This Wizard is So Unscientific!-Chapter 214 - 213 Soul Mystery Shows Its Might_1

Chapter 214: Chapter 213: Soul Mystery Shows Its Might!_1

Chapter 214 -213: Soul Mystery Shows Its Might!_1

Other Wizards spew flames in waves, one after another, and the duration isn’t too long.

But when Tuck spews flames, it’s an unceasing torrent, highlighting an enduring stamina.

The Steam World Origin Energy Spirit State allows Tuck to sustainably transform witchcraft.

The [Fury of Fire] grants Tuck’s flames an extreme and terrifying burning power.

The flames from [Fury of Fire] are Divine Flames, with astonishingly high burning damage.

With the continuous heavy investment in the [Origin Dark Sea] over the years, its recovery abilities have also become remarkably terrifying.

Just the efficiency of Tuck’s spell-casting alone couldn’t keep up with the natural recovery speed of Origin Energy.

The large amount of Fire Oil transformed appeared like a thick curtain, controlled by Tuck and interwoven around him.

Five or six Fire Oil jets fired simultaneously.

A few Blood Race members dodged quickly, avoiding the onslaught.

Several unlucky ones got their faces washed by flames again.

Considering the viscosity of Tuck’s Fire Oil combined with the intensity of the flames from the Heart of Flames.

Those Blood Race members who got “washed” by the Fire Oil, if not dead, would be at least eighty percent cooked.

As the Fire Wizard “Andre”

used the famous technique from the Ramore Lighthouse once again.

In an instant, the area turned into a blazing sea of fire.

Not to mention those Third-rank Blood Race members.

Even Fourth-rank Blood Race members didn’t dare to engage Tuck in close combat while he was in his Flame State.

The Magic long bridge, its surface, railings, bridge piers, the Magic Lock Chains extending from the rock walls on both sides, a great number of Bloody Sea Stone Piles, and even the surface of the Nether Blood Sea below.

All were ignited, and wherever the eye could see turned into a fire pit.

At this moment, not only did the faces of the Blood Race members look extremely grim.

But even the faces of those traveling with Tuck seemed particularly odd.

Wizard Andre was merely Third Rank, and his level wasn’t highly remarkable, clearly not exceeding level 35.

Yet the power of his fire magic was surprisingly great.

To think, he was still maintaining that powerful Light Magic at the same time.

His spewing of fire was like he didn’t even need Origin Energy.

Is this guy even human?

Even the Steam Shadow Wizard Bervis Twain was utterly astounded at this moment.

This Fire Wizard “Andre” was outrageously powerful.

Amidst the raging flames.

Tuck directed part of his fiery attack at the Blood Race members approaching him.

But the majority of the Fire Oil fell down.

Landing on the Nether Blood Sea below.

Right now, Tuck, with all his firepower, wasn’t mainly targeting those Blood Race members.

It was the immense Nether Blood Pool below.

The burning Fire Oil fell like a rain of fire, onto the dark and profound depths of the Nether Blood Pool below.

It ignited violently upon the surface of the Nether Blood Pool.

Hissing hissing hissing…

A large amount of blood from the Nether Blood Pool constantly burned and dissipated, hissing as it did.

Even the powerful forces buried within were affected.

Annabelle didn’t notice, but Tuck did.

Within the depths of the Nether Blood Pool below, a terrifying power was brewing.

Amidst their clash.

“Gurgle… Gurgle…”

Huge bubbles continuously surged up from the depths of the blood pool.

Noticing this, Bervis Twain’s face suddenly changed.

“Is it ready yet?”

Bervis Twain, engaged with three Blood Race members, asked urgently.

“Soon.”

The response came from the Fourth-Rank Dwarf Forgemaster who had accompanied him.

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Unlike Barkins’s unreliable answer,

this Fourth-Rank Dwarf Forgemaster’s words meant it truly was almost ready.

“Boom… rumble…”

Below, a powerful presence of the [Nether Blood Race] faintly made itself known.

[Nether Blood Race].

It was one of the most top-tier and strongest Blood Race Sequences.

For Humans, the Steam Sequence was an upgrade in Sequence.

For the Blood Race, the [Nether] Sequence was akin to an upgrade of their Blood Race.

Of course, the Blood Race’s system of Nobility Titles was quite decent, but the real promotion was [Nether].

At this moment.

There was a Sixth-Rank powerful Blood Race within the depths of the blood pool, consolidating their [Nether] Sequence power.

Tuck had only sensed it when the boiling surge of blood below began.

All of a sudden.

Boom boom boom…

An eruption like a volcanic outburst came from deep underground.

Accompanied by a deafening rumble,

a gigantic palm, burning fiercely, rose quickly.

It hurtled towards Tuck and the others with a tremendous speed, the hand so massive it could cover all of Tuck’s Holy Light Healing Magic.

If not blocked,

those five Dwarves working on the door were likely to be smashed downward, and possibly even killed on the spot.

