This wizard is unscientific

The headless corpse on the altar of the dark sun lifted the head on the side.

It doesn’t matter whether this body is “original” or not.

Placed directly on the broken neck, a large amount of viscous liquid filament tentacles quickly sewed the body and head together.

Even the connection position between the head and the body is not correct.

But this weird stitch monster still "alive".

The weird suture monster turned its head, and looked at it coldly with a pair of eyes that were filled with emptiness, death, and even blood.

What I saw was a swordsman, a wizard.

The swordsman holds his sword and stands in front.

The wizard, on the other hand, was chanting a low incantation, praying for something to come.

"Wendell Francis", the Holy Son of the Church of the Dark Sun, can feel that there is a faint mysterious power echoing.

Wendell Francis set his sights on the extraordinary wizard who they had had brief contact with before.

This time we enter the ancient tomb of the Demon King.

Huge help for Wendell Francis.

After all, he has only been around for a short time, and he urgently needs a large number of powerful extraordinary characteristics to build his own extraordinary ecology and support his powerful life state.

The extraordinary characteristics of the Demon King in the Demon King's Tomb are very consistent with the [Dark Sun Sequence].

It is one of the important sources of materials for him to stabilize his extraordinary ecology.

so!

When it was known that this remote corner contained the unsealed Demon King's tomb, the plan was unfolded.

In the Church of the Dark Sun, the top fanatic team entered in a sacrificial manner.

Build an altar and sacrifice your life.

Chant prayer mantras and pray for the coming of the Son.

Finally, Wendell Francis arrived as promised.

Although I don’t believe it, in a small place like Larmore, there can be extraordinary people who can destroy the ceremony and altar of the coming of the Holy Son.

However, in order to firmly take root here, I even regard this place as a long-term arrival point.

Wendell Francis still observed and peered into many realms.

At the same time, he will also enter several entrances here, all of which are heavily decorated.

If those Larmores, the Saint Rand Transcendents want to come in and destroy.

Wendell was able to teach them a lesson they would never forget.

His arrangement was perfect.

However, the accident happened after all.

The extraordinary wizard who seemed to have good strength and had brief contact with him.

He arrived so unexpectedly with a swordsman.

Not only did he cross a lot of arrangements.

It even landed very close to him.

"Tucker!"

Wendell Francis's voice echoed in this small world like a wave.

Blanc's ears felt slightly warm, and soon there were bursts of tinnitus.

The only thing he can rely on now is the breathing sword in his hand.

Tucker, however, stood firm in the face of the attack containing the "Mantra of the Dark Sun".

The power of the barrier summoned by the ritual has been communicated.

The great barrier is coming!

Just like how magic can be defeated with magic.

Only by using ritual can you fight against ritual.

Darkness was like a wave, sweeping in from all directions.

In the darkness, densely packed, a large number of "little bell demons" roared in, and their target was Tucker.

As long as Tucker's ritual is interrupted, the mysterious power can be prevented from coming.

"Breath of the sword, water mark!"

Blanck swung his sword, and the sword's light was like water marks, gentle and natural, and it also contained the meticulous destructive power of the sword.

Hee hee hee…

Large swathes of little bell demons were chopped to pieces.

But more little bell demons rushed over to kill them.

The sword in Blanc's hand turned into endless thin lines of water marks, intertwined into a huge net, blocking the little bell demons from outside.

But there are too many little bell demons, and they are getting denser and denser.

Borank, who had just mastered the "Breath of the Sword" state, was under increasing pressure as they fought, and loopholes began to appear in his defense.

A wisp of the little bell demon's blood fell on Blanc's cheek.

Tsk tsk...

His cheeks were quickly corroded.

Immediately afterwards, blood continued to seep in.

It fell on Blanc and made a hissing sound.

But even so, Blanc still fought to the death.

He did not hesitate to get hurt himself, but he also wanted to convert more of the sword's power into the protection of Tucker.

"My sword power needs to be stronger, faster, and even more precise and skillful to control."

