Bab 22: Chapter 22 I Have a Bold Idea!_1
"This vitality, it's practically that of a monster."
Looking at Bashamu's Living Wood Armor, gradually extinguishing the flames.
The scene where Bashamu survived through the flames.
Tuck became increasingly amazed at the warrior-type Transcendents, whose vitality grew formidable as their level increased.
"I wish I had such formidable vitality."
"To survive is to have space to attack."
"With a body like mine now, once I get hit up close, don't ask, just assume it's instant death!"
Secretly preparing his witchcraft, Tuck did his best to restrain his own presence.
Just now, Tuck threw a Fire Oil Bullet.
To burn the opponent.
While killing the opponent would be great, failing to do so could still confuse their senses.
This way, Tuck could effectively conceal his presence and tracks.
Bashamu, holding up his Living Wood Shield, didn't dare to observe directly with his eyes.
He could only track Tuck through the sensitive Hunter Sense.
That's why just now, Tuck was running around the potted bonsai.
This guy, smashing quite a few flowers and plants.
After Tuck precisely concealed his presence.
Then the problem arose.
Unable to track Tuck using the Hunter Sense, by what means could Bashamu detect Tuck?
Use his eyes?
Hah...
That's what Tuck thought too.
The flames died down.
The altar that was ablaze just moments ago.
Now, it fell into an eerie, deathlike silence.
As Bashamu used his highly trusted Hunter Sense to sniff around.
His heart suddenly sank.
He couldn't detect the wizard.
"I can't detect you, but I still have a way to find you!"
A chilling murderous intent in his mind, Bashamu took a deep breath.
The power of the Shadow welled up from deep within his throat.
"Awoo, awoo, awoo..."
The howling of a Dark Wolf, stemming from his bloodline power.
With the black Dark Sun of the altar as the backdrop, the howls reverberated back and forth in the altar.
Without a sound.
Three Shadow Demon Wolves leaped out from the deeper shadows behind Bashamu.
"Go!"
At Bashamu's command.
The three Shadow Demon Wolves charged forward.
Soon.
The sound of rushing air arose.
Followed by the whipping slap-slap noise, continuously resounded.
It seemed like a whip was battling the three Shadow Demon Wolves.
And during the battle.
Bashamu massively amplified his own auditory, olfactory, and other sensory abilities.
Hoping to pinpoint that damned wizard.
However, nothing...
The wizard, without moving at all, was just hiding behind the blind spot of his shield.
"I refuse to believe you can hide indefinitely."
"My Shadow Howl can endlessly summon Shadow Demon Wolves."
Although the Shadow Demon Wolves, summoned in shadow form, aren't too powerful, and their level is just over ten.
The first wave of three Shadow Demon Wolves was quickly destroyed by the Bloodthorn Vine.
"Awoo, awoo..."
Just as Bashamu was initiating the second round of summoning.
Suddenly.
Bashamu caught a glimpse of a figure in the corner of his eye.
"Not good!"
He just thought of shifting his shield.
But it was already too late.
"Bang!"
The gunfire ceased.
After a sharp pain in his eyes, there was a deep numbness.
And everything before Bashamu was pitch black.
"Damned!"
Bashamu's spine chilled as he felt his heart sink to the very bottom.
"No... it's not over yet."
Suddenly, something occurred to Bashamu.
He raised his head, looking towards the altar.
Even though he could no longer see a thing.
Yet, he could still feel the power of the Dark Sun God right there above him.
There were the powers he had amassed for the sacrifice, waiting for an A Grade Transcendent Talent to perform the ritual.
Now, immediately, he began to pray to the Dark Sun God.
Praying that he be restored, and that he be granted power.
Then, he could drastically turn the tide.
At that moment, something brutally hit Bashamu in the back.
The flames rose up in all directions again.
"Damn that wizard."
Cursing, Bashamu dashed swiftly toward the altar.
Just as he was nearing it.
He faintly sensed the presence of a sacred glow.
"Tss..."
A Sculpting Light Spear, roughly one meter long and the thickness of a finger,
violently pierced through Bashamu's head, nailing it firmly to the ground.
And the steps of the altar were already within his reach.
Regrettably, he would never get there.
"Phew..."
With a sigh, Tuck put away the Alchemy bomb back into his Storage Bracelet.
If this blow didn't kill that creature, Tuck had been prepared to blow him away with the Alchemy bomb.
But the creature with the shocking vital force had finally died with the Sculpting Light Spear lodged in his head.
"The power of the Sculpting Light Spear is truly formidable; this guy was wearing Living Wood Armor, which is comparable to Transcendent steel plate armor of the same thickness."
"But it was still penetrated by the Sculpting Light Spear, which is no surprise with it being a two-star light-based witchcraft, noting its immense power."
"The only issue is the longer casting time and the substantial Origin Energy cost."
"But that's not a problem.
"Once I have enough Origin Energy Experience, I'll thoroughly research witchcraft (no-brain, add-points).
"The casting time and Origin Energy cost of this witchcraft will definitely improve.
"At the same time, the flight speed of the Sculpting Light Spear, which is not quite fast, can also be significantly enhanced."
With the death of the Hunter Bashamu.
Peace returned to the area around the altar.
Tuck dragged Bashamu's corpse slightly away from the altar and began to collect the spoils of war.
First was the Living Wood Armor.
Living Wood is made from the tough bark of tree creatures and crafted into extraordinary armor.
It had been pierced by Tuck's Sculpting Light Spear, but the advantage of Living Wood Armor is that it can devour other Transcendent wooden materials to regenerate itself.
"Not only is this thing light, but its defense is very strong, much stronger than my chainmail."
Even before Bashamu's body had cooled, Tuck had exchanged his armor with the Living Wood Armor.
After opening Bashamu's Transcendent bracelet and checking through it, Tuck frowned.
There wasn't much of value inside.
Just over thirty pieces of Magic Gold.
Even less wealthy than Eden Glaston.
"It shouldn't be! According to what Eden Glaston said."
"Bashamu from the Hunter's Guild had almost taken more than half of the entire guild's wealth."
"It can't be this impoverished."
"Did this guy hide his wealth?"
"Or could it be?"
Tuck's gaze briefly flickered to the altar.
In that glance, the tiny black Dark Sun seemed like a spike, causing Tuck a pang in the heart.
"This guy, did he channel all his resources into the offerings sacrificed to the Dark Sun Evil God?"
"So that tiny Dark Sun represents all his savings?"
"That evil thing, it's uncomfortable even to glance at it."
"Who knows what might happen if it escapes the range of the altar."
"Definitely can't take it with me, maybe..."
A daring idea emerged in Tuck's mind.
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