Behind Tuck, a Shadow flickered, and a Soul Shadow detached itself from his body.

Immediately after, two door-sized Spiritual Hands emerged from the Soul Shadow, bracing hard against the colossal Blood Sea palm.

Not far away, Bervis Twain had finally succeeded in condensing a long-prepared spell.

A deep black, arched Magic Door blossomed atop the Magic long bridge.

“Boom!”

The massive blood-colored palm clashed fiercely with the deep black arched Magic Door.

For a moment, the Magic long bridge swayed and a large area collapsed.

But Bervis Twain’s black arched Magic Door ultimately held against the attack of the giant blood-colored palm, resulting in a stalemate between them.

Just at that moment, Tuck’s Spiritual Hand fiercely struck as well.

The usually unstoppable Spiritual Hand was this time blocked by the burning blood hand that was dozens of times larger.

Witnessing this, Tuck made a determined decision.

Within the Steam Wizard Ecology, the Soul Rune Mystery at an almost Five Rings Status level was instantly channeled into the Spiritual Hand

At the same moment.

“Explode!”

Tuck whispered the incantation for a destructive explosion.

Generally, Tuck would not easily reveal the profound Rune Mystery he had comprehended.

But when channeled to the extreme in an explosive state, that was not much of an issue.

In an instant, it passed unnoticed by anyone.

Even if it were noticed, it would be attributed to the inflation caused by the outburst of a special spellcasting, and not actual control.

The terrifying near Five Rings Status Soul Rune Mystery caused the Spiritual Hand to suddenly contract.

The next moment, accompanied by the astonishing Soul Rune Mystery.

Boom…

A deafening explosion instantly swept across the entire world.

The shockwave pushed back all those fighting, both humans and the Blood Race, by a considerable distance.

Some of the Blood Race were even shaken so badly they were injured.

From the sky, large pieces of stone and dust rained down incessantly.

Both humans and the Blood Race were left dumbfounded at the sight.

Even the churning Nether Blood Sea below paused momentarily.

Tuck’s terrifying destructive Rune Mystery, once unleashed, was enough to shock the entire scene.

“This…”

For a moment, even Bervis Twain was somewhat astounded.

That instant explosion of Rune Mystery made even his heart tremble with fear.

“It must be a special spell that triggered the burst of Rune Mystery, amplifying the Rune Mystery, not a constant control.”

“If it were a constant control of Five Rings Status level Rune Mystery, that would be… too exaggerated.”

Bervis Twain, having regained his composure slightly, exhaled a breath.

Among the Intermediate Transcendents, without decades of immersion, or even a hundred years of cultivation.

No one could comprehend such profound Rune Mystery.

Let alone a junior Wizard who hadn’t been practicing for long and had just advanced to the Third Rank.

Tuck’s powerful explosive Spiritual Hand.

Although it blew open Bervis Twain’s Magic Arch, it also shattered that astonishing Blood Race palm.

Immediately thereafter, a large rain of bloodfire fell whooshing down.

Tuck’s Heart of Flames still scorched the power from those Nether Blood Pools.

And at this moment, the presence of the Sixth-Rank Netherworld Blood Race from the Nether Blood Pool below grew ever more substantial.

A Sixth-Rank Netherworld Blood Race strong being was about to ascend.

“Creak, creak, creak…”

From behind Tuck came the sound of the Dwarves opening the Mechanical Magic Door.

“Quick, get in!”

The leading Dwarf immediately bellowed.

Several immediately shook off the Blood Race and rushed towards the Mechanical Magic Door.

Tuck, with a Shadow Walk, arrived at the edge of the door that was over a meter wide.

And at that time, it was clear none of the Blood Race outside had any intentions of pursuing.

The strength of this group of humans, naturally, goes without saying.

Every one of them astonishingly fierce.

One against several was merely a small scene for them.

Especially the highest-level and the lowest-level Wizards, both were phenomenally powerful.

Without the support of the Nether Blood Pool and the Sixth-Rank Blood Race strong being,

They might not be able to defeat those humans.

Creak, creak, creak…

The Mechanical Magic Door closed quickly.

At the same time, the vast Nether Blood Pool below began to bubble ominously with a “bubble, bubble” sound.

A figure completely drenched in blood, a dark Netherworld Blood Race, burst through the surface with a splash.

The flames from Tuck’s Fire Oil were quickly extinguished by her dark powers.

Ophelia, a Sixth-Rank Netherworld Blood Race strong being of the Netherworld Blood Race Sequence, slowly descended onto the damaged Magic long bridge.

Blood naturally rippled around her like ripples on the surface where she stood.

All of the Blood Race bowed respectfully in greeting.

Ophelia silently surveyed the Mechanical Magic Door that had just closed.

“The power of Angels?”

“Interesting.”

Then Ophelia sat cross-legged on the lonely bridge’s stone pile.

Her over two centuries of cultivation had long granted her an abundance of patience.

If these people had gone in, they would surely come out.

She only needed to wait here quietly.