Black No. 2

Grounded in the Transcendent, framed by the Sequence, the Wizard ignited the Source Energy and spewed out a mist of Origin Energy.
The roaring sound of steam echoed through the entire epoch!
In the depths of shadow and the dark tide.
Countless greedy, twisted, polluted, and deformed gazes were coveting this roaring new World.
The World began to buzz with activity!
A certain Wizard, however, was lurking silently in a corner.
"I like to develop!"
"Then, what is the deal with those Demon King's heads and Evil God's skeletons?"
"I told you, I like to develop, and this is the fate of those who hindered my growth!!"

This Wizard is So Unscientific!

It was Wendell Francis, the Dark Sun Holy Son.


The welcome ceremony that awaited him when he first arrived at St. Land had been so grand.


Now, as he fled from St. Land, he was just as disheveled.


Leaden clouds pressed heavily down from the sky.


The cold wind howled, whipping through the waist-high brush of the wastelands, like the claws of demons flailing about.


Wendell Francis's mood, as he moved forward, was even worse than the bizarre weather.


As he marched on, Wendell's vision became somewhat blurry.


He seemed to see something curtain-like appearing around him.


The advancing Saint Knight Heizel was saying something intermittently.


Wendell Francis, however, could not absorb a single word.


He always felt as though someone was watching from the shadows.


That kind of surveillance felt almost like judgment from fate.


Chapter 269 Arrest of [Dark Sun Saint Child]_2