This Wizard is So Unscientific!

Chapter 97 - 97 97 Must Teach Him a Lesson_1

?Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Must Teach Him a Lesson!_1 Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Must Teach Him a Lesson!_1 With the rise of the Dark Sun.

The movement of the realm no longer flowed smoothly and naturally as before.

The world shook even more violently.

Within the Mountain Bear’s cave.

The Demon Sequence was already on the verge of collapse.

Feeling the Dark Sun that had already ascended,

Gudale could feel his own skin being pricked, natural life screaming in agony.

The natural ecosystem was being destroyed by the Dark Sun.

The land bathed in the residual light of the Dark Sun was all about faith.

Benefiting from a supernatural environment, he would suffer more severely when that environment was damaged.

Gudale’s eyebrows were nearly knitted together, the Dark Sun had come too unexpectedly.

He took a deep breath and said,

“There is no value left here.”

“The Dark Sun is about to take over this place.”

“Even the layers of this realm are about to shatter.”

“We must leave here as soon as possible.”

The team that had long been prepared,

Led by Honey, lit the light of the lanterns, pushing back the [Dark] and the [Mist].

In this world about to shatter, they began to seek the path to return.

With the rise of the Dark Sun.

This time, the strengths of the various members of the entering team started their journey home almost simultaneously.

…

In a territory ravaged by banshees, the banshee leader would be killed in a short while.

But the rise of the Dark Sun forced the team to abandon their attack on the banshee leader and immediately begin their retreat.

Ramore Tower itself was already enduring the assault of the Dark Sun.

As specialists dispatched to explore the depths of tombs, they were elites, geniuses.

Naturally, they were prepared for the Dark Sun.

But, even so, they could not linger any longer.

After all, the contamination of the Dark Sun was truly lethal.

During this time, the steadfast defense of Ramore Tower had already paid too much of such a price.

…

The oscillation of the world slowly came to a close.

Glancing into the depths of the darkness,

Blanc could only vaguely see hints of outlines.

His eyes had already started to sting slightly.

He quickly turned his head away, but a speck of the Dark Sun’s spot within the outline of his vision lingered for a long time.

The light of the Dark Sun!

It would directly engrave the Dark Sun in the very center of one’s visual outline.

It truly was a nightmarish presence that felt as if looking at it for an extra moment would cause an explosion.

However, Blanc saw Tuck still scrutinizing the direction that had just caused his stinging sensation.

“Aren’t you afraid of the Dark Sun’s contamination?” Blanc asked curiously.

“Afraid!” Tuck’s response was crisp and decisive.

“If you’re afraid, then why dare you look?”

Tuck smiled.

“Fear also comes in degrees,”

“Staring for a long time, almost blaspheming the Dark Sun with such action, is definitely not okay. But it’s still no problem to glance a little more than usual.”

“Your Wizard ecosystem is really too strong, you’re not a Steam Wizard, are you!” Blanc said with a touch of envy.

“Let’s go!”

Tuck headed towards the last station.

Blanc looked at Tuck, took a deep breath, and resolutely followed.

“I thought you didn’t dare come!” Tuck glanced at Blanc who had caught up.

“I wanted to go back, but I couldn’t find the way!”

“Rather than running around like a blind cat hitting a dead mouse, I might as well follow you,” Blanc said lazily with his arms crossed, following behind Tuck.

“Since that’s the case.”

Fingers of the left hand under the Wizard’s Robe rubbed together,

Accompanied by a faint flash of lightning,

The Spear of Shaping Light – Ball was dropped into the horse lamp.

With the rich sacred light, imbued with a slight thunderous punitive aura, blossoming brilliantly,

“Eh? Aren’t you a Shadow Wizard? How can you perform Light witchcraft, and such rich Light witchcraft at that?”

“You couldn’t really be a Dual sequence genius!”

Tuck ignored Blanc’s probing interjections,

And stood firmly in a position that looked quite ordinary.

“Come here!”

As Blanc approached, Tuck handed him the horse lamp of Light.

“In a moment, we will meet the Saint Heir of the Dark Sun Church, and at the same time, the altar has also ascended the Dark Sun.”

Dark Sun Church, Saint Heir?

The close encounter with the altar of the Dark Sun was about to ascend.

