadily.

It may not withstand pressure well, but it’s second to none at bullying the weak.

That’s Bloodthorn Vine for you.

As expected.

With Tuck’s Bloodthorn Vines set up,

“Smack smack smack smack…”

those twisted bodies—all at the peak of the first rank, Level 19 Bloodthorn Vines—

began a frenzied harvest of the Black Mice swarm.

The vines lashed out, striking with such speed, they appeared as afterimages, flashing back and forth in madness.

As if fearing they would miss out if they were a moment slower, the other vines joined in the frenetic attack.

After all, Bloodthorn Vines didn’t consume much Origin Energy.

Tuck continued to retreat while constantly deploying more Bloodthorn Vines.

The corpses of Black Mice at the very front were piling up more and more.

Even if those rats managed to break through, they would need a massive number of bodies as a foundation.

At this moment,

“Squeak squeak…”

a chorus of particularly piercing Black Mice squeals rose in unison.

“Finally… have they come?”

Tuck’s eyes narrowed as he looked toward the position of the vast Black Mice swarm, somewhat blocked by his own defenses.

Just now, Tuck had noticed something unusual about this group of Black Mice.

Through subtle channels, a mysterious energy was driving these Black Mice to pursue and kill Taniru, Tuck, and the others.

And that mysterious energy came from a “Leader Level” Black Mouse.

Ordinarily, these elite Black Mice and Leader Level individuals wouldn’t show themselves so easily.

But under the influence of the Undercurrent and the Dark Sun Evil God Church’s ritual,

these mice had gone utterly insane.

Seven or eight elite Black Mice, the size of small hunting dogs, charged to the front.

Their blood-red eyes, the size of soybeans, were filled with bloodlust and frenzy.

The demonized Black Mice had completely lost their sanity and charged forward.

Smack smack smack smack…

Shadow-like Bloodthorn Vines lashed furiously against their bodies.

If these elite Black Mice were Level 17 or 18,

perhaps they could have withstood the onslaught for a while.

But their levels were only around 11 to 13.

As more vines entangled them, the surrounding vines joined in the ferocious beating.

This also created the perfect opportunity for the Rat Leader.

“Squeak squeak—”

Tuck’s slaughter had thoroughly enraged the demonized, bloodthirsty Rat Leader.

As a massive number of vines were distracted by targets,

the Rat Leader, with fur like steel needles and the size of a large hunting dog, turned into a black blur and lunged at Tuck.

Squeak squeak—

The piercing shriek aimed straight for Tuck’s face,

with an astonishingly high speed.

And at this moment, Tuck, enshrouded in shadows, curved his lips into a slight smile.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. Finally, you’ve come out.”

If the Rat Leader had stayed hidden among the Black Mice swarm,

Tuck wouldn’t have been able to kill it.

But since it had come out, it was a different story.

Tuck, who was prepared, perfectly anchored the trajectory of his Sculpting Light Spear to the Rat Leader the moment it pounced out.

His target was right at the fanged, ferocious rodent’s mouth.

“Bang!”

As the gunshot sounded,

Tuck and the Rat Leader passed by each other.

The tail of the Rat Leader, like a steel chain, brutally whipped towards Tuck.

After all, it was a Level 15 Leader Creature.

Its attack was astoundingly quick, and though Tuck managed to dodge its bite, he could not avoid this second attack.

“Crack!”

The tail of the Rat Leader struck Tuck,

A layer of a shield, with a tinge of blue luster, emerged on the surface of Tuck’s shadow-covered body, blocking the tail whip.

“Three such strikes could probably break my Wizard Robe Shield. This leader’s damage intake is indeed quite tough.”

The fallen Rat Leader crashed to the ground, tumbling seven or eight meters away.

Blood scattered everywhere.

The once-mighty Rat Leader had been impaled by Tuck’s Sculpting Light Spear from its mouth and through its exit hole, leaving it thoroughly skewered.

To others, completing such a precise penetration in a mere encounter seemed unfathomable.

But for Tuck,

this was just standard procedure.

After all, what use would his SSS Level [Precision Correction] be if not to strike at your inconceivable, deadly weaknesses?

Yet even so, the Rat Leader still hadn’t died.

The creature’s vitality was terrifyingly strong.

The Rat Leader, violently rolling on the ground, tried to remove the Sculpting Light Spear.

But naturally, Tuck wouldn’t give it the chance.

Humming humming humming…

Sculpting Light Spears, one after another, possessing great penetration, rained down, and Bloodthorn Vines prevented the influx of more Black Mice.

Tuck utterly sealed the fate of this rare Rat Leader.

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