Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 694
Chapter 686 What are you waiting for
But Camus seemed to only want to activate the eye of the storm. When the eye of the storm began to operate, even though she was temporarily suppressed by Byron, she did not appear again.
In order to save Thor, Byron did not hesitate to use the power of the Elf King.
And he did his best.
Using power beyond his tolerance like this would definitely cost him a lot.
Thor also knew this clearly, so after realizing what Byron was doing, he immediately told Corey to prepare the ice lock array.
“How does he know I have the ice lock array?” Although Corey was a little confused, he quickly began to arrange it according to Thor’s request.
Thor was about to ask Pearl to bring Corey’s mirror over, but was suddenly blinded by a dazzling light.
He turned his head and saw that there was suddenly a black crack behind Byron.
This black crack may not be black, but because nothing can be seen, it makes people who see it feel that the world is missing a piece, so only nothingness is left.
However, in the black crack, some colorful halos soon appeared.
The edges of these halos were irregular arcs, and they were constantly changing, like rippling water.
The changing halos also vaguely took on a human form.
Groups of halos appeared from behind Byron, protruding several smooth edges and corners, like arms, or some kind of tentacles. They were like a longing lover, caressing Byron’s shoulders and chest from his back.
“Elf!”
A friend beside him exclaimed.
Thor rushed forward, his arms turned into tentacles, trying to use his soul to fish and drive away the halos behind Byron.
But when he thought he had rushed to Byron at a very fast speed, he was distracted again and found that he had only lifted the sole of his first foot.
Time slowed down!
No, it was not time, but Thor’s perception of time was distorted.
This seemed to be a unique ability of elves, and Thor had seen it once in the wizard tower.
Thor’s brain seemed to slow down. He tried desperately to dispel the halos, but he could only watch Byron being surrounded by the halos and then dragged into the black gap little by little.
Until Byron completely disappeared, he continued to use the powerful energy from the Elf King to help Thor control the eye of the storm.
When the halos and Byron disappeared into the black gap, the gap disappeared abruptly.
Just as abruptly as it appeared.
The feeling of losing control disappeared, and Thor’s consciousness and limbs were not coordinated. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.
He supported the energy column beside him with his hand and stood up again.
“This method doesn’t work either.”
Thor suppressed his inner fluctuations and tried to take a deep breath to regain his reason.
Without Byron’s suppression, the eye of the storm accelerated its rotation speed in revenge.
The black tide poured out almost in the blink of an eye.
This time, Thor and his friends were the first to be swallowed by the black tide.
But this time, Thor escaped from the black tide even faster than last time.
Under his feet, An, Agu, and Herman, who had just used their last bit of sanity to help him get rid of his strength, turned into mad evil spirits while wailing.
The previous tragedy was repeated.
Pearl quickly lost her mind and fell into the sky.
Sol, who was beside her, tried to hold her, but found that no matter whether he held Pearl’s hand or arm, that part of her limb would melt like butter touching a red-hot knife.
He couldn’t catch her at all.
“Lord Sol!”
A shout came from a distant place.
Sol turned his head and saw Mash, who first appeared in the golden page.
He was standing on a huge, upside-down mushroom, paddling on the black tide with another mushroom.
But at this time, Mash was covered with mushrooms.
Mushrooms drilled out of every hole in his body and grew wildly. Soon, Mash’s rowing movements became stiff.
Finally, when he completely turned into hundreds of mushrooms clustered together, his shouts disappeared.
Sol watched silently.
With a wave of his hand, he put all the consciousness bodies that had turned into evil spirits into the diary.
But the black pages they turned into again were in tatters.
No silver lettering appeared on the pages.
Thor waved his hand again, trying to retrieve Mash’s soul, but found that the other party was too far away from him.
Thor was no longer angry or painful, and he turned to another direction.
“Herbert should also mutate next.”
Sure enough, the fire soon shone on Thor’s face, which had turned into a black skeleton.
“After Herbert mutated, the others died soon… Wait, that’s not right!”
Thor’s neck turned violently, and his neck bones “cracked”.
“How could Herbert mutate faster than other low-level wizards?”
Thor either came out late or didn’t pay attention to that side before, and he didn’t realize that Herbert’s mutating speed was wrong.
It was as if he didn’t struggle at all, and took the initiative to let go of all defenses and let the black tide pollute him.
Thor didn’t try to escape this time, but used the remaining magic power that still obeyed him to summon the giant bird Diudiu, which was hovering restlessly in the sky.
Diudiu was obviously also affected by the black tide. When Thor asked it to put down its tentacles to pull itself to the other side of the sea of fire, Diudiu put down a large number of tentacles that were densely packed like long-legged insect legs.
Thor’s bones were numb from watching this.
However, Diudiu’s flight did not rely on magic, so this function had not been lost at this time.
Thor reached out to grab the dangling tentacle, and the other tentacles began to try to drill into his skin – of course, they failed, and Thor now had no skin.
With Diudiu flapping his wings vigorously, Thor finally came to the top of the sea of fire.
And he finally saw what was happening here.
The red flame was indeed burning above the black tide, but it did not touch the black tide at all, but burned on the layers of melted and rotten corpses floating on the water!
The corpses fluctuated with the waves, and the rows of flames on them kept changing their shapes.
In the end, it turned into a terrifying, devilish smile.
“Herbert’s current state is not alienated.” Thor finally understood, “He is burning other people’s lives to provide himself with strength to maintain his sanity.”
If Herbert in this state is not alienated, then is he not polluted and alienated in the prophetic dream?
“Thor!”
Thor heard the familiar voice again.
He swept through the flames below and finally saw Brando’s head in a corner!
At this time, Brando’s body was burning, but his head seemed to have not been ignited because of the protection of the helmet.
“Save me!”
Brando asked Thor for help in pain.
Thor knew clearly that he was in the preview scene of the golden page, and saving people was meaningless…
but he still rushed down.
But Herbert’s flames suddenly burned over.
“There should be enough dead bodies here for you to leave.” Thor had been alert to the flames, and at this time he controlled Diudiu to dodge.
Herbert said nothing, but just threw a few more fire whips.
Fortunately, the other party was also trying hard to resist the pollution, so he couldn’t focus on attacking Thor.
Thor dodged again, and his pupil-less eye sockets were already cold.
“Several times you turned into flames, but now it seems that you still have enough energy to leave. But you just pretended to be polluted and kept burning here.”
“Why don’t you leave?”
“What are you waiting for?”
“What are you looking for?”
“Yes, you are waiting for the eye of the storm to erupt.”
“You are waiting for the anchor point to appear!”
The flames froze for a moment, and then suddenly launched a fierce attack on Thor.
Thor jumped away again, but Diudiu was ignited.
“Chiu–“
It let out a mournful cry, and then all its long whiskers suddenly exerted force together, throwing Thor far away before the flames completely spread.
Then, the pale yellow giant bird turned into a large ball of bright flames, falling into the black tide with a hissing sound.
Deadline update!
(End of this chapter)
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