This Wizard is So Unscientific!
Chapter 325 - 269 Arrest of [Dark Sun Saint Child]_3

Chapter 325: Chapter 269 Arrest of [Dark Sun Saint Child]_3

"You see... you are more useful dead than alive!"

"Heh heh..."

Wendell Francis chuckled with a hoarse voice.

"Since you don’t care whether I live or die, why do you talk so much to me?"

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

Tuck laughed.

"You’re a smart man."

"But... that’s where the difference between us lies."

"While we’re both trying to buy time, all you can do is probe your surroundings and make some simple arrangements."

"However... I have already completed the puppet anchoring of your life pulse."

"After all, I’ve put quite a bit of thought into setting up this hunting ground."

"Capturing a Sixth-Rank bishop might be a bit difficult."

"But dealing with a Fourth-Rank Transcendent like you, who has grafted S-Level Transcendent Talent, is relatively easy."

Tuck’s words instantly stiffened Wendell Francis’s expression.

That’s because Wendell Francis had already begun to feel that his body was starting to lose control.

This was the terrain of a powerful wizard.

Furthermore, it was Blasphemer Tuck’s territory.

Knowing that dragging this on would only make him more passive, Wendell Francis spread his Dark Sun Wings to their extreme.

These were powerful wings he had condensed after sacrificing and absorbing the corpse of a Dark Sun Angel.

It was with these Dark Sun Wings that he had managed to escape from the pursuit of a Sixth-Rank bishop.

"Whoosh—"

The Dark Sun Wings flapped violently behind him like a massive wave, instantly darkening the sky.

Whirlwinds of Wind Rune energy erupted around Wendell Francis.

Thump, thump, thump...

One after another, the sound of some kind of silk lines snapping echoed.

"Puppet Silk Lines?"

Wendell Francis roared softly.

"Break them for me."

As Wendell Francis struggled to break free from Tuck’s Puppet Silk Line restraints,

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Sharp and forceful gunfire resounded quickly.

Six consecutive shots from the Fate revolver hit Wendell Francis’s body.

Normally, it could make the souls of ordinary Fourth-Rank Transcendents tremble, even tearing apart their Transcendent State and flesh.

Yet when they hit Wendell Francis,

They only rippled layers of Dark Sun energy on his surface.

The damage from the Fate revolver didn’t seem to affect this Dark Sun Saint Child much,

Some kind of strong "Transcendent Defense"?

This scene made Tuck raise his eyebrows slightly.

[Transcendent Sequence] is most formidable in allowing a Transcendent to construct their "Transcendent Defense" around the core of their early-stage Transcendent State.

"Transcendent Defense" to the "Transcendent State" is like wearing heavy armor.

The "Transcendent State" imbued with Sequence Power is inherently far more resilient than mere flesh.

And constructing "Transcendent Defense" around the "Transcendent State" naturally goes without saying.

While Tuck also had a nascent Transcendent State, it was still rather weak and couldn’t support heavy-duty methods like "Transcendent Defense."

Wendell Francis, on the other hand, this Dark Sun Saint Child on the brink of advancing to the Fifth Rank, had a strong Transcendent State,

It was even capable of holding up a highly defensive "Transcendent Defense."

"Interesting!"

Tuck smiled.

He then took a deep breath and blew fiercely.

"Whirl..."

Intense flames surged towards Wendell Francis.

Ssss...

The searing power of the flames, like sharp daggers, relentlessly penetrated Wendell Francis’s Dark Sun defense.

Wrapped in flames, Wendell Francis’s heart sank suddenly.

This Transcendent Defense [Dark Sun Earrings] was his latest accomplishment from guiding the Power of the Dark Sun, a formidable technique.

At this moment, in the seemingly inconsequential fire attack of his opponent,

there were countless vulnerabilities.

The scorching flames pierced directly through the weak Dark Sun Earrings Armor he had condensed, burning toward his flesh, soul, Transcendent State, and even his Dark Sun Ecology.

Moreover, the speed of the burning was incredibly fast.

