Chapter 98: Going Head-to-Head with the Holy Son!

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

He didn't care whether this body was the 'original goods'.

Directly placed at the broken neck, a large amount of viscous liquid filaments quickly stitched the body and head together.

Even the connection point between head and body was not quite correct.

But this bizarre stitched monster still 'came alive'.

The bizarre stitched monster turned its head; a pair of eyes filled with emptiness, death, and even continuously seeping blood stared at him coldly.

What he saw was a swordsman and a mage.

The swordsman held his sword, blocking in front.

The mage, meanwhile, was chanting a low incantation, praying for something to descend.

Holy Son Wendel Francis of the Dark Sun Church could feel a looming mysterious power faintly resonating.

The strong barrier Ta Ke built could completely serve as his own casting medium.

As long as Ta Ke's ritual is interrupted, that mysterious power can be prevented from descending.

"I hope I can give it to you!"

He almost couldn't stand steady.

At the same time, he also made extensive arrangements at all the entrances he had entered here.

"Sword Breath, Water Trace!"

Immediately afterward, silver light shone upon his body, reducing even the pain from corrosion considerably.

"Your mission is already completed; just leave the rest to me."

But even so, Bolan Ke fought to the death without retreating.

Burning corpses of Little Bell Demons fell in large numbers.

No, it condensed from all four sides, like the four walls of a room; even this silver crystal would automatically seal the top, completing a small four-sided crystal palace.

Wendel Francis faintly felt that something was off somewhere.

Although he didn't really believe it, a place like La Mo Er could have extraordinary beings capable of destroying the Holy Son's descent ritual and altar.

Wendel Francis turned his gaze to the extraordinary mage they had briefly contacted before.

Bolan Ke felt he couldn't hold on much longer; perhaps the next breath would reveal a defensive lapse.

Ta Ke, however, responded lightly at this moment.

"As expected, only magic can defeat magic."

But the number of Little Bell Demons was too great, and they kept becoming denser.

Ta Ke pressed a single hand against the silver-gray crystal barrier.

It even descended at a position extremely close to him.

Flames madly rose from outside the silver-gray barrier.

Within the Dark Sun Church, the elite zealot squad entered in a sacrificial manner.

A strand of Little Bell Demon blood fell on Bolan Ke's cheek.

These three made Ta Ke's control over the barrier increasingly adept.

Suddenly, Ta Ke's voice came from behind.

Amidst the falling flames.

"It's completely indiscernible."

Bolan Ke's gaze wandered over Ta Ke's body, then he shook his head.

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

"Are you still a believer of the barrier?"

Ecological attunement, spirit sensing, precise control.

In the darkness, densely packed, large numbers of Little Bell Demons howled forth, their target being Ta Ke.

Construct the altar, sacrifice life.

His arrangements were perfect.

In the end, Wendel Francis descended as promised.

Bolan Ke's sword in his hand turned into endless water-trace threads, weaving into a huge net that kept those Little Bell Demons at bay.

Sizzle...

Wendel Francis gradually withdrew his gaze.

Sizzle...

Not only did it surpass his extensive arrangements.

But Ta Ke stood unmoving against the attack imbued with the 'Dark Sun True Words'.

"Yes!" Ta Ke nodded.

As long as the Dark Sun rises, this place will be his.

What are we waiting for? Waiting to die?

Putting it another way.

His cheek was quickly corroded.

"But I really like that last thing you said!"

Bolan Ke watched this strange sight before him and couldn't help but retreat two steps.

Accompanied by a swordsman, he descended so abruptly.

Bolan Ke's ears heated slightly, then immediately came waves of tinnitus.

But, the accident ultimately still happened.

After all, his descent time was short, and he urgently needed a large amount of powerful supernatural traits to build his own supernatural ecology, supporting his mighty life state.

He waited, waiting for the rise of the Dim Sun.

"All right." Ta Ke took a deep breath.

Wende'er·Fulangxisi's voice, like a tide, echoed back and forth in this small world.

He glanced at the not-so-distant Dim Sun and altar.

The attacking Little Bell Demons appeared in chaos, quickly flying everywhere.

