This wizard is just unscientific

Chapter 270 Capturing the [Dark Sun Saint Son]

The battle between the eighth-tier Grandmasters has come to an end.

Meanwhile, Tucker sat quietly inside the forbidden curtain stage.

The various techniques used by the two powerful figures in their battle flashed through my mind.

Various powerful attack methods certainly possess astonishing destructive power.

But what impressed Tucker more were the various amazing methods used by the two powerful individuals.

For example, Archbishop Reagan Joe was able to constantly draw upon and borrow the power of the St. Rand world.

Mobilizing the power of the Saint Land world, they continuously resisted Lucien's various attacks.

This includes regular attacks from vampires, vampire magic, vampire sequence abilities, and even attacks from that dangerous, forbidden object.

The Grand Archbishop of the Vampire Clan is equally formidable.

Its powerful vampire secret witchcraft caused the Netherworld Blood Sea to surge and flow continuously from the Netherworld.

It can both heal his injuries and attack and inflict damage on Archbishop Reganjo.

In addition, the surging, turbulent sea of ​​ghostly blood formed a massive vortex of death.

Many of the ecological projections that tried to observe were swallowed up and crushed to pieces.

The fight between the two shattered the underground area it affected.

They fought their way from the Reality Realm to the Spirit Realm, and then from the Spirit Realm to the Shadow Realm.

The already fragile multi-dimensional domain was constantly torn apart and broken by the two.

Throughout the depths of Saint Land, terrifying fluctuations of various source energies continued to permeate.

period.

The vampire archbishop "Lucy En" even attempted to survive by entering the "deep space".

However, Tucker forcibly pulled Lucie En back from his suicide attempt.

The retrieval of Tucker's forbidden rule fragments left Bishop Lucien seemingly bewildered, standing frozen in place.

This scene, witnessed by Archbishop Reagan Joe, made him instantly understand why the vampire archbishop hadn't run away.

because!

He has no way to escape.

During their subsequent battle, Tucker observed while secretly making several attacks.

This made things even worse for Lucie En, who was already at a disadvantage.

The battle lasted for nearly two hours.

Archbishop Lucie En of the vampire clan was brutally murdered by Archbishop Regan Joe of the Church of the Three-Eyed God.

Originally, the two were evenly matched in strength.

They could fight for three days and three nights without any problem.

But Lucie En lost the protection of the Dark Sun ecosystem.

Archbishop Reagan Joe was backed by St. Rand.

This created a significant gap in strength between the two.

With the addition of the seven "forbidden rule fragments" in Tucker's possession, the fate of this vampire archbishop was sealed!

Even so, the vampire archbishop Lucie En resisted for two hours.

The vampires' fighting prowess, resilience, and incredible regenerative abilities made Tucker extremely envious.

With the battle between Archbishop Regan Joel and Archbishop Lucie En of the vampires over.

The all-out battle in the underworld is gradually coming to an end.

The defeat of the superhumans in the three great sanctuaries of the Church of the Dark Sun was faster than expected.

They offered absolutely no resistance to the attack of the Saint Land warriors.

Meanwhile, deep underground, sporadic battles were still taking place in some areas, but they were all small-scale, low-level battles that were insignificant.

Overall, this ecological war in Saint Rand has entered its final stage.

……

The battle outside has come to an end.

But the battle here at Tucker has only just begun.

The grand spectacle on the forbidden stage is about to begin.

Tucker, seated cross-legged within the forbidden veil of the stage, glanced at the magical parchment before him.

There are 18 in total.

The original target was 23 geniuses.

As a result, five of the Dark Sun Geniuses were rather unlucky. They were surrounded during their escape and ultimately failed to escape, dying tragically deep underground.

In particular, there was a level 34 genius from the Dark Sun Church, who was said to have come from the Sun Rock Empire in the south.

After anchoring, Tucker discovered that this 34-year-old Dark Sun genius possessed extraordinary talent approaching S-level.

With top-tier resources to nurture them, they might even awaken an S-level extraordinary talent in the future.

As a result, this near-S-rank level 34 genius was instantly frozen into an ice block by a sixth-rank bishop's "Extreme Freeze," without even a chance to resist, and died on the spot.

Even Tucker himself doesn't dare say how long he could withstand a bishop-level powerhouse, let alone this genius from the Sun Rock Empire who's only level 33.

All I can say is that this guy's death was rather unfortunate.

At this moment, within the magical parchment scroll in front of Tucker, were the 18 geniuses who were still alive and had escaped.

Wendell Francis, the Dark Sun Saint, was also among them.

At this point, Tucker had already anchored four forbidden rule fragments to it.

It must be said that even the Dark Sun Saint, Wendell Francis, was unlucky.

He had clearly escaped Saint Rand, but he was still found by a group of ecological projections that were scouting outside.

Tucker's perfect alignment with the other's projection allowed "Wendel Francis" to catch him red-handed as he was about to escape.

…………

Saint Land Wasteland.

The three of them headed towards the Black River Valley.

We're already quite a distance from Saint Land, so the enemy shouldn't be able to catch up.

The three of them were no longer moving as urgently as before.

There were three people in this group.

It was none other than Wendell Francis, the Son of the Dark Sun.

And his two holy knights.

Imagine how grand the welcoming ceremony was when he first arrived in St. Rand.

Now, just look how pathetic we were when we fled St. Land.

The rainy season is coming soon!

The sky was covered with heavy, leaden clouds.

The cold wind howled, and the waist-high weeds in the wasteland swayed in the wind like the claws of a demon.

The mood of the advancing "Wendel Francis" was worse than the bizarre weather.

As they walked, Wendell's vision became slightly blurred.

He seemed to see something like a curtain floating around him.

The Holy Knight "Hazel" who was moving forward was saying something intermittently.

Wendell Francis, however, wouldn't listen to a word.

He kept glancing behind him.

I have a feeling that someone is watching me from the shadows.

That kind of prying felt like a judgment of fate.

"Waaaaah..."

A sudden gust of wind swept in.

"These waves are truly powerful, Your Highness!"

"This reminds me of the 'Miracle Desert' in the 'Demigod World' I visited before. The wind there was just... indescribable..."

As the Holy Knight Hazel recounted his story, he suddenly realized something was amiss.

He immediately turned around to look.

But then they discovered that the Dark Sun Saint, who had been following them, had disappeared without them noticing.

"Where has the Holy Son gone?"

The Holy Knight Hazel surveyed the wasteland but could not find a single trace.

"Hey, Craigie, His Highness the Holy Son has disappeared!"

The Holy Knight Hazel shouted at Craigie, who was leading the way.

Craigie, a tall and imposing man clad in heavy armor, turned around and looked at them. He didn't respond, but instead walked towards a crooked tree at the foot of a small hill.

"The Holy Knight Hazel pondered for a moment and said..."

"His Highness is very capable; he even escaped the pursuit of a sixth-tier expert."

"His sudden disappearance must mean he's off dealing with something important."

"Hmm... let's wait a bit! The Holy Son will be back soon!"

…………

"Clap clap clap..."

The crisp applause echoed in the vast space, sounding somewhat lonely.

This only made Wendell Francis's face turn even paler.

Some people just disappear as they walk along, and that's exactly what Wendell Francis was like.

They were walking along just fine, but then they ended up on this bizarre stage.

Wendell Francis slowly withdrew his gaze from the empty curtained stage.

Look towards the opposite side not far away.

A Tier 3 top-tier Flame Demon Lord.

A top-tier, fourth-order Shadow Spider Lord.

And, the blasphemer—Tucker!

Without a doubt, all of this was the work of the blasphemer Takgan.

Besides the blasphemous Tucker, there is also a blasphemous figure here.

The surrounding layout is also very sophisticated.

Wendell Francis had seen many of those sealing barrier stones containing powerful sealing barrier energy below.

He even did some research.

The research results were also very clear: "This is simply something he is not capable of researching."

He even had difficulty moving.

And at this moment!

Four sealing barrier stones, each taller than a person, have been set up here.

There are still many unused sealing barrier stones.

This turned the entire area into an immovable, confined space.

He couldn't resist the powerful curse that directly pulled him here.

In a desperate struggle.

This blasphemer, he actually prepared so many methods.

Wendell Francis couldn't help but recall the contents of the magical letter his junior knight, Meled, had given him.

"He really is a hopeless guy."

Wendell Francis took a deep breath and slowly focused his gaze on Tucker before speaking.

"Are you trying to capture me alive?"

Tucker thought for a moment before responding in a slow voice.

"If possible, capture them alive."

"If we can't capture him alive, he'll be fine dead."

"After all, news of the Dark Sun Ecological Collapse and the fall of the Grand Archbishop of the Vampire Clan will be published tomorrow."