Knowing the severity of the flames, Wendell Francis immediately retracted his Dark Sun Wings and then forcefully fanned his own body with them.

A windstorm infused with the powerful Rune Mystery quickly swept through the flames that had seeped into his body.

After a strong gust of rune-induced windstorm,

a large amount of flames were swiftly blown out of Wendell Francis’s body.

Scattering around, they illuminated a large area.

But Wendell Francis’s complexion showed no sign of improvement.

He indeed expelled a lot of flames.

But even more flames infiltrated deeper, like venomous snakes, crazily burrowing further in.

No sooner had the surface flames been fanned away than the flames inside him began to leak out again.

Futhermore, through those Puppet Silk Lines, the opponent continuously injected strange magical Fire Oil into his flesh, soul, and even into his Sequence.

The expressionless Wendell Francis repeatedly deployed his Dark Sun Wings.

As more and more flames were carried away by the rune windstorm, the fire inside him not only did not weaken, but under the resistance between the Fire Rune and Wind Rune, it became even more wildly and fiercely hot.

The burning of his soul, flesh, and Transcendent State grew ever more ferocious.

At this point, Wendell Francis had utterly despaired.

Even if he could extinguish the flames that had penetrated, what then?

His resistance was nothing more than changing his posture on the chopping block under the opponent’s control.

After all, at this moment, he was still being controlled by the opponent’s Puppet Silk Lines.

Even if he broke free from the Puppet Silk Lines, he would still be trapped within this eerie curtain area.

Even that damned Blasphemer Tuck...

After releasing the flames, he didn’t make another move.

He simply stood quietly, watching!

He... seemed to be enjoying the struggle of a fish hooked on a line.

What’s the fun in catching a dead fish?

The more a hooked fish struggles, the more interest it arouses in the angler.

His desperate struggle was merely adding to the opponent’s enjoyment during the slaughter.

Tormented by the flames, Wendell Francis abruptly retracted his Dark Sun Wings and just stood there amidst the fire, looking indifferently at Tuck.

"You won’t... struggle a bit more?"

Tuck asked politely.

"If you expect to see desperate struggling, wailing, and clownish begging from me, then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed,"

Wendell Francis had instead become quiet.

Tuck shrugged his shoulders.

"Clearly that was not my intent,"

"I am indeed disappointed that you didn’t break free from the Puppet Silk Lines or the burning of the flames,"

"I had thought... you would be stronger,"

"After all, I had prepared for you a Sealing Barrier, Spiritual Hand, suppression by the World, as well as my twin-core Steam Angel, the bloom of the Transcendent State, among other measures,"

"What a pity, I had only just begun, and you have already fallen!"

The words of Tuck caused Wendell Francis’s pupils to tremble slightly, and he ultimately did not refute any further.

The fish on the chopping board does not have the right to discuss recipes with the butcher in charge of the knife.

"You’re so resistant to burning, I think we have found our main course for the barbecue at St. Land’s celebration feast a few days from now,"

"Would you be interested in joining me for dinner?"

As his voice fell, Tuck pressed down with one hand.

Following the Puppet Silk Lines, the "Sealing Barrier" that was imbued inside exploded rapidly, extinguishing the flames and swiftly sealing Wendell Francis.

Tuck took out an earthy yellow Sealing Scroll and shook it, storing the sealed Wendell Francis, the Dark Sun Holy Son, within, completing the sealing.

"Whew..."

Tuck exhaled lightly and gently rubbed his palms together.

When Wendell Francis, the Dark Sun Holy Son, was anchored by Tuck’s "Forbidden Rule Fragments,"

his fate was already sealed.

Thanks to the top-grade resources gifted to Tuck by the Dark Sun Bishop, otherwise, Tuck would not have been able to do as he did now, capturing many of the Dark Sun Church’s geniuses in one fell swoop.

Looking at the floating magical parchment portraits of the Dark Sun Church’s geniuses,

"You’re next!"

Tuck randomly selected one lucky individual.