This Wizard is So Unscientific!

Chapter 70 - 70 70 Downfall of Ramore_1

?Chapter 70: Chapter 70 Downfall of Ramore!_1 Chapter 70: Chapter 70 Downfall of Ramore!_1 After circling the room that resembled ruins,

Tuck approached the window near the toilet.

Of course, there were no windows or glass left, only the remains of the shattered window.

The traces weren’t too obvious but were definitely those of a Shadow.

The escapee had fallen out the window, crashed into the pile of skeletons below, and then fled into the dark depths.

“This second floor isn’t high enough. If it had been twenty stories, the fall might have taken a quarter of his life, or maybe even killed him on the spot,”

After staring into the darkness for a moment, Tuck withdrew his gaze.

The Shadow Walker had escaped, and although Tuck’s true identity had been exposed, it no longer mattered.

Surviving one ambush from Taniru was enough.

“Aside from the one who fled, the materials and Transcendent equipment on the other three could fetch nearly three thousand Magic Gold.”

“Adding to the resources I have, that amounts to over four thousand Magic Gold.”

“Though not converted yet, those resources are not to be underestimated.”

“It’s time to exchange some resources I need from Mr. Aubrey… and some witchcraft,” Tuck thought silently.

Inside the room.

The sound of whipping and scolding rose and fell in turns.

Dreamcrafting Sheep was tightly bound to a stone pillar by Taniru.

With every whip that fell, Taniru scolded, “That’s for not confessing!”

“Baa baa!”

“Talking back, huh!” Another lash followed.

“…”

“Not even crying out, so you choose death over submission!”

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The sound of the whip echoed sharply.

“Baa baa baa…”

“You dare to cry out so loudly? It seems like you’re tired of living.”

“Baa baa…”

“Let me tell you, every breath you take now is a crime, and yet you dare to talk back to me?”

The desperate and pitiful cries of the sheep didn’t stop at all.

After a half-dead beating, Taniru would cast a life activation spell on the victim.

This spell could heal the injured rapidly, but at the cost of reducing their lifespan.

It was a witchcraft intended for emergency recovery.

But in Taniru’s hands, it had become a whetstone for torture.

As long as the victim was miserably whipped but not dead, it allowed him to drain their life force and fulfill his desire to vent his anger.

At the very least, it was a triple win.

After enough whipping,

Taniru finally turned his attention to the wizard “Glenn” nailed to the wall.

The hook that contained Origin Energy was clasped onto the wizard’s shoulder.

Glenn the wizard, looking at the sheep that was whipped until its flesh turned inside out and was currently being healed, knew that there was no escaping today.

“You answer what I ask, and maybe I’ll give you a quick end.”

“As for that one… I’ll use priest surgery to dismantle his Sequence step by step, completely disable him, and then sell him to the Cave people.”

“Heh heh… The Cave people know some of the sheep we sell them used to be human, so they trade them, sell them to Kobolds.”

“And Kobolds, they’re not picky eaters at all.”

“Oh right, I forgot to tell you, Kobolds’ favorite dish is roasted whole sheep.”

“If you don’t comply, I’ll dismantle your Sheep Transformation Sequence too, and turn you into a sheep.”

Once, Glenn thought he was a devout believer.

Now, it seems he was far from it.

Glenn’s legs began to tremble.

“I’ll tell!” Wizard Glenn squeezed out a smile uglier than crying itself.

After turning around and whipping Dreamcrafting Sheep a few more times,

Taniru then turned back and nodded solemnly.

“Good!”

Not far away, Tuck sat on a couch that had three of its four legs broken.

In Tuck’s hands, there was a “Sheepskin booklet.”

This fine item was transported from the bustling Steam City-States on the South Continent.

With Taniru’s inquiries and Wizard Glenn’s responses,

a spirit-touched nexus drew forth slender threads of ink from a nearby ink bottle, settling them upon the sheepskin.

Rows of text emerged on the sheepskin booklet.

The content of their conversation was meticulously recorded by Tuck.

……

Several hours later,

Tuck had detailed the content of their conversation in writing.

The knowledge nexus absorbed this information as it flowed in.

“The situation outside is indeed troublesome, based on the current circumstances, Ramore probably…”

Tuck pondered silently.

“Might not be able to hold on until I have the chance to pry open the coffins in the Demon King’s Tomb.”

With this thought, Tuck put away the sheepskin booklet.

As Tuck stood up, the couch with only one leg remaining collapsed with a crash.

“I need to make a trip to see Professor Aubrey.”

“Feel free to dispose of these two fellows however you see fit. Also, I’ve left a few sentient undead skeletons downstairs, courtesy of Armanti, have them come up and clean this place.”

After issuing his instructions, Tuck followed the staircase of the High Tower, heading upwards.

As he moved on, the current situation of Ramore Tower conjured itself in Tuck’s mind.

It was the Gray Day already.

But… the sky of Ramore was contaminated as well.

The Dark Sun’s ashen mist descended from a different dimension, blocking the unnatural sunlight of The Ash Moon from permeating and shining on Ramore.

Ramore now, was perhaps even more dim than the nights of The Ash Moon.

At least, The Ash Moon still had moonlight.

But now, there was no light, only darkness, and death.

With the daylight of The Ash Moon obstructed,

Ramore’s ecology was under increasing pressure and infiltration.

Even without going outside, Tuck could feel through the last vestiges of the [Protection] Nexus, the growing pressure from the outside world.

The Underground City Defense Line below held,

but the Lighthouse Walls above were completely overrun.

Many outposts’ Lighthouse Bases were drowned in darkness.

Except for the High Tower Area.

The other sectors were nearly all decimated.

Some fled to the High Tower,

others escaped underground.

And some with considerable strength planned to brave the wilderness at night, aiming to reach St. Land.

But news came,

many froze into statues while walking.

Some moments they were still talking and laughing, then suddenly they became ice sculptures.

Once out of the protection of Ramore Steam Tower,

The Ash Moon’s cold was especially bone-chilling!

For now, the High Tower Area, both above and the Underground Zone, along with the defensive line, are temporarily safe.

The other places are manned by the Dark Sun Church’s personnel, as well as those ferociously vicious Dark Sun Degenerates, comparable to rabid dogs.

And these days, without the disturbance of The Ash Moon,

some people began to form groups, thinking of leaving the Ramore Tower.

From that wizard’s mouth, Tuck learned.

The Dark Sun Church now wants these people to gradually leave Ramore.

What seems to be salvation is nothing but traps camouflaged by the enemy.

On the road to St. Land are numerous Dark Sun Church’s Hunting Knight squads, along with Dark Sun Degenerates, set to devour and revel in those walking—food!

The Dark Sun, like a giant beast, is slowly, coldly, and mercilessly devouring Ramore.