"In this momentous event that will go down in history, the death of the Dark Sun Prince is merely a small embellishment to this great victory."

"It might not even take up much space, or it might just be a brief message in a news report."

You don't need to think so highly of yourself.

"In such a massive era, you... are insignificant."

Tucker spoke in a low voice.

"Even if you manage to return alive, given the current state of defeat, you won't be able to retain your status as a Holy Son."

"They might even be used as scapegoats."

"Enduring much humiliation and torment."

"I heard that when you came from the Eastern Continent before..."

"In front of everyone, the Dark Sun Angel, who was descended by the God of Dark Sun, stripped your soul and body apart, allowing the Dark Sun Angel to explore your body from all angles, and to enter and exit more than a dozen times."

"This time, it will probably be ten or a hundred times more brutal than the last time."

Tucker's words caused Wendell Francis's expression to change.

Tucker, however, didn't care at all what Wendell Francis thought.

Now, it's Tucker's time to enjoy the spoils, so naturally he doesn't care what the spoils think.

"On the contrary..."

Tucker looked at Wendell Francis and said with a smile.

"Even if you die by my hand, you will still die as the Holy Son. At least your name as the Holy Son of Wendell Francis will be immortal."

"You see... you're more useful dead than alive!"

"hehe……"

Wendell Francis chuckled in a hoarse voice.

"Since you don't care whether I live or die, why are you telling me all this?"

"You...don't you still want to capture me alive?"

Tucker laughed.

"You are a smart person."

"But... that's where the gap between us lies."

"When we're all stalling for time, all you can do is probe the surroundings as much as possible and make some simple arrangements."

"But... I have already completed the puppet anchoring of your lifeline."

"After all, this is my hunting ground, which I've put a lot of effort into setting up."

"Capturing a sixth-tier bishop might be a bit difficult."

"But dealing with a fourth-tier superhuman like you who has grafted an S-level superhuman talent is relatively easy."

Tucker's words caused Wendell Francis's face to freeze instantly.

Because Wendell Francis had already felt his body starting to slip out of his control.

This is the home ground of a powerful wizard.

Moreover, it was the home ground of the blasphemous Tucker.

Knowing that continuing to drag things out would only make him more and more passive, Wendell Francis immediately unleashed his Dark Sun Wings to the fullest extent.

These are the powerful wings he condensed by sacrificing himself and drawing upon the remains of the Dark Sun Angel.

He was able to escape from the pursuit of a sixth-tier bishop because of these Dark Sun Wings.

"Whoosh—"

Dark Sun's wings flapped violently behind him like a giant wave curtain, instantly blotting out the sky and the sun.

A vortex of wind runes surged and bloomed around Wendell Francis.

BOOM BOOM BOOM...

For a moment, there was a continuous sound of some kind of thread snapping.

"Puppet threads?"

Wendell Francis growled in a low voice.

"Cut it off."

As Wendell Francis tries to break free of Tucker's puppet strings.

"Bang bang bang..."

A crisp and fierce gunshot rang out quickly.

Six consecutive shots from the Fate Revolver hit Wendell Francis.

Normally, the Fate Revolver is capable of causing ordinary fourth-tier superhumans to tremble in their souls, reach a superhuman state, or even have their physical bodies torn apart.

It fell on Wendell Francis.

But it only caused ripples of dim sunlight to spread across its surface.

The damage from the Fate Revolver seems ineffective against this Dark Sun Saint.

Some kind of powerful "supernatural defense"?

This scene made Tucker raise an eyebrow slightly.

The most powerful aspect of the [Transcendent Sequence] is that it allows transcendent individuals to achieve their transcendent state even when it is in its initial stages.

They built their "supernatural defense" around the supernatural state.

"Supernatural Defense" is like wearing heavy armor for "Supernatural State".

The "transcendent state" containing the power of sequence is inherently much more resilient and durable than a mere physical body.

And it goes without saying that building "superhuman defenses" around "superhuman states" is a given.

Although Tucker has initially acquired a superhuman state, he is still relatively weak and cannot support a method like "superhuman defense" that requires extremely strong bearing capacity.

Wendell Francis, the Dark Sun Saint who is about to advance to the fifth rank, has a very strong extraordinary ability.

They have even developed a "supernatural defense" system with extremely strong defensive capabilities.

"interesting!"

Tucker smiled.

Tucker then took a deep breath and blew it out sharply.

"Splash..."