"I'll be able to hold on longer."

"hateful!"

The corrosive power caused tearing pain all over Blanc's body.

Blanc felt that he could not hold on for too long, and there might be a defensive flaw in the next breath.

Right now.

"Buzz..."

Accompanied by a slight tremor.

The attacking little bell demons became confused and flew around quickly.

Then the silver light shone on the body, and even the corrosive pain was reduced a lot.

The silver-gray barrier, like crystal, quickly condensed in front of him.

No, it condenses from all four sides, just like the four walls of a room. Even, this silver crystal will automatically cap, completing the construction of a small square crystal palace.

Blanck looked at the strange scene in front of him and couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Be careful, don't step on my barrier ritual altar."

"Otherwise...you will really die here."

Tucker's voice suddenly came from behind.

Blanc quickly turned back.

I found that on the small altar, in the ritual whirlpool of rising flames, I could vaguely see the silver-gray light penetrating into the world.

And that strange silver-gray barrier came from this little ceremony.

"This is?"

Blanco asked slightly confused.

"This is... a great barrier." Tucker said in a deep voice.

"Barrier?" Blanc's heart trembled slightly.

"Are you still a believer in the Bulwark?"

"Yes!" Tucker nodded.

Blanck's eyes wandered over Tucker and he shook his head.

"You can't tell at all."

"Okay." Tucker took a deep breath.

"Your mission has been completed. Just leave the rest to me."

When Tucker said this, Blanc felt the pain coming like a wave.

He almost lost his balance.

He glanced at the dim sun and the altar not far away.

Blanche was surprised to find out.

In this area of ​​​​a small silver crystal house built by Tucker.

The dim sun didn't seem to do much harm to me.

You know, just now, he didn't even dare to open his eyes.

Blanc sat down in the corner, drank a bottle of recovery potion, and then took out a healing scroll and started recovery.

Examining the many little bell demons flying around the barrier outside.

Tucker pressed against the silver-gray crystal barrier with one hand.

Flames soared crazily from outside the silver-gray barrier.

The powerful barrier built by Tucker can be used as his own spell-casting medium.

Ecological compatibility, spiritual perception, and precise control.

The three of them make Tucker's control over the barrier even more comfortable now.

The little bell demon who had caused Blanco so much trouble just now was running away in fear.

But Tucker's strange Nightmare flames swept through too quickly, and a large number of little bell demons who did not escape were burned to death on the spot.

Those who were not burned to death no longer dare to come back.

This scene made Blank's eyes twitch slightly after struggling for a long time.

"Sure enough, only magic can defeat magic."

Large swaths of burning little bell demon corpses fell.

However, the rising Nightmare flames were still unable to cross the invisible barrier and touch the Dark Sun Altar.

Falling in flames.

The corpse stitching monster on the altar is the carrier of "Wendell Francis", the Son of the Dark Sun.

His eyes were focused on the silver-gray barrier.

"Silver Holy Wall!"

Wendell Francis slowly narrowed his eyes.

"You are a smart man, but I didn't expect that you would make such a stupid decision."

"The power of the barrier will erode your will and soul, and you will eventually become the puppet of the barrier, kneeling and sleeping forever in front of the barrier."

Tucker responded lightly at this time.

"Whether it's stupid or not, you'll know later."

"But I like your last sentence very much!"

"I hope I can give it to you!"

Wendell Francis vaguely felt something was wrong.

But he turned aside the rising sun above his head, and the slightly weird feeling was gradually suppressed.

As long as the dark sun rises, this place belongs to him.

He was waiting, waiting for the dark sun to rise.

And those stupid wizards and swordsmen dare to wait here.

What are you waiting for? Waiting to die?

Take a step back.

As this collapses.

He is the projection power. At worst, he retreats, there is no loss.

And those two guys on the opposite side will be physically destroyed if they dare to station here.

Wendell Francis has enough confidence and advantages to continue fighting against the opponent here.