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Chapter 99: Confronting the [Holy Son]!

The headless corpse on the Dark Sun Altar lifted up the head beside it.

Regardless of whether it is the "original" body or not.

It was placed directly on the severed neck, and a large number of viscous liquid tendrils quickly stitched the body and head back together.

Even the alignment of the head and torso is not quite correct.

But this bizarre Frankenstein's monster still "came back to life".

The bizarre stitched-together creature turned its head, its eyes, filled with emptiness, death, and even blood still seeping through, coldly scrutinizing the creature.

What I saw was a swordsman and a wizard.

A swordsman stood in front, sword in hand, blocking the way.

The wizard, meanwhile, was chanting a low incantation, praying for something to come.

Wendell Francis, the Holy Son of the Church of the Dark Sun, could sense a faint, majestic, and mysterious power resonating within him.

Wendell Francis set his sights on the extraordinary wizard with whom he had a brief encounter before.

This time, we entered the ancient tomb of the Demon King.

This was of great help to Wendell Francis.

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

The extraordinary characteristics of the Demon King within the Demon King's Tomb are quite compatible with the [Dark Sun Sequence].

It is one of the important material sources for him to consolidate his extraordinary ecosystem.

and so!

When they learned that this remote corner contained the unsealed tomb of the Demon King, the plan began.

Within the Church of the Dark Sun, elite fanatic squads entered in a form of martyrdom.

They built altars and offered their lives as sacrifices.

Recite prayers and incantations, praying for the coming of the Holy Son.

Finally, Wendell Francis arrived as promised.

Although it's hard to believe that a small place like Lamor could have a superhuman capable of disrupting the ritual and altar for the Advent of the Holy Son.

However, in order to firmly establish themselves here, and even regard this place as a long-term destination, they are willing to do so.

Wendell Francis still observed and peered into many layers of the universe.

At the same time, he also made extensive preparations for all the entrances leading here.

If those Ramorians, the Saint Rand superhumans, want to come in and cause trouble.

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

His arrangement was perfect.

But the unexpected still happened.

That extraordinary wizard who seemed quite powerful, and with whom he had a brief encounter.

They arrived so abruptly, accompanied by a swordsman.

Not only did it bypass his extensive arrangements.

It landed extremely close to him.

"Tucker!"

Wendell Francis's voice reverberated like waves in this small world.

Berlank felt a slight warmth in his ears, followed by a series of tinnitus.

Now, all he can rely on is the breathing sword in his hand.

Tucker remained unmoved in the face of this attack imbued with the "Dark Sun Mantra".

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

The great barrier is about to descend!

Just like how magic can be used to defeat magic.

Only through ritual can we counteract ritual.

Darkness surged like a tide, sweeping in from all directions.

In the darkness, countless "little bell demons" roared in, their target Tucker.

By interrupting Tucker's ritual, the arrival of that mysterious power can be prevented.

"Sword Breathing, Watermark!"

Berlank swung his sword, the light as gentle and natural as water droplets, yet containing a subtle and destructive force.

chi chi chi...

Large numbers of the little bell demons were chopped to pieces.

But more little bell demons rushed in, eager to attack.

The sword in Berlank's hand transformed into countless fine water droplets, weaving together a giant net to keep the little bell demons out.

But there are too many little bell demons, and they are becoming increasingly dense.

Having only recently mastered the "Sword Breathing" state, Berlank found himself under increasing pressure as the battle raged on, and his defenses began to show weaknesses.

A drop of the demon's blood fell onto Berlank's cheek.

chi chi...

His cheeks were rapidly corroded.

Immediately afterwards, fresh blood began to seep in.

It hissed as it landed on Berlank.

Even so, Berlank fought to the death.

He was willing to risk injury to prioritize using the sword's power to protect Tucker.

"I want my sword power to be greater, faster, and even more precise and skillful."

"Then I'll be able to last longer."

"hateful!"

The corrosive force caused Berlank excruciating, tearing pain throughout his body.

Berlank felt he couldn't hold on much longer; a defensive lapse might occur in the next breath.

Just now.

"Buzz..."

It was accompanied by a slight tremor.

The attacking bell demons were thrown into disarray and quickly took to the air in all directions.

Then, a silvery light shone on his body, and even the pain of being corroded was greatly reduced.

A silver-gray barrier, like crystal, rapidly condensed in front of him.

No, it condenses from all four sides, just like the four walls of a room. In fact, the silver crystal automatically seals the top, completing a small square crystal palace.

Berlank looked at the strange scene before him and couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Be careful not to step on my Barrier Ritual Altar."

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

Tucker's voice suddenly came from behind.

Berlank quickly turned around.

On the small altar, amidst the swirling flames of the ritual, a faint silver-gray light could be seen seeping into this world.

And that peculiar silver-gray barrier was created from this small ritual.

"This is?"

Berlank asked with a hint of doubt.

"This is... a great bulwark," Tucker said in a deep voice.

"A barrier?" Berlank's heart skipped a beat.

"Are you still a believer in the walls?"

"Yes!" Tucker nodded.

Berlank's gaze swept over Tucker for a moment before he shook his head.

"You can't tell at all."

"Alright." Tucker took a deep breath.

"Your task is complete. Leave the rest to me."

Upon hearing Tucker's words, Berlank finally felt the pain surge like a tidal wave.

He almost lost his balance.

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

Berlank was then surprised to discover this.

Within the area of ​​this tiny silver crystal house that Tucker built.

The dark sun seemed to have done little harm to him anymore.

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

Berlank sat down in the corner, first downing a bottle of recovery potion, then taking out a healing scroll and beginning his recovery.

He scrutinized the numerous small bell demons that were circling and flying around the barrier outside.

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

Flames rose wildly from outside the silver-gray barrier.

The powerful barrier that Tucker built can be used as his spellcasting medium.

Ecological harmony, intuitive perception, and precise control.

These three factors have made Tucker increasingly adept at controlling the Barrier.

The little bell demon that had just given Berlank a hard time was now running away in fear.

But Tucker's eerie Nightmare Flames swept through too quickly, and many of the little bell demons that hadn't escaped were burned to death on the spot.

Those who weren't burned to death dared not come any closer.

This scene caused Berlank, who had been struggling to stay awake for half a day, to twitch slightly at the corner of his eye.

"Indeed, only magic can defeat magic."

Large numbers of burning, bell-shaped demon corpses fell.

However, the rising Nightmare Flames could never cross that invisible barrier and reach the Dark Sun Altar.

In the falling flames.

The corpse stitched together on the altar, the vessel for the Dark Sun Child "Wendel Francis".

His gaze fell upon the silver-gray barrier.

"Silver Radiance Holy Wall!"

Wendell Francis slowly averted his gaze.

"You're a smart person; I never expected you to make such a foolish decision."

"The power of the barrier will erode your will and soul, ultimately turning you into its puppet, kneeling eternally before it."

Tucker responded calmly.

"You'll find out soon enough whether it's foolish or not."

"But I really like what you said at the end!"

"I hope I can give this to you!"

Wendell Francis had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

But as he glanced at the dark sun gradually rising overhead, that slightly strange feeling was gradually suppressed.

As long as the dark sun rises, this place will be his.

He waited, waiting for the rising of the dark sun.

And those foolish wizards and swordsmen dare to linger and wait here.

What are we waiting for? To die?

To put it another way...

As this place collapsed.

He is a projection of power; at worst, we can retreat without any loss.

Those two guys on the other side, if they dare to stay here, they'll definitely be physically destroyed.

Wendell Francis has enough confidence and advantage to continue fighting against his opponent here.

(End of this chapter)