Chapter 20: Chapter 20: Gang Leader: Bashamu!_1
Translator: 549690339
An hour had passed.
The bonfire was left with only embers.
And Tuck had already obtained sufficient information from Eden Glaston's mouth.
The light was gradually disappearing from the passage.
After sorting through the various pieces of information in his mind.
Tuck looked towards the Eden Grayston Sheep on the opposite side of the bonfire, the fellow was eating grass and napping.
Tuck walked over.
With a single touch on the sheep's horn, he built a spell network with Spiritual Perception.
Sheep Transformation!
Transformation! Backtrack!
Tuck's facial features, body height, and even his hair color and length were all rapidly changing.
Soon, Tuck turned into a gloomy, somewhat fatigued young man.
It was indeed the transformed — Eden Glaston.
Borrowing the unscientific "Precision."
He used transformation abilities to backtrack Sheep Transformation onto himself.
Tuck had assumed the appearance of Eden Glaston.
"Spell linkage!"
This was an issue that wizards must consider when learning various spells.
The final step of Sheep Transformation, "transformation."
Combined with the network constructed by Spiritual Perception,
and Tuck's precision conduction.
He achieved the same effect as "transformation magic."
And that was why Sheep Transformation was one of the core spells of a wizard.
Sheep Transformation could form "spell linkage" with many other spells, thus producing different effects.
During the whole process.
The Eden Grayston Sheep had no response whatsoever.
"It must be that his humanity is asleep."
Muttered Tuck, who had completed the transformation.
He put on Eden Glaston's Wizard's Robe, donned the Alchemy Staff, and tidied up his hair a bit.
Tuck had now become an indistinguishable Eden Glaston.
He tested a wooden stake nearby; it was very sturdy, and he tied a rope tightly around it.
Tuck stood up and walked into the deep darkness of the passage beside him, then vanished from sight.
Meanwhile, Eden Glaston lay resting in place, just like a real sheep.
A good half-hour passed.
Only then did Eden Glaston suddenly leap to his feet.
He looked around at the pitch-black environment.
"That demon has finally left," sighed Eden Glaston in relief.
He stepped backward, rubbing his left hoof against the ground.
Then he charged towards the wooden stake with an impact.
"Hmm... It didn't break."
"Again!"
"Still not broken, continue!"
After seven or eight consecutive impacts, Eden Glaston finally managed to break the stake.
"Go!"
Straining to control his sheep body, Eden Glaston fled in the opposite direction from where Tuck had left.
However.
He had only gone about twenty or thirty meters deep.
"Whoosh—"
A vine as quick as lightning entwined around the neck of Eden Grayston Sheep, lifting him off the ground.
The vine tightened around him like a python.
Eden Glaston struggled continuously.
His increasingly suffocating brain began to understand.
Why that demonic wizard had been so confident leaving him there.
All of this was intentional.
But it was too late.
Soon, everything returned to calm.
Only after Eden Grayston had completely died out,
did Tuck finally emerge slowly from the dark depths nearby.
"I gave you the right to be a sheep, but what a pity... you refused!"
Using the Fire Oil Bullet, Tuck burned both Eden Glaston and his Alchemist Sequence to ashes.
The contaminated Alchemist Sequence Crystal was now useless.
......
At the red stone gate.
Two guards were dozing off slightly.
In the darkness, footsteps rang out, quickly approaching.
The two Knights guards instantly perked up.
But when they saw who was coming, their hearts tightened.
The approaching figure was the "Bloody Alchemist" Eden Glaston, who seemed to be in a hurry with apparent wrath on his face, and his Alchemy robe appeared to be somewhat tattered.
Considering the explosion that had occurred earlier, the two had a vague idea of what happened.
They even opened the gate without waiting for Eden Glaston to do it himself.
The two Knights hurriedly pushed the gate open.
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Checking identities?
Isn't that a joke?
"Please, sir, hurry inside. Don't unleash your wrath upon us!"
This was a true reflection of what the two Knight guards were thinking.
Behind the stone door lay an underground passage, well-constructed and in fairly good condition.
The floor was tiled with stones, and there were quite a few potted plants of subterranean vegetation on both sides.
At regular intervals along the walls were stone door rooms.
On both sides of the corridor, there was an impressive number of glow-lamp wall sconces.
Just as Eden Glaston had said.
Normally, there weren't too many people at this stronghold.
Tuck continued down the passage, going deeper.
At first, he could still see the occasional figure.
But when they saw him, fearfully avoiding contact, Tuck relaxed.
If someone had approached him to strike up a conversation, it could have blown his cover, which would be bad.
No one paying attention to him was better.
As he ventured further.
The corridor was now utterly devoid of people.
He arrived at an area where the glow was dim.
He looked around.
With a flip of his hand, Tuck took out the barrier scroll he had selected earlier.
Soon, a protective barrier was established.
However, Tuck felt that one barrier was not safe enough.
After setting up two more, he was finally satisfied.
"This way, even if a battle breaks out inside, the noise and commotion will be blocked."
"No one from outside will come to help, nor will they know that a fight has taken place."
After all this.
Tuck headed towards his ultimate destination.
The lair of the leader of the Hunter Gang, "Bashamu."
...
Deep within the cave space.
At the entrance area, two "Bloodworms" as thick as arms reached out from the darkness.
They furiously sniffed at Tuck.
Tuck was an exact replica of Eden Glaston's body, recreated one-to-one using his remnants.
The scent, too, had been transferred from the other to Tuck.
After a moment of sniffing, the Bloodworms retracted back into the depths of the darkness.
Somewhat relieved, Tuck lowered the Bloodthorn Vine Witchcraft he had been holding in his hand.
Upon entering the altar area.
An intense odor of blood assaulted his senses.
It came from an altar soaked through with fresh blood.
The altar was about five meters high.
Above the altar hung a black Dark Sun, still and silent, as large as the mouth of a bowl.
With just a glance, Tuck felt a dizzy spell, black spots appearing before his eyes, and a surge of nausea.
"Some kind of profoundly evil, Fallen object."
Tuck, having averted his gaze, dared not look again at that dreadful, evil object.
Tuck knew quite a bit from what Eden Glaston had told him.
The Hunter's Guild, led by Bashamu, was not only hunting Wizards during this gathering of A Grade geniuses.
Bashamu was also making constant sacrifices.
The "Black Dark Sun" was Bashamu's accumulated fortune.
"Bashamu seems to want to obtain extraordinary treasures from the great Dark Sun God!"
This was the exact word from Eden Glaston.
Bashamu's towering figure emerged from behind the blood-soaked altar.
His gaze swept over Tuck's slightly tattered Alchemy robe.
"Why have you come back again?"
A somewhat hoarse voice followed.
Bashamu, a Hunter and also with certain Dark Elf bloodline powers, level 29.
Incredibly powerful.
It is said that his Dark Elf bloodline could communicate with the Dark Dimension to some extent.
As a Hunter, the natural jungle was his innate hunting ground.
And now, around the altar, there were numerous large pots and plants.
He had turned the stronghold into half a home-field.
This Hunter, Bashamu, was exceedingly cautious and careful.
"High Tower has discovered my identity; a student wanted to hunt me."
A dark voice said.
"Unfortunately, it is I who have survived."
"He was a Second Rank Wizard; I got the Sequence Crystal."
Initially, Bashamu wanted to say, "Being discovered by High Tower was just a matter of time; surrendering to the great Dark Sun is the ultimate destination."
But seeing Tuck bring out the small iron box, the words reached his lips, only to be swallowed back down.
Second Rank Wizard Sequence.
This was a perfect sacrifice.
As usual, Bashamu walked straight over.
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Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone