Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 649

Chapter 642: Eliminating the Roots

the Roots The third third-level wizard in the Borderlands must belong to the Stargate Council. But even within the Stargate Council, there are different opinions.

However, it was originally supposed that the head of the Radiant Family and the Speaker of the Stargate Council would each recommend a candidate, but because Gorza and the Wind Demon Pearl simultaneously proposed that Thor be the third third-level wizard, there were finally three candidate wizards.

For other second-level wizards, without the endorsement of the forces behind them, they didn’t even have the opportunity to know about this selection.

If someone else became a third-level wizard in advance – not to mention the probability – then what awaits them is either to leave the Borderlands or go to the Wall of Sighs, the place where the most third-level wizards gather.

But even though the selection was conducted in secret, some people who shouldn’t have known had already anticipated the development of the matter.

For example, Kismet.

After saying goodbye to Lucy, he went to Clark’s old house alone.

The big tree that was once hung with white wind chimes and the tree house on it turned into a stone sculpture, and was cracking little by little under the erosion of the northwest wind.

Although he had dealt with Clark before, Kismet did not feel sad when he arrived at his former residence.

Because of Clark’s sudden death, the second-level wizards and other low-level wizards who had been attached to him were gathering together to think about future arrangements.

They were dreaming of establishing their own mountain or switching to others, and they also went to the wind chime tree house as soon as they got the news, hoping to find some legacy of the third-level wizards from here.

But most people still underestimated the gap between the third and second levels.

So when Kismet arrived, he saw a dozen wizard sculptures under the tree house.

Like the wind chime tree house, they were petrified by an inexplicable force, and dried and cracked little by little.

Such a scene quickly scared away other people, so when Kismet came a few days later, there was no trace of other wizards around.

Ignoring the wizards who were petrified and had expressions of fear on their faces, Kismet walked step by step to the tree.

He raised his head, jumped up, and his body soared like a bird, and then got into the tree house through the window.

“Bang!”

His feet landed on the ground, and immediately the floor was broken. Kismet had to jump up again, and then floated in the air.

Although he was choked by the dust in the room, Kismet was still in a good mood and greeted the empty recliner: “Happy death, Clark.”

As soon as the voice fell, a vague shadow suddenly appeared on the empty recliner, but if you look closely, you can find the outline of Clark from the shadow.

“Golsa… He trespassed… No Man’s Land…”

Shadow Clark’s voice was very vague, as if it came from the other side of the distant mountain.

But Kismet could still hear it very clearly.

“I already know about this matter.” He shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, “I felt that the mummy wizard was suspicious early on, so I followed him into the tower and saw him set up the fake eye of the storm and lead you in. Thinking about it this way, I am probably an accomplice, right?”

Clark, who originally wanted Kismet to inform the Star Gate of Golsa’s whereabouts, was stunned.

Kismet seemed to not feel that he had just said anything shocking. He walked forward and touched Clark’s shadow with interest.

But his hand passed through the shadow without any surprise, as if there was nothing in front of him.

“You left part of your consciousness and soul in the dream about the tree house?”

“Kismet!”

The shadow howled hoarsely.

In an instant, a strand of Kismet’s hair petrified, shattered, and fell to the ground silently.

But that was all.

“Although you have absorbed the vitality of the entire tree house and the vitality of those wizards who wanted to inherit your legacy, if you want to use this method to deal with me, it’s still…”

He was halfway through his words when he suddenly found that his feet had lost consciousness. He

looked down and found that his feet had been petrified without knowing when.

“Uh… okay, I underestimated you. Sure enough, the third level is the third level. Even if you are dead, the remaining power is still amazing.”

“I want to… eat you too!”

Clark’s voice gradually became clear, as if he had absorbed part of Kismet’s vitality.

The petrification on Kismet’s feet was slowly spreading upwards.

It was called slow, but in fact it only took less than a minute for Clark’s residual soul to turn Kismet into a stone statue.

Now Kismet had another choice, which was to fly away from the tree house immediately while his upper body was still free to move, and fly to a place where Clark could not reach.

However, despite being slapped in the face by Clark, Kismet still had no intention of leaving.

He just watched with interest as the petrification effect spread from his feet to his legs and gradually affected his waist and abdomen.

“Let me see, great dreamer, how far can Mr. Clark go?” Kismet’s eyes lit up, as if he was admiring the destruction of others.

But the horrible petrification just reached his chest and suddenly stopped.

The moisture in the skin and the liquid in the blood vessels and bones began to stir.

Kismet immediately showed a painful expression, but he tried hard not to scream.

And the petrification in his lower body seemed to have seen a ghost, and retreated from his body at a faster speed.

“Are you testing me?”

Suddenly, several wounds burst out of Kismet’s body. The blood rushed out of his wounds like a mouse that had been imprisoned for a long time, and condensed into a blood ball in the air.

The surface of the blood ball was slightly undulating, and soon a woman’s face appeared.

Seeing that face, Clark, who was originally vague, immediately dissipated like smoke

. Kismet’s face immediately turned pale.

But he still showed a twisted smile, “I can swear on my life that I am definitely not testing you, lovely Lord Ophelia.”

As soon as the word “lovely” came out, Kismet lost his ability to float and fell to the ground at a very fast speed, as if he was hit by a huge stone.

“Don’t forget your pursuit.” Ophelia said coldly, letting Kismet smash through the ground and into the trunk of the tree.

Then, the bloody face slowly turned to the recliner where Clark disappeared. “The power of dreams is good, but the caster himself is also prone to immersing himself in dreams. Perhaps this is the reason for your ultimate failure. But since you are already dead, then die cleanly and don’t run out halfway to get in the way.”

The bloody ball suddenly exploded like a bomb, and the splashing blood beads covered the entire room, and then spread on the walls and tables and chairs.

Finally, the whole room turned bloody.

Clark’s residual soul, who had disappeared to an unknown place, appeared again.

“Ophelia, do you have to do this!!!”

The roaring voice was mixed with faint despair.

Ophelia’s voice came from all directions of the room.

“Although my power cannot be transmitted, dreams always rely on consciousness. As long as there is no consciousness carrier here, your dream will disappear forever.”

With Ophelia’s cold voice, red blood gradually crawled all over the room.

Clark could no longer maintain the pride of a third-level wizard and cursed.

However, when the red dyed the tree house, the big trees outside, and the petrified people around it red.

Clark’s cursing stopped abruptly.

Ophelia’s breath also dissipated.

There was no other life around, only Kismet who was smashed into the soil under the roots of the big tree.

There was almost no water on his body, and he was just skin and bones, like a skeleton.

Kismet finally got up, immediately held onto the roots of the tree, bent over and retched.

“Uh… I feel dizzy.”

(End of this chapter)