However, the rising nightmare flame could never cross that invisible barrier, touching the Dim Sun altar.

In the area of the small silver crystal little house constructed by Ta Ke.

That Dim Sun seemed to cause him little harm.

"What is this?"

But Ta Ke's strange nightmare flame spread too quickly; a large number of Little Bell Demons that failed to escape were burned to death on the spot.

For Wende'er·Fulangxisi, the help was enormous.

He surveyed the many Little Bell Demons flying around the barrier outside.

Only by using a ritual could one counter a ritual.

The Little Bell Demons that had just made Bo Lan Ke suffer greatly now fled in fear everywhere.

"Damn it!"

Bo Lan Ke sat in the corner, first drank a bottle of Restorative Potion, then took out a Healing Scroll and began to recover.

Bo Lan Ke quickly turned his head.

"This is... the Great Barrier." Ta Ke said in a low voice.

"Silver Radiance Holy Wall!"

"Hum..."

Accompanied by a slight tremor.

His gaze fell upon the silver-gray barrier.

When Ta Ke said that, Bo Lan Ke then felt the pain surge like a tide.

Just as the principle that only magic can defeat magic.

So!

When he learned that this remote corner possessed a sealed Demon King's Tomb, the layout unfolded accordingly.

Bo Lan Ke asked somewhat doubtfully.

"You are a smart person; you didn't expect to actually make such a foolish decision."

The corrosive power caused Bo Lan Ke to feel tearing pain all over his body.

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

"Barrier?" Bo Lan Ke's heart twitched slightly.

The Demon King's Supernatural Trait inside the Demon King's Tomb has a considerable compatibility with the 【Dim Sun Sequence】.

"My sword's needs to be greater, faster, and even more precise and skillful in control."

Immediately, blood continued to seep through.

Large numbers of Little Bell Demons were sliced to pieces.

Wende'er·Fulangxisi also conducted observation and scrutiny of many realms.

"Ta Ke!"

If those Lamoer, Shenglande supernaturals wanted to come in and destroy.

"Whether it's foolish, you'll know soon."

Chanting the prayer incantation, praying for the descent of the Holy Son.

At this very moment.

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

As this place collapsed.

This time entering the ancient Demon King's Tomb.

"The barrier's power will erode your will and soul, eventually making you a puppet of the barrier, forever kneeling before it in eternal slumber."

But, in order for him to firmly take root here and even make this place a long-term descent point.

It is one of the important sources of material for him to stabilize his supernatural ecology.

Those not burned to death also dared not come over anymore.

But he averted his gaze from the gradually rising Dim Sun above his head; that slightly strange feeling gradually subsided.

Wende'er could give them an unforgettable lesson for life.

Now he could only rely on the sword in his hand, that breathes.

The Great Barrier is about to descend!

But more Little Bell Demons rushed forward to kill.

Falling on Bo Lan Ke's body, it made a hissing sound.

He did not hesitate to injure himself, also wanting to first convert more power of the sword's edge into protection for Ta Ke.

"Be careful, don't step on my barrier ritual altar."

Bo Lan Ke, who had just grasped the Sword Breath state not long ago, as the battle intensified, pressure grew and his defenses began to show leaks.

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

The corpse-stitching monster on the altar, the vessel of the Dark Sun Saint Son Wendel Francis.

And that peculiar silver-gray fortification is what descended from this small ritual.

Berlanke only then made the surprising discovery.

Berlanke brandished his sword; the sword light was like a water trace, gentle and natural, yet containing exquisite, minute sword-edge destructive power.

He discovered that on the small altar, amidst the rising flames of the ritual's wind vortex, faint silver-gray streams of light could be seen seeping into this world.

"I will be able to endure for a longer time."

And that foolish sorcery and swordsman dare to stand guard and wait here.

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

This sight made Berlanke, who had been struggling to hold on for half a day, twitch at the corner of his eye.

That extraordinary mage, who appeared competent and had briefly interacted with him.

He is a projection of power descending; at worst he retreats, suffering no loss.

And those two fellows over there, daring to stand guard here, will surely have their physical bodies destroyed.

Wendel Francis has enough confidence and advantage to continue opposing the other side here.