This Wizard is So Unscientific!

Chapter 98 - 98 98 Confrontation with the Saint Heir_1

?Chapter 98: Chapter 98: Confrontation with the Saint Heir!_1 Chapter 98: Chapter 98: Confrontation with the Saint Heir!_1 The headless corpse on the Dark Sun Altar lifted a head from beside it.

It didn’t care whether it was the body’s “original” head or not.

It placed the head directly onto the severed neck, where thick viscous liquid and tentacle-like filaments quickly stitched the body and head together.

Even the connection between the head and body wasn’t quite right.

But this bizarre stitched creature still “lived” again.

The aberrant stitched monster turned its head, its eyes were hollow, deathly, and blood was still seeping through, coldly scrutinizing everything.

What it saw was a swordsman, a wizard.

The swordsman wielded a sword, guarding the front.

The wizard, on the other hand, was intoning a deep incantation, praying for something to descend.

Wendell Francis of the Dark Sun Church could feel a majestic mysterious power resonating faintly.

Wendell Francis turned his gaze toward the Transcendent Wizard they had briefly encountered before.

Entering the ancient Demon King Tomb.

For Wendell Francis, it was of great help.

After all, he hadn’t been here long and urgently needed a multitude of formidable Transcendent Characteristics to construct his own Transcendent ecology, to support his powerful state of life.

The Transcendent Characteristics of the Demon King within the Tomb were quite compatible with the Dark Sun Sequence.

They were one of the crucial sources to solidify his own Transcendent ecology.

So!

When he learned of the existence of a secluded corner with a Demon King Tomb to unseal, the layout began to unfold.

Within the Dark Sun Church, the top fanatical squad entered in the mode of a sacrificial burial.

To build an altar, to sacrifice life.

To chant prayer incantations, to beg for the Saint Heir’s descent.

Ultimately, Wendell Francis descended as promised.

Although he didn’t quite believe that a small place like Ramore had Transcendents capable of destroying the Saint Heir’s descent ritual and altar.

But, to firmly root himself here, and even consider this place a long-term descent point,

Wendell Francis still observed and spied upon many different realms.

At the same time, he set traps at all the entrances to this place.

If those Transcendents from Ramore, from St. Land, wanted to come in and cause destruction,

Wendell would give them an unforgettable lesson.

His arrangements were perfect.

Yet, the unexpected still happened.

The Transcendent Wizard, who seemed pretty strong and had briefly encountered him,

brought a swordsman and just appeared so abruptly.

Not only did they bypass his extensive arrangements,

but they also descended very close to him.

“Tuck!”

The voice of Wendell Francis echoed like a tide in this small world.

Blanc’s ears heated slightly, followed by bouts of ringing.

Now, what he could rely on was only the sword in his hand, pulsating with life.

As for Tuck, facing the assault containing the “Dark Sun True Words,” he stood unflinchingly.

The power of the Barrier summoned by the ritual was fully communicated.

The great Barrier was about to descend!

Just as only magic can defeat magic,

only a ritual can counteract a ritual.

Darkness swept over like a tide from all directions.

In the darkness, swarms of “Little Bell Demons” swooped in with their target being Tuck.

As long as they interrupted Tuck’s ritual, they could prevent that mysterious power from arriving.

“Sword Breath, Water Mark!”

Blanc swung his sword, and the sword light, like the trace of water, was soft and natural, while also containing a delicately destructive edge.

Sss sss sss…

Many of the Little Bell Demons were slashed into pieces.

But even more of the Little Bell Demons hurried over in a frantic rush.

The sword in Blanc’s hand transformed into innumerable Water Mark filaments, interweaving into a vast net that kept the Little Bell Demons at bay.

But there were just too many Little Bell Demons, and their numbers were becoming denser and denser.

Having mastered the “Sword Breath” state not long ago, Blanc, as the battle waged on, found the pressure mounting, and his defenses began to show holes.

A strand of blood from a Little Bell Demon fell on Blanc’s cheek.

Sss sss…

His cheek was rapidly corroded.

Then, blood continued to seep through.

Hisssing as it landed on Blanc’s body.

Yet even so, Blanc continued to fight to the death.

He would endure injuries himself just to prioritize transforming more of his sword’s power into protection for Tuck.

