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

It doesn't matter if it's the "original" of this body.

Placed directly on the broken neck, a large number of viscous liquid filament tentacles quickly stitched the body and skull together.

Even the head and torso are not in the right position.

But this weird stitching monster still "came alive".

The strange stitching monster turned his head, and a pair of eyes filled with hollowness, death, and even blood were still seeping, and he looked at it indifferently.

What he saw was a swordsman, a sorcerer.

The swordsman holds his sword and stands in front of him.

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 majestic mysterious power echoing.

Wendell Francis set his sights on the transcendent wizard they had briefly encountered.

This time enter the ancient tomb of the Demon King.

It was a huge help for Wendell Francis.

After all, he has not been here for a long time, and he urgently needs a large number of powerful transcendent traits to build his own transcendent ecology and support his powerful life form.

The extraordinary characteristics of the Demon King in the Demon King's Tomb are not low in line with the [Dark Sun Sequence].

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

So!

When it became known that this remote corner had the tomb of the Demon King that had been unsealed, the layout unfolded.

Within the Church of the Dark Sun, the top fanatic squads enter in martyrdom mode.

Build an altar and sacrifice life.

Recite prayer mantras and ask for the coming of the Son.

Eventually, Wendell Francis arrived.

Although I don't believe it, in a small place like Lamour, there can be transcendent beings who can destroy the ritual and altar of the Son's descent.

However, in order to be able to firmly establish himself here, he even regarded this place as a long-term advent point.

Wendell Francis still observes and peeps at many layers.

At the same time, he will enter several entrances to the here, all of which have been heavily furnished.

If those Ramour, St. Randish transcendents want to come in and destroy.

Wendell was able to give them a lesson that will last a lifetime.

His setting was perfect.

However, the accident did happen.

The transcendent wizard who seemed to be in good shape, and had a brief encounter with him.

With a swordsman, it came so suddenly.

Not only did it go over his large number of arrangements.

It even descended on him in a position that was extremely close to him.

"Tucker!"

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

Brown's ears were slightly hot, and then there was a burst of tinnitus.

Now all he could rely on was the breathing sword in his hand.

And Tucker stood firm in the face of this attack that contained the "Dark Sun Mantra".

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

The Great Fortress is coming!

It's like magic can defeat magic.

Only with ritual can we fight against ritual.

Darkness swept like a tidal wave from all directions.

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

Interrupting Tucker's ritual can prevent the mysterious power from descending.

"Breath of the Sword, Water Marks!"

Berlank swung out a sword, the sword light was like a water mark, soft and natural, and contained the destructive power of the subtle blade.

Sneer......

A large area of small bell demons was smashed.

But more little bell demons scrambled to kill them.

The sword in Brown's hand turned into endless threads of water, intertwined into a huge net, blocking those little bell demons from the outside.

But the Little Bell Demons are too numerous and more dense.

Berrank, who had just mastered the state of "Breath of the Sword", became more and more pressured as he fought, and his defense began to show holes.

A wisp of demonic blood from a small bell fell on Berrank's cheek.

Sneer......

Its cheeks are rapidly corroded.

Immediately afterward, blood continued to seep in.

Fell on Berlanc and sneered.

But even so, Blanc fought to the death.

He didn't even risk his own injury, but he also wanted to take the lead in converting more of the sword's power into protection for Tucker.

"My sword power can be bigger, faster, and even more precise and skillful."

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

"Damn!"

The corrosive force made Berrank's whole body tearing and painful.

Blank felt like he couldn't hold out for long, and maybe the next breath would make a defensive mistake.

Right now.

"Buzz ......"

Accompanied by a slight tremor.

The attacking little bell demons were in chaos and quickly took off in all directions.

Immediately afterward, the silver light shone on the body, and even the corroded pain was reduced a lot.

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

No, it is condensed from all sides, just like the four walls of the room, and even the silver crystal will be automatically capped, and a small square crystal palace will be built.

Blank 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 ramparts ritual altar."

"Or else...... You're really going to die here. ”

Tucker's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Blank hurriedly turned around.

Found on the small altar, the flame rose in the ritual wind, and the faintly visible silver-gray streamer penetrated into this world.

And the peculiar silver-gray barrier came down from this little ritual.

"What is this?"

Blanc asked, slightly confused.

"It's ...... Great ramparts. Tucker said in a deep voice.

"Barriers?" Blank's heart trembled slightly.

"You're still a believer in the Barrier?"

"Yes!" Tucker nodded.

Blanc shook his head as his gaze wandered over Tucker.

"I can't see it at all."

"Alright." Tucker took a deep breath.

"Your mission is done, I'll take care of the rest."

As Tucker said this, Blank felt the pain come over like a tidal wave.

He almost lost his footing.

Glancing at the dark sun and the altar not far away.

Blanche was amazed to discover.

Within the area of a small house with tiny silver crystals built by this Tucker.

The gloomy sun didn't seem to hurt me much.

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

Blank sat down in the corner, poured a recovery potion, then took out a healing scroll and began to recover.

Examine the many small bell demons flying around the ramparts outside.

Tucker pressed one-handed down the silver-gray crystal barrier.

Flames rose wildly from outside the silver-gray barrier.

The powerful barrier that Tucker has built can be used as his own spell casting medium.

Ecological fit, touch inspiration, precise control.

The three make Tucker's control of the barrier more and more handy now.

The little bell demon who had made Berlank suffer enough just now fled in all directions in fear at this time.

But Tucker's eerie Dire flames swept so fast that a large number of small bell demons who did not escape were burned on the spot.

Those who didn't burn to death didn't dare to come back.

This scene made the corners of Berrank's eyes, which had been struggling for a long time, twitch slightly.

"Sure enough, only magic can defeat magic."

Large flaming small bell demon corpses fall.

However, the rising flames of Dire were never able to cross the invisible barrier and reach the Altar of the Dark.

Falling flames.

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

His eyes were on the silver-gray barrier.

"Silver Radiance Holy Wall!"

Wendell Francis slowly closed his gaze.

"You are a smart person, I didn't expect to make such a stupid decision."

"The power of the barrier will erode your will and soul, and you will eventually become a puppet of the barrier, and you will sleep permanently in front of the barrier."

Tucker responded lightly at this time.

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

"But I like your latter sentence very much!"

"I hope I can give it to you!"

Wendell Francis, vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

But he skimmed over the rising sun above his head, and the slightly strange feeling was gradually suppressed.

As long as the sun rises, this place is his.

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

And the stupid witchcraft and swordsman, dare to stand here and wait.

What are you waiting for? Waiting to die?

Take a step back.

As this place collapsed.

He is the projection of the power to descend, the big deal is to retreat, there is nothing to lose.

And the two guys on the other side, if they dare to be stationed here, they will be physically destroyed.

Wendell Francis has enough confidence and advantage to fight the other side here.

(End of chapter)