Diary of the Death Wizard

Hundreds of magic crystals, it took only a few days.

Thor is in pain.

Although Sol used his own materials to make this temporary locator and did not consume real magic crystals, it still hurts to destroy it just like that.

Patting the fragments on his body, Thor decided to leave here first. However, as soon as he took a step, he suddenly saw himself falling headlong to the ground.

Yes, seeing, not feeling.

The moment he saw his back, Sol's heart stopped for half a beat, but he reacted immediately.

As soon as the temporary locator broke, my soul went out of my body? Saul was faintly worried.

His soul was always restless in his body, and as a visitor from another world, he was a little worried that his body would be a challenge.

Xiaozao didn't know what happened, it just suddenly found its master fell to the ground.

It touched Sol's forehead with its black tentacles, but found nothing abnormal, it seemed to be asleep.

This kind of thing also happened in the wizard's tower.

But they haven't left Ralph's Manor yet, isn't it a little bit overheard to go to sleep now?

Xiaozao, who couldn't wake Sol at all, panicked.

The castle continued to collapse, and even gradually spread to the garden. From time to time, stones flew over and landed beside Sol.

Xiaozao can easily blow a stone away, but she doesn't know how to wake up her master.

Just when the simple-minded Xiaozao was at a loss, Sol was about to return to his body in the same way as before, imitating the erosion map.

But just as he took a step, he suddenly saw a gradually expanding shadow under his feet.

The shadow quickly engulfed the lawn, the garden, and his own body...

Did something incomparably huge appear behind him?

Thor turned his head uncontrollably, and he saw the shadow itself.

It turned out to be the twisted soul like a bubble in the basement.

It stands like a skyscraper at this time,

What is this... Sol couldn't help his inner curiosity, relying on the fact that the diary didn't remind him, he stopped and observed for a while.

The strange thing is that when he faced the abnormal spirit body inflated hundreds of times in front of him in the posture of soul, he didn't hear anyone's murmur anymore.

Just when Sol was considering whether to run now or wait for the prompt from the diary, the towering spiritual body suddenly shattered into countless powders, and then pulled by an unknown force...started to rotate!

That looks so familiar.

Sol gasped, he actually saw a huge soul storm on the surface!

The soul storm turned faster and faster, turning into a tornado, roaring and circling, with a ferocious aura that wanted to stir the world into it.

It's just that this majestic soul storm seems to be seen only by Sol, and its ferocity cannot affect reality.

Even the branches a few meters away from the storm only tremble slightly with the raindrops.

One side is earth-shattering, while the years are quiet.

The two seem to be separated by a dimensional wall.

The soul fragments rolled and whirled, and occasionally a few pieces flew out of the range of the storm, and were pulled back into the storm by the traction force.

In Saul's eyes, the fragments that were thrown out but had to be pulled back were like drowning people.

They struggled desperately and kept sticking their heads out of the water, but in the end they could only remain powerlessly silent.

Sol just glanced at it and felt his scalp go numb. He is still in the state of soul, but he has already felt the cold of deep winter.

No matter how this soul storm is formed, don't be curious. Although he was really attracted by the mysterious soul storm again, Sol still tried to maintain his sanity.

Reason told him that curiosity killed the cat.

No longer hesitating, abandoning curiosity, Saul started walking.

One step, two steps, three steps...

At the moment Sol was about to step back into his body, a huge suction instantly pulled Sol away from the place.

He could only watch helplessly as his body got further and further away from him.

The spirit body was pulled, and it rose higher and higher, and the flowers, plants and trees under its feet became smaller.

Thor looked at the death wizard's diary in horror, but the diary still didn't show anything.

The diary is out of order? Sol only had time to flash this thought in his mind.

In the next second, he was caught in a huge soul storm.

The human voice that I had just heard in the basement resounded in my brain again.

Along with these sounds, there are pictures...

Sol seemed to pass through hundreds of people at the same time!

Birth, growth, love, hatred, family, war, money, death...

In a few breaths, Thor experienced all their joys of life and sorrows of death.

The influx of such complex consciousness and emotions instantly made Sol lose consciousness.

...

Victor held the harp in both hands, standing in the very center of the storm, in the quietest eye of the storm, looking up at the spectacular and terrifying scenery above his head.

After so many years, a new page has finally been formed. There was a smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

The wizarding world is always full of death, but how much better is it anywhere else?

Victor raised his harp and played it lightly.

Who can guess this fate is impermanent, the living and the dead will meet tonight...

No one heard the singing in the wind and rain, but someone still noticed the strangeness of Ralph Manor.

A howl of an eagle pierced the sky.

The dark clouds in the distant sky were actually divided into two by it!

Victor felt the changes in the outside world, and slowly put down the harp, Someone is coming? The movement is really too loud. Fortunately, it's time.

He opened his arms and spread his hands upward.

Small white crystals flew from his palm and flew over his head, forming a brilliant nebula.

At the moment the nebula formed, the violent storm all around stopped abruptly.

Time and space seemed to stop at this moment, and the giant storm of hundreds of meters high that was gradually expanding began to compress rapidly.

The huge soul storm was absorbed into the nebula above Victor's head in the blink of an eye.

The nebula began to rotate at an accelerated speed, while constantly changing its shape.

All of this happened so fast, it was like a scene being zoomed in hundreds of times.

It formed a sharp contrast with Victor who was quietly observing below.

Finally, the nebula stopped moving and was compressed again for an instant.

When the light dissipated, what appeared in front of Victor was a golden book page.

The pages of the book are only the size of two palms. Although the whole body is golden, it does not have the cold and hard feeling of metal. Instead, it is as delicate and soft as a baby's skin.

Seeing the golden pages, Victor finally showed a happy smile.

He stretched out his hands, waiting with great respect and anticipation for the golden page to fall into his palm.

However, the slowly falling golden pages suddenly trembled, and then—disappeared in the blink of an eye!

This was completely beyond Victor's expectations.

The golden pages just happened for no reason, without warning...

Disappeared!

His handsome face was instantly contorted and hideous.

Huge mental power suddenly enveloped the entire Ralph Manor and its surroundings.

The originally gorgeous manor seemed to have gone through hundreds of years of rain, snow, wind and frost, and it was dilapidated in an instant.

The nearby plants also withered and withered in an instant, as if the end of the world had come.

But this extremely destructive mental power comes quickly and goes away even faster.

The anger on Victor's face turned to bewilderment.

It's strange, the life forms around here feel very weak, they don't seem to be able to shake the pages of a book?

No abnormal magical and spiritual power was found, but this is the most abnormal place!

The pages of the book cannot disappear without a reason. It suddenly escaped my control. Could it be... no, it must be...

Victor opened his mouth wide, his eyes widened, his expression was very ridiculous, and he no longer had the melancholy temperament he had before.

But he couldn't care less about his demeanor at this time.

...It must be... His voice was trembling, no, his whole body was trembling.

The master must have appeared!