??Chapter 269: Chapter 243 Shepherd Demons, Bloody Massacre! (5K)_2
Chapter 269: Chapter 243 Shepherd Demons, Bloody Massacre! (5K)_2
Tuck nodded in response, not elaborating much.
“That’s good to hear,” said Bervis Twain with a smile.
“In that case, I won’t hold back.”
“Let’s capitalize on the heat of the mont, and the severe blow we dealt those Hunters,” he continued.
“It’s ti for
to forge my Ring Staff.”
The hours Tuck spent forging had already attracted those who were going to be attracted.
Those who hadn’t been attracted probably wouldn’t co even if the forging continued.
At this mont, after fending off a wave of covetous assailants.
Nobody would be coming by for a while.
This was the perfect opportunity for a marathon forging session.
As he spoke, Bervis Twain gestured with his hand, and a scroll fell to the ground. Simultaneously, the Dwarf Calero, who had cooperated with Bervis Twain before, materialized.
After the Dwarf Calero appeared, he glanced at Tuck, then hoisted his own Magical Cottage Scroll and headed towards the Magic Door, ready to reach the furnace area and begin the extensive preparation for the forging ceremony.
“Oh, right!”
Bervis Twain, who was just about to follow the Dwarf Calero, suddenly rembered sothing.
“I took a few extra bodies from you last ti. I’m returning them to you now.”
“You need Soul Shadows, and I’ve saved so that are still alive for you,” he added.
With that, Bervis produced three regular Sealing Scrolls and tossed them to Tuck.
Tuck examined them and nodded with satisfaction.
“Thanks,” he said.
The three Transcendents sealed within were all at the Fourth Rank, with condensed Transcendent States—exactly the type of “live material” Tuck needed most at the mont.
Tuck had casually ntioned letting go of so bodies previously.
But Bervis Twain had taken it to heart.
“Honestly, I’m quite envious of your Four-Star Soul Shadow’s witchcraft,” remarked Bervis Twain with a sigh.
“Although a Living Sacrifice Ritual can affect the soul to a certain degree, even leading to corruption, Soul Shadows are indeed very useful,” he said.
“If I could achieve so success with the Spirit Rune Mystery, I might grit my teeth and learn this witchcraft,” he mused.
“Unfortunately!” exclaid Bervis Twain, shaking his head.
“The Spirit Rune Mystery is too elusive,” he lanted.
“Without that talent, even entering a profound ditative State brings little to no enlightennt.”
“Without a solid foundation in Spirit Rune Mystery, performing living sacrifices over a long period can easily result in losing one’s will before such powerful witchcraft, becoming a puppet shadow for the rituals,” he explained.
Souls, life, Origin Energy.
These are one of the three foundational attributes of a Wizard.
The soul is especially crucial in a Wizard’s cultivation.
There’s a significant gap between Wizards who have mastered the Soul Mystery and those who haven’t.
Many interdiate Wizards aspire to comprehend the Soul Rune Mystery.
However, the threshold for understanding the Soul Mystery is extrely high, and very few are capable of it.
“Indeed!” Earl Oslyn, standing beside, nodded in agreent with deep understanding.
Observing the two n’s expressions, Tuck also voiced his consent.
“Exactly, exactly… you’re both correct!” he chid in.
“Well, then!” Bervis Twain briefly composed himself, glancing at both n.
“Be careful, I’m going up now,” he announced.
With that, he followed the path of the Dwarf Calero into the Magic Door, heading for the forge area above.
Earl Oslyn, known for his terse manner, imdiately stepped outside to continue standing guard.
“No need to go out,” Tuck interjected at that mont.
“Hmm?” Earl Oslyn looked at Tuck, slightly puzzled.
Tuck slowly explained,
“You were guarding outside before because your attacks couldn’t directly penetrate the Barrier.”
“But for , this Barrier is no obstacle at all.”
“I can release witchcraft directly from the inside of High Tower to attack enemies outside.”
“So… you can just ditate and stand guard here with peace of mind,” he continued.
“There’s no need to go outside.”
Oslyn raised his eyebrows slightly, a tinge of envy in his voice as he responded to Tuck’s explanation,
“Your ritual techniques for the Great Barrier are indeed enviable. I wish I could learn even a fraction of it.”
Tuck smiled faintly.
He was already very proficient in using the techniques of the Great Barrier—it was one of his core defensive strategies.
During his contemplation, Tuck asked,
“After Bervis finishes forging… are you planning to forge Legendary Equipnt next?”
Earl Oslyn shook his head,
“I haven’t gathered enough resources yet.”
“And I’m not certain if my current Legendary Features are sufficient to kindle the Legendary fla,” he said.
“So… waiting a bit longer is the more prudent choice,” he concluded.
“Hmm,” Tuck nodded.
“Just let
know whenever you need to,” he offered.
After a brief exchange,
Tuck seated himself in a corner.
The power of the “Shadow Robe” quietly unfurled like a tent of darkness, enshrouding Tuck within.
Beneath the Shadow Robe,
Tuck stroked the three scrolls Bervis had given him and his own Demon Staff, contemplating montarily.
He took out the altar plank for Soul Shadows, laid out the three scrolls in front of him, and started the Living Sacrifice Ritual.
As Tuck chanted the ritual incantations, shadows and flas rose swiftly, intertwining and soaring together.
After the previous wave of Knights who had attempted to capture the Dark Sun Saint Child,
Tuck hadn’t had the ti to replenish his Soul Shadows.
Today Bervis Twain had returned three, which was just what he needed for a replenishnt.
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