Diary of the Death Wizard

"Kismet! Don't..." Thor released a tentacle wrapped around the diary and grabbed Kismet.

As soon as he extended his tentacles halfway, Kismet's body suddenly lost all color, turning from a living person into a pure white sculpture.

His expression was even pleasant and relaxed, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.

Every detail appears, lifelike.

The next second, the entire sculpture suddenly spread out. The speed of spread was very fast at first, but the speed dropped sharply at a distance of one meter, as if it turned into a slow motion, it was the first snow in winter, fluttering, It swirled down and landed on Thor's tentacles and eyes, bringing a hint of coldness and then disappearing.

On the position that originally belonged to his torso, there was a silver quill floating quietly at the moment.

This quill is not bright, the down is a bit messy, and the barrel is damaged with a few vertical cracks.

When Thor was about to stop Kismet's tentacles from reaching out, the quill fell into his tentacles.

It feels cold to the touch, and a mysterious charm flows on this broken quill.

The scars on its body add a bit of mystery to this silver quill.

The moment he held the quill, Thor sighed in his heart.

The consciousness belonging to Kismet has completely disappeared, and all that is left here is a powerful but dead witchcraft tool.

Just like he said, it's not complete freedom, and he doesn't want it anymore.

So he didn't even want himself.

After sighing, Thor's hundreds of starry eyes instantly stared at Douglas.

This guy Kismet is not a good person, but he calls himself master!

Thor rolled up the quill with his tentacles and brought it to the diary.

The dark red hard-cover book opened automatically as if by induction.

The white silk thread that was originally connected to Thor's body re-condensed into a pure white page.

The golden thread on the book was still connected to Douglas in the distance, because just as Kismet let go of his hand, Douglas' figure had begun to blur, and seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye.

And Saul picked up the pen and wrote Douglas's name in the blink of an eye.

A large number of lines extend from the flat surface of the diary pages, as if they are trying to build a new world with the simplest lines.

For a moment, the world seemed to turn into a flat surface, and all the elements in the world turned into written words.

When these lines are connected and transmitted to Douglas, he seems to have changed from a three-dimensional and multi-dimensional life to a simple name, just a symbol on the paper.

Lines appeared near Douglas's name. When Saul saw these lines, he raised his pen and scratched them.

In reality, Douglas, who was about to escape, was suddenly ejected from the rift in space, as if he encountered some barrier, or it might just be a simple failure of magic power.

Douglass is intercepted by the power of the diary.

This is what Kismet meant by "taking responsibility for catching him."

So he can't run away!

But Saul goes further.

As if he was a self-taught man, he untied the threads of fate that held Douglas, and re-tangled them with the threads that belonged to the Death Wizard's diary.

The connection has not stopped yet, and the lines of the diary continue to extend forward.

The straight line is endless.

They eventually extended into the circular shadow, and with an irresistible trend, spanned a distance of countless light years and directly touched Douglas's body.

At the same moment, Saul's fate line entangled in the straight line of his diary was also connected to Douglas's body.

The body hidden in an unknown dimension is inextricably linked to Douglas's current body.

This relationship, once a masterpiece that made Douglas proud, now became the fuel for Saul to eliminate him completely.

Under the combined action of the diary and the thread of fate, the body was uncontrollably pulled into the wizarding world and merged with Douglas in front of him.

In the eyes of everyone, there were layers of shadows and outlines attached to Douglas one by one.

Flock, who had been observing from the side, suddenly realized, "The shadow is not the body of one Douglas! It is thousands of separate bodies! He actually projected the shadows of these separate bodies into an overlapping outline, making outsiders mistakenly think that it was just one body. Individuals? If Sol hadn't grasped the connection between the fragments, it would have been only one of the fragments that was pulled over this time, and the other fragments were still hiding in the endless space, and it was impossible to clear them all!

The knowledge that Flock blurted out was already in a field that many wizards present did not understand at all. Even if they heard it, they could not understand it. They could only stare at everything in front of them in stunned silence, with countless exclamation points in their hearts.

"No wonder this guy can live so comfortably in the endless starry sky, and he has made so many enemies without being killed. He has dispersed all the costs into thousands of clones."

Flock smiled bitterly in his heart, it was so irritating that people were so different from each other.

He glanced at Thor again, this guy was even more annoying...

This time the bitterness almost came out of my stomach.

But Sol, who did all this, was not as relaxed as outsiders thought.

Although he used the power of the diary and...the silver quill to pull Douglas over, he found that the outlines on Douglas were still trying to get away.

It was difficult for Douglas to leave, but a thin shadow always found a way to leave.

If this continues, he may not be able to persist long enough to drag the entire Douglas into the abyss.

And even if Douglas is allowed to escape, this is an outcome that Saul cannot accept!

"Soul-fixing needle!"

At this moment, Gortha, who was standing on the ruins of White Glaze Castle, shouted to Thor.

Without any thought, Thor directly took out the soul-fixing needle from his own space that he had always wanted to use but had never used.

As soon as he took hold of the soul-fixing needle, he threw it out and flew towards Douglas.

The soul-fixing needle contains the brainchild of an ancient wizard.

Being so close to the Eye of the Abyss, other witchcraft props are almost impossible to use, let alone being separated from the owner to conduct long-distance attacks.

But the soul-fixing needle can!

The powerful mental power fluctuations and black tide pollution of fourth- and fifth-level wizards cannot affect the soul-fixing needle at all.

It rushes towards the designated target without any stagnation in the middle.

The inconspicuous little black needle broke through the sea breeze and stabbed into Douglas's forehead silently.

In an instant, those layers of shadows that were still trying to move away from Douglas immediately stopped moving and all clung to Douglas' body.

Soul fixing needle.

It can not only stabilize the mental body and get rid of the influence of pollution, but also gather and fix the scattered and broken mental body so that it cannot escape and leave the body.

Teacher Gorsa's reminder made Thor realize that this soul-fixing needle could not only be used to save people, but could also be used to arrest people!

Under the fixation of the soul-fixing needle, not even one of Douglas's clones can escape!

The moment the soul-fixing needle entered his body, Douglas also realized this clearly.

There is no way to escape, not even a clone can leave here.

Douglas turned his head and rushed towards Saul, his eyes red.

"Either let me go, and I can swear with my cognitive foundation that I will not come back for revenge, or you will die with me!"