This Wizard is So Unscientific!

Chapter 59 - 59 59 Remember His Name_1

?Chapter 59: Chapter 59 Remember His Name!_1 Chapter 59: Chapter 59 Remember His Name!_1 If we fail to hold back, it will be a disaster.

If we stand firm, it is a feast.

Tuck had gathered from his research that indeed, many powerful and rare undead creatures would emerge from the Undead Rift.

And these rare undead creatures contained the Transcendent Characteristics.

These were precisely the “important channels” through which Ramore Tower City-State harvested its resources.

It’s no exaggeration to say,

at the time when the Undercurrent loomed, the resources produced by the Undead Rift before us

had essentially reached the soul of Ramore Tower City-State’s core resources.

Though Mr. Aubrey had promised to help Tuck gather other materials for the Steam Upgrade,

the materials needed for Tuck’s subsequent promotions, as well as the Wizard Traits he would need as his power grew,

and crafting Transcendent equipment suitable for himself,

purchasing powerful spells, and so on.

All of this required resources, or rather, Magic Gold.

Therefore, Tuck could not miss the harvest feast presented by the Undead Rift.

Tuck turned his gaze away from the Undead Rift.

He looked towards Taniru.

“Taniru, initiate the Barrier Ritual and build a small two-story bunker here,” he said.

“Why me? Can’t you build it yourself?”

Taniru refused Tuck’s unreasonable request based on his principle of not standing if he could lay down.

“Fine, when my Iron-coupled wall comes out, if you find yourself kneeling in the corner, lost, don’t expect me to care about you,” Tuck replied.

Tuck’s words caused Taniru’s complexion to change.

Although last time it was because he was bound and turned into a sheep.

But!

Even if he hadn’t been turned into a sheep, he couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t be drawn to the Iron-coupled wall.

After all, to counter the Dark Sun, he had once frantically absorbed the power of the Barrier.

Although now he spent a lot of effort daily to cleanse his faith in the Barrier,

such matters concerning the soul were not something that could be resolved in just a day or two.

Ultimately, Taniru didn’t dare to keep arguing.

Looking around, Taniru said helplessly, “There are no suitable buildings here; my Origin Rune Barrier can’t actively guide materials to create walls.”

“I’ll help you,” Tuck said indifferently.

Soon, Taniru had set up the Sacrifice Ritual.

Sacrificial materials, Origin Stone Crystals, high-concentration alcohol, black swan feathers, and so forth, Taniru had a sufficient reserve of his own.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, facing the offering and altar,

Taniru’s face exhibited an unprecedented devotion and calmness.

Without a doubt, at this moment, he was a true Barrier Believer!

He began to chant softly,

“Great Barrier that shelters the world, I am your most devout follower!”

“I am willing to offer my faith, praying for your descent.”

“…”

The wind suddenly picked up, the firelight mirrored.

Taniru’s Ritual had attracted the attention of many.

Some even came over to take a closer look.

After all, Ramore was currently under invasion by the Dark Sun Ceremony.

Below ground, and at such a critical location of the Undead Rift, conducting a mysterious Ritual

was bound to raise suspicions.

However, with Armanti present, and those two Necromancers, obviously students of Mr. Aubrey, approaching to inspect, Armanti’s explanation put them at ease.

“Click, click, click…”

The wall near Tuck and Taniru suddenly began to squirm.

Then, the hard rock became as malleable as clay, rapidly being drawn together and gathered.

Beneath the two, the rock grew rapidly, and a pair of invisible hands constantly shaped it.

After a dozen breaths,

a small bunker, about three meters in diameter and six meters high,

appeared before the eyes of the assembled spellcasters.

This small bunker was merely a vessel to hold the true marvel: the “Origin Rune Barrier.”

The Origin Rune Barrier could not only withstand a multitude of ranged attacks but also obstruct the sneak attacks of those ghostly flying undead creatures.

The two older Necromancers looked at the small fortress that had been created with bare hands and were also taken aback for a moment.

“Armanti, are you planning to hold out here? This isn’t a wise choice.”

“Those ghost-like creatures can essentially ignore these kinds of physical barriers… Huh, this fortress seems to have some kind of barrier.”

The 29th-level Necromancer seemed to have seen something.

“Even if there is a barrier, it’s unlikely capable of withstanding those powerful undead beings!”

Lectured by two senior fellow Necromancers.

Armanti found it difficult to refute.

After all, these senior fellows had certainly not refrained from teaching her some summoning techniques and insights during their studies together.

“Don’t worry, we have the superb genius Taniru with us,”

At this moment, a voice rose slowly.

The two Necromancers looked over.

The speaker was Tuck, slowly descending the steep stairs of the bunker.

Tuck!

The “combat artist” highly praised by Mr. Aubrey recently, both were naturally familiar with him.

“Taniru?”

“Sorry, never heard of him.”

The two Necromancers wore expressions of calm and indifference.

“Then you are simply uninformed.”

The approaching Tuck smiled.

“He is an action artist who has infiltrated the Dark Sun Church for many years.”

“He personally killed an A Grade Transcendent Genius of the Dark Sun Evil God Organization.”

“He even somewhat destroyed the Dark Sun Church’s Ritual this time and blew a small altar sky-high.”

“You’ll receive news about this shortly.”

The two exchanged looks.

They weren’t entirely convinced, yet they partially believed it.

They had vaguely heard about an explosion in the Bunker Area that seemed to have destroyed an altar.

But whether it was Taniru’s doing was a matter of debate.

At this time, Armanti, who had been standing to the side, stepped forward.

“Yes!”

“When the teacher asked me to come over, he mentioned that it was Taniru who had blown up the altar and killed the A Grade Transcendent Genius…”

“Arthurson Wills,” Tuck reminded softly on the side.

From the subtle engravings within the Transcendent bracelet, Tuck had known the name of the genius he had killed from the moment he obtained the bracelet.

“Right, Arthurson Wills.”

Armanti nodded earnestly.

She even winked at Tuck.

Although she didn’t know why Tuck was saying this, she trusted there was a reason behind his words.

Armanti’s statement undoubtedly put the final nail in the coffin of the matter.

After all, the Armanti they both knew wouldn’t lie to them.

Taniru had killed the A Grade Evil God genius, Arthurson Wills, and also casually blown up the altar.

This was explosive news indeed.

Keep in mind,

Not long ago, the A Grade Genius of the Dark Sun Church had been the talk of the town in the Ramore Tower City-State; it was a matter known to all.

Unexpectedly, that A Grade Genius of the Dark Sun Church was taken down by someone named “Taniru.”

For a moment, many eyes were turned towards Taniru on the small bunker.

Right then, Taniru, who had just finished cleaning up the ritual witchcraft materials, heard Armanti’s and Tuck’s conversation.

His foot slipped, and he nearly tumbled down.

Inside his Priest Robe, Taniru clenched his fists, shaking all over, his teeth chattering.

“Tuck… Armanti… I… thank you both.”

The crowd scrutinized the creator of the small fortress.

That towering figure, along with his supremely indifferent demeanor, stood in stark contrast to the Undead Rift.

Taniru!

The crowd silently noted down this name.

Without a doubt, it would be a name deserving of respect.

It was also the name of a powerful being.