This Wizard is So Unscientific!
Chapter 322 - 268: Pulling in an Eighth Rank Expert!_1

Chapter 322: Chapter 268: Pulling in an Eighth Rank Expert!_1

"Boom..."

As the violent roaring sound echoed in the skies above St. Land.

"Damn, the Dark Sun Ecology is dead."

A Transcendent, who had condensed an Ecological Projection, exclaimed in shock.

"Dead? I felt something abnormal about the Dark Sun Ecology just now, is it really dead?"

"It’s really dead, my Magic Network’s detection information shows there is no Dark Sun Ecology left in St. Land." Someone responded quickly.

"It’s true!" The exclamation sounded again, reinforcing the confirmation.

"No way, the Dark Sun Ecology that we’ve been fighting against for so long just died like that?"

"This is too sudden, I wasn’t prepared for this."

"Hahaha... Good riddance, it died a good death!"

While some were still in shock, others began to laugh heartily.

Soon, the cheers of joy from the nearby High Tower surged like a tidal wave.

Clearly, the Transcendents there had confirmed the news.

The message of the "Dark Sun Ecology’s" death, invading St. Land, spread at the fastest speed in the High Tower Area.

The cheers, like a tsunami, kept rippling out.

At that moment, the St. Land Tower District was completely enveloped by waves of cheering.

As Transcendents who participated in the battle against the Dark Sun Ecology, they indeed deserved to enjoy the cheers of victory.

Soon, the victory cheers were suppressed.

Boom...

Boom...

Boom...

Deep underground in St. Land, within the Origin Energy Layer, dense and numerous attack fluctuations continuously transmitted.

The powerhouses ambushed deep underground in St. Land began their attack.

Although the Dark Sun Ecology was overwhelmed and killed by Tuck and many Transcendents.

Even, a batch of powerful figures from the Dark Sun Church, gathered for a meeting, were annihilated.

Still, a large number of Transcendents from the Dark Sun Church and those top powerhouses managed to survive.

And now, deep underground, the frontal war that was unfolding was aimed at killing these strong figures and the remaining members of the Dark Sun Church within the Dark Sun Tower.

Before, protected by the Dark Sun Tower, the Dark Sun Ecology formed its own system.

When St. Land’s Transcendents entered it, they would not only be continuously corrupted and eroded by the powerful Dark Sun Ecological Power.

At the same time, the Dark Sun Church’s experts relied on the Dark Sun Tower to defend and counter-attack.

Moreover, the oppressive presence of the Dark Sun, always looming above the Dome, made an assault practically insurmountable.

In the past, Tuck and Bervis Twain, and others, could only barely contend with the Dark Sun Ecology of a High Tower Area by relying on Tuck’s [World] power and the Old Day Stars.

A powerful Wizard controlling the High Tower could effectively be seen as having ascended an entire rank.

Thus, it shows the difficulty of conquering the Dark Sun Tower.

But now.

The situation has completely changed.

The Dark Sun Ecology is dead.

The Dome has no silhouette of the Dark Sun anymore.

The Dark Sun’s contamination no longer exists.

The Dark Sun Tower no longer grants any feedback to its controllers.

Now, each High Tower is completely isolated.

Each tower is an island.

To stay is to wait for death.

More importantly.

The death of the Dark Sun Ecology itself, the disappearance of the Dark Sun, and the backlash tide that followed the collapse bring a multitude of negative impacts, directly causing a psychological defeat.

An army collapses like a landslide, which is a perfect description after the collapse of an ecology.

A team of five or six Transcendents might chase down and kill over a hundred Dark Sun Church Transcendents.

After the collapse of the ecology, comes the collapse of morale.

Attacking at this time is like a one-sided slaughter.

And the St. Land high command has almost perfectly seized the opportunity.

Just as Tuck had destroyed the ecology, they took action.

Their initial move was the ultimate explosion of a top Transcendent treasure that could establish the battle scenario.

Never mind how many people it killed, it gripped the enemy’s spirit and momentum tightly.

And then they launched an offensive.

This gave the enemy no time to breathe.

Even Tuck had to admire these ’old foxes’ who had lived for hundreds of years.

Just at this moment.

"Buzz!"

Another wave of ecological tides swept in.

"Quick, get on, let’s go underground and take a look."

Someone hastily called out.

"It has already started fighting underground, though we can’t participate, our Ecological Projections can quickly join the battlefield and help the Transcendents there by acting as their eyes and ears."

The advantage of St. Land’s large population began to show itself.

A bunch of human-shaped Ecological True Eyes, all mobile.

"Remember to look for people, the Dark Sun Saint Child Wendell hasn’t been found yet."

Seeing many people’s Ecological Projections entering the surging ecological waves, Bervis Twain by Tuck’s side hastily shouted.

"Received!"

"Understood!"

"Don’t worry, I’ll send you the coordinates right away if I find him."

"Damn it, wait for me... I haven’t got on yet!"

"Haha... wait for the next one!"

Soon, this group of people, amidst the joy and laughter of the ecological wave, quickly departed.

Tuck didn’t get on, and he didn’t even... aggregate his Ecological Projection.