“If my sword could be mightier, faster, and even more precisely controlled,”

“I could last much longer.”

“Dammit!”

The corrosive power caused Blanc’s entire body to ache with ripping pain.

Blanc felt he couldn’t hold on much longer, maybe even next breath, there might be a lapse in his defense.

Just at that moment.

“Buzz…”

With a slight tremble.

The attacking Little Bell Demons fell into chaos, frantically taking flight in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, a silver radiance illuminated their bodies, and even the pain from the corrosion was greatly reduced.

Silver-gray barriers, crystal-like, rapidly coalesced in front of them.

No, they formed from all four sides, like the walls of a room, and even this silver crystal automatically sealed at the top, constructing a small cubic crystal palace.

Blanc took a couple of steps back in astonishment at the scene unfolding before him.

“Be careful not to step on my Barrier Ritual Altar.”

“Otherwise… you really will die here.”

Tuck’s voice suddenly came from behind.

Blanc quickly turned around.

He noticed that amidst the rising flames of the ritual whirlwind upon the small altar, a faint silvery light was infiltrating this world.

And that peculiar silver-gray barrier had descended from this tiny ritual.

“What is this?”

Blanc asked with some confusion.

“This is… the mighty Barrier,” Tuck said in a deep voice.

“Barrier?” Blanc’s heart trembled slightly.

“You are still a follower of the Barrier?”

“Yes!” Tuck nodded in affirmation.

Blanc’s gaze swept across Tuck and he shook his head.

“You certainly don’t look it.”

“Enough,” Tuck took a deep breath.

“Your task is complete, leave the rest to me.”

Only after Tuck spoke did Blanc feel the pain wash over him like a wave.

He nearly lost his footing.

Casting a glance at the Dark Sun and the altar not far away.

Blanc was surprised to discover.

Within the area of this small silver crystal house built by Tuck.

The Dark Sun seemed to cause him much less harm.

To think that, just moments ago, he dared not even open his eyes.

Blanc sat down in a corner, first chugging down a Potion of Recovery, then he took out a Healing Scroll to begin healing.

Watching the numerous Little Bell Demons flying around the barrier.

Tuck pressed a single hand against the silver-gray crystal barrier.

Fire raged madly from the outside of the silver-gray barrier.

This powerful barrier constructed by Tuck could completely serve as his casting medium.

Ecological harmony, Spiritual Perception, Precision control.

These three aspects made Tuck’s control over the Barrier even more adept.

The same Little Bell Demons that had caused Blanc such trouble were now fleeing in terror.

But Tuck’s bizarre Nightmare Flames swept through too quickly, instantly burning to death a large number of the Little Bell Demons that failed to escape.

Those not burned to death no longer dared to approach.

This sight caused Blanc, who had struggled for so long, to twitch slightly at the corners of his eyes.

“Indeed, only Magic can defeat Magic.”

Many burning corpses of Little Bell Demons fell from the sky.

Yet, the rising Nightmare Flames were never able to cross that invisible barrier to reach the Dark Sun Altar.

Amidst the falling fire,

the body of Stitched-Together Abomination, the vessel for the Dark Sun Saint Heir “Wendell Francis,” was on the altar.

His gaze settled upon the silver-gray barrier.

“Silver Holy Barrier!”

Wendell Francis slowly retracted his gaze.

“You are a wise man, yet I hadn’t expected you to make such a foolish decision.”

“The power of the Barrier will erode your will and soul, ultimately turning you into a puppet of the Barrier, kneeling in eternal slumber before it.”

Tuck, however, calmly responded at this moment.

“Whether it’s foolish or not, you’ll find out soon enough.”

“But this phrase you’ve just said, I quite like it!”

“I hope to offer it back to you!”

Wendell Francis vaguely felt that something was amiss,

but as he glanced past the slowly rising Dark Sun atop his head, that slightly strange feeling was gradually suppressed.

As long as the Dark Sun rose, this place would be his.

He waited, waiting for the ascent of the Dark Sun.

And that foolish Wizard and Swordsman, daring to stand guard here.

Waiting for what? Waiting for death?

Even if we step back,

with this place collapsing,

as one projecting power, he could simply retreat without much loss.

Whereas the two fools on the other side, daring to guard here, would surely face physical destruction.

Wendell Francis had enough confidence and advantage to confront the opposition here.