The blazing flames suddenly poured down on Wendell Francis.

chi chi chi...

The intense, burning power, like a sharp dagger, relentlessly penetrated Wendell Francis's Dark Sun Defense.

Wendell Francis, enveloped in flames, felt a sudden sinking feeling in his heart.

This extraordinary defense, [Dark Sun Armor], is a powerful technique he has recently mastered by guiding the power of the Dark Sun.

At this moment, amidst the opponent's seemingly insignificant fire attack methods.

It was riddled with flaws.

The scorching flames burned through his thin, condensed Dark Sun Armor, heading straight for his physical body, soul, transcendent state, and even his Dark Sun Ecosystem.

Moreover, it burns extremely quickly.

Knowing the immense power of the flames, Wendell Francis immediately retracted his Dark Sun Wings and then flapped them violently towards his body.

The powerful winds, imbued with the profound meaning of runes, swept rapidly over the flames that had entered their bodies.

After a powerful wave of runic energy subsided.

A large amount of flame was rapidly blown out of Wendell Francis's body.

Scattered around, illuminating a large area.

But Wendell Francis's complexion did not improve at all.

He did indeed blow out a lot of flames.

However, more flames penetrated deeper, like venomous snakes, frantically drilling into the depths.

As soon as the surface flames were blown away, the flames inside immediately dissipated.

In addition, the other party continuously injected strange magical oil into his body, soul, and even his sequence through the puppet threads.

With an expressionless face, Wendell Francis repeatedly unleashed his Dark Sun Wings.

As the runic waves carried away more and more flames, the flames within his body not only did not weaken, but instead became increasingly violent and intense due to the struggle between the fire runes and the wind runes.

The burning of his soul, body, and supernatural state grew increasingly fierce.

At this point, Wendell Francis was utterly desperate.

Even if we could blow out the flames that have seeped in, so what?

His resistance was nothing more than changing the slaughtering posture on the other party's chopping board.

After all, at this moment, he was still being controlled by the puppet's strings.

Even after breaking free of the puppet strings, he would still be trapped in this bizarre curtained area.

Even... that damned blasphemer Tucker.

After unleashing the flames, he did not attack again.

Just stand there quietly and watch!

He... seemed to be enjoying the struggle of the fish after it took the bait.

What's the point of catching a dead fish?

The more a fish struggles after being hooked, the more it arouses the angler's interest.

One's own desperate struggle only adds to the other's enjoyment of slaughtering them.

Scorched by the flames, Wendell Francis abruptly retracted his Dark Sun Wings, and stood there in the flames, coldly staring at Tucker.

"No...should I struggle a little longer?"

Tucker asked politely.

"If you're looking for desperate struggles, wailing, and clownish pleas for mercy from me, you're likely to be disappointed."

Wendell Francis, on the other hand, fell silent.

Tucker shrugged.

"Obviously, that's not what I meant."

"I'm somewhat disappointed that you haven't been able to break free from the puppet strings and the burning flames."

"I originally thought... you could be stronger."

"After all, I have also prepared sealing barriers, the Spirit Hand, world suppression, as well as my dual-core steam angel, the blossoming of the extraordinary, and many other means for you."

"Unfortunately, I've only just begun, and you've already fallen!"

Tucker's words caused Wendell Francis's pupils to tremble slightly, but he ultimately did not refute them.

The fish on the cutting board has no right to discuss how to cook it with the butcher who wields the knife.

"You're so durable and heat-resistant, I think we've got the main barbecue for the St. Land celebration feast in a few days."

"Would you like to have dinner together?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tucker pressed down with one hand.

The "sealing barrier" that flowed into it along the puppet's threads quickly bloomed, extinguishing the flames and simultaneously sealing Wendell Francis.

Tucker took out an earth-yellow sealing scroll, shook it, and placed the sealed Dark Sun Saint Wendell Francis inside, completing the seal.

"call……"

Tucker let out a soft breath and rubbed his palms together slightly.

When Wendell Francis, the Dark Sun Prince, was anchored by Tucker's "Fragment of Forbidden Rules".

His fate was already sealed.

Thanks to the top-tier resources that Bishop Dark Sun gifted to Tucker, otherwise Tucker would not have been able to capture so many geniuses of the Dark Sun Church in one fell swoop.

Look at these floating magical parchment portraits of the geniuses of the Church of the Dark Sun.

"You're next!"

Tucker randomly selected a lucky audience member.

(End of this chapter)