And the word “soon,” which clearly referred to a point in time very close to the present.

Tuck’s words carried so much information.

They blew Blanc’s mind, leaving it buzzing.

Such stimulus was coming too fast!

He was having trouble accepting it.

“Saint Heir of the Dark Sun Church? Tuck, you can’t be serious!”

“With our strength alone, are we going to pass through—go on a suicide mission?”

“Wait, can’t we talk this over carefully first, at least let me understand the situation there…”

Blanc’s face turned somewhat pale.

He even began to suspect that Tuck was planning to take him along for a joint demise.

“The Dark Sun won’t wait for us, it will only grow stronger!”

As Tuck spoke, he began to gather the divine powers of the Phase Walker.

Walking a short distance required no power accumulation.

But for crossing domains, and over longer distances.

Even a Level 19 Phase Walker with only 18 Fragments, plus carrying a person, still needed some time to accumulate power.

“Once we get there later, I’ll initiate the Ritual witchcraft, which will take some time.”

“During that time, you must protect me.”

“Otherwise… you’re finished!”

“What? You sure it’s me? Not us?” Blanc’s temples throbbed as he loudly questioned.

“You heard me right, it’s you, I can escape!”

Tuck’s response made Blanc curse on the spot.

“Tuck, you damn demon…”

Amidst Blanc’s cursing.

His vision suddenly shot up at high speed, and his body began to lose gravity.

The domain he was in receded rapidly.

The world around him took on an extremely abstract form of lines.

At the same time, bizarre whispers, eerie laughter, and inexplicable deep surging roars filled the air.

A plethora of strange and inconceivable things crowded his vision, filled his ears, and caused his thoughts to slow and stiffen.

“Transcendent domain! This is the mystical transcendent domain.”

“Damn… This is transit through the domains.”

“How can he carry out transit through the domains? That’s impossible…”

Then, Blanc fell at an extremely fast speed, on a trajectory toward a brand new domain.

Before he could react, he had already landed with a thud.

Ending his maiden voyage through the transcendent domains—an adventure as thrilling as it was rapid.

At the same time.

A new space, a new world, struck his heart heavily, causing it to beat wildly and intensely.

The soul-shaking Power of the Dark Sun was right at his fingertips.

On the altar of the Dark Sun.

There was also the vague outline of an extremely twisted and peculiar life form.

To look any longer might cause his soul to fall into it.

All of it pointed to one problem.

That was, he was dead for sure, completely doomed today.

At that moment, Blanc actually calmed down.

“Breathe…”

With a deep breath, Blanc closed his eyes.

And the world also grew silent.

The sword in his hand seemed to come to life with his breath.

And it too began to “breathe.”

The Transcendent Swordsman, the Rune Swordsmanship Arcane Meaning “Sword Breath.”

On the verge of the line of Death, Blanc had broken through that last Barrier.

The sword is the eyes, the sword is also life.

Life that blooms with the breath.

Under the mystical state of Sword Breath.

Blanc used the sword to “see” everything around him.

He saw the Dark Sun, he saw the sitting, still living “corpses” on the altar.

At the same time, he saw Tuck quickly take out a custom-modeled small wooden altar.

Even Tuck spared him a glance in the midst of it all.

Although it was just a simple look, Blanc felt it.

Tuck’s gaze actually matched up with the trajectory of Sword Breath.

This scene nearly caused Blanc to fall out of the Sword Breath state.

“Damn, can he always be in that state of harmony with the ‘Sword Breath’ trajectory?”

“What a monster!”

Tuck took out the Barrier Ceremony Small Wooden Table at the fastest speed, with the materials already fixed in place.

As he lit the candles.

Tuck, with the most devout posture, rapidly recited the prayers of the Ritual, praying for the great [Barrier] to descend.

No matter whether it’s the Dark Sun Church’s attempt to explore and steal the second layer’s core treasure of the Demon King’s Tomb.

Or the Dark Sun Church’s contamination and transformation of the Demon King’s Tomb that prevented Tuck from stably anchoring and grinding XM in this place.

Or the grudge between Tuck and the Dark Sun Church.

Tuck had plenty of reasons to teach this Saint Heir of the Dark Sun Church, who was blocking his own development, a good lesson.