Similarly, Bervis Twain didn’t aggregate his projection either.

After scrutinizing Tuck for a moment, Bervis Twain finally let out a sigh and said.

"The ecology of the Dark Sun Church truly did not die unjustly!"

Tuck smiled lightly and then looked ahead at the sheepskin parchment Magic Portraits of the Dark Sun Church geniuses floating before him.

These were the geniuses of the Dark Sun Church that Tuck had anchored.

However, Tuck’s attention was quickly anchored on the Eighth-Rank Blood Race powerhouse, "Lucien."

This "Lucien" had once directly dismembered Tuck’s Soul Shadow and Shadow Demon Wolf.

Tuck remembered it very clearly.

And at this time, this Eighth-Rank Blood Race "Lucien" was leisurely leading a group of Sixth and Fifth Rank Blood Races along the passage towards the deeper Blood Race stronghold’s Teleportation Array.

Clearly, this powerful Blood Race powerhouse was in the midst of escaping.

"You want to run after killing my soul?"

Tuck immediately opened the System and started to rapidly allocate points to this Blood Race powerhouse.

An Eighth-Rank powerhouse required the investment of 8 Forbidden Rules Fragments to pull them into the Forbidden Curtain Stage.

But now was clearly not the time to pull this Eighth-Rank powerhouse.

Once this Eighth-Rank powerhouse occupied the Forbidden Stage, Tuck would have no way to continue pulling others.

This time, Tuck invested 6 Forbidden Rules Fragments, adding to the previous one, making a total of 7.

After allocating the points, Tuck placed his palm on the ground, and without a sound, he initiated the pulling of the Forbidden Curse power.

Lucien, who was leading the many Blood Races in flight, suddenly changed his complexion.

His Eighth-Rank Blood Bat body, like a puppet, was forcefully held in place and twisted in the air.

At the same time.

Huge curtains, like those in a stage play, slowly started to descend around Lucien.

The surrounding Origin Energy, sound, and even the outside real World.

All were rapidly being stripped away within his range of perception.

He!

All he could see was that terrifying Forbidden Curse power.

He!

Seemed like a performer about to make an entrance on stage.

Lucien, of course, recognized the bizarre and horrifying cursed phenomena surrounding him for what it was.

It was their usual means of executing many geniuses – the Forbidden Veil Entry Ticket.

Originally, the one who was supposed to enter was the Blasphemer Tuck.

But now, it was he who was about to be drawn in.

The skin of Michel Samuel, already pale, was now deathly white.

His thoughts raced through his mind like lightning.

Only after a good while.

Did Lucien feel the outside world calling out to him.

At the same time, the vision of the Forbidden Curtain slowly fell and dissipated, and the true scene of the surrounding cave gradually became visible.

But Lucien could feel that the terrifying curse power had already targeted him.

Moreover!

A mysterious power was watching from the shadows.

"Michel Samuel, he is a traitor, he has betrayed the great Dark Sun God."

The information Lucien uttered once he spoke.

Caused the hearts of the surrounding Blood Race experts to boom, making their hearts throb violently.

Michel Samuel, the Archbishop of the Human Tribe Shrine, was actually a traitor?

This was coming straight from the mouth of the Blood Race Archbishop "Lucien."

As everyone was still in shock.

Lucien had already hurriedly continued.

"This traitor Michel Samuel didn’t construct the Forbidden Curtain Stage for the Blasphemer Tuck at all."

"Instead, he used this powerful Death-Level Forbidden Curse to curse me."

"I’ve already seen the Death Forbidden Curtain Stage, the pulling force towards me is extremely terrifying, it can even obstruct my vision, block my perception."

"St. Land’s ecological wave will soon sweep over, and I will be discovered, then I will inevitably be hunted by top powerhouses, with my current cursed state, I simply can’t escape."

As he spoke, Lucien’s voice grew more hoarse.

"You guys escape quickly, take this information with you. Don’t let me die in vain."

"Remember... you must expose the identity of the traitor Michel Samuel."

"All along, it has been Michel Samuel who pushed for St. Land’s Dark Sun Ecology to attack, causing our Blood Race to take damage, and then revoking our Blood Race’s defenses, allowing our Blood Race to needlessly lose many castles, and today his fully promoted Dark Sun Ecological defense line has completely collapsed, and even the Dark Sun Ecology has been killed alive."

"All this is the doing of Michel Samuel behind the scenes."

"He is the biggest traitor of our Dark Sun Church."

"St. Land’s ecological wave is coming, you all hurry and leave!"

Following Lucien’s desperate orders.

The many Blood Races could only grit their teeth, simmer with rage, hold back tears, and painfully leave!

Not long after! Accompanied by the surging ecological wave and a faint golden light.

Three-Eyed God Church Archbishop Regan Joe emerged from it.

"It seems your Star meditation has gone quite deep!"

Lucien said with a hoarse voice.

And Archbishop Regan Joe, with a hint of confusion, examined the Blood Race Archbishop in front of him who hadn’t run away but whose figure was somewhat twisted.

He smiled, having a vague guess at some things.

"That kid, he really has some tricks!"

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than Regan Joe abruptly made his move.