Diary of the Death Wizard

“There could be two spaces in this estate.”

In a narrow storage room, Lucy faced the only wizard beside her and stretched out two fingers.

Brando looked solemn and nodded.

"Yes, I think so too, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to find any trace of Sol and the lady after searching the entire manor."

Brando told Lucy what he saw when he entered the manor and the fact that only Saul was not present.

There are an unknown number of shadow monsters outside. Only by sharing intelligence can we cooperate with each other and solve the immediate crisis as soon as possible.

"If that's the case, that little girl is the fundamental reason why we lost our power and entered the manor. Maybe we can get our magic back by finding that little girl."

Brando pressed against the door of the storage room and listened for the sound. He hadn't done such an action for a long time, and he almost forgot how to twist his neck to turn his head sideways.

"Maybe we need to think of other ways. We all lost consciousness before entering here, and we still can't connect to our spiritual bodies. Maybe we are in a certain conscious world."

Brando thought of Sol's consciousness space.

The place where he only stayed for a few seconds before he was so scared that he immediately ran away.

"If you are completely addicted, it will be very difficult to wake up." Brando scratched his hair.

His mental power is already outstanding among second-level wizards, but he still cannot find a flaw in this world.

"There are bonuses from the Borderlands rules here. We cannot break through the restrictions with our strength alone." Lucy also admitted that this place is quite dangerous, but her expression was relatively calm.

"Now that there are very corrosive black shadows outside, do you have any other options?" Brando was considering knocking himself unconscious.

At this time, Lucy suddenly sat down on her knees, clenched her hands into fists, and gently placed them on her chin.

"The fury of thunder shakes the world, and the sword of law cuts off evil. I, Lucy Jin Ting, ask you for the favor of Ackerley, the Lord of Thunder. Please send down your great power and use thunder and lightning to drive away the confusion in front of my eyes. "

Brando looked on stunned.

"Aren't you a wizard?"

How could a wizard perform such a prayer gesture?

Lucy slowly raised her eyes and lowered her arms.

Brando noticed tiny golden lightning flashes suddenly appearing in Lucy's eyes.

"You, have you recovered your magic power?"

If this can restore magic power, then Brando wouldn't mind praying to Ackerley, the Speaker of the Stargate Council!

Lucy saw Brando's expression and immediately knew what he was thinking.

Since she was born, she has seen too many envious looks like this.

Of course, the desire in Brando's eyes was more naked.

"When your power reaches a certain level, you become a god in the eyes of fools. But my prayers are different from those of believers."

Lucy stood up slowly, "This kind of power cannot be used casually. Excessive use will make me lose myself and completely become my great-grandfather's puppet."

"Puppet?" Brando was shocked.

Then he noticed another word and his jaw dropped, "Grandfather?"

Lucy was also used to other people's shocked expressions when they learned her identity for the first time, and she spread her hands expressionlessly.

"Crackling..."

A dazzling electric light instantly filled the entire storage room.

Everything is completely covered in white light.

After a few seconds, Brando rubbed his eyes and barely recovered his vision.

However, in the small storage room in front of me, Miss Lucy was no longer there.

He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Wait, why did she leave on her own? With such a powerful sound effect, couldn't she bring one more person with her?"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The lightning flashing was so loud that it alerted the devil wandering outside the door.

The wooden room door was immediately banged!

Seemingly, white acrid smoke gradually seeped out from the cracks in the door, as if something outside was corroding the walls and door panels.

Brando was unable to complain. He looked around, and finally pulled out an iron rake for sweeping fallen leaves from a large bucket on the side.

"Sure enough, no one is reliable!"

…

Lucy opened her eyes and found that she was back outside the dim manor.

The newly gorgeous front hall, with faint music coming from it, was so quiet that you could hear the sound of dust falling.

She looked around, but was surprised to find that there were only Red Beard, Brando and the short wizard Durut outside the manor.

The blue-haired wizard, the mummy wizard, and that abominable Kismet have all awakened and are now gone!

"When did they come back?"

She was not the first to return, which made Lucy a little angry.

But she just bit her lip and didn't let her frustration control her.

She raised her hand and released several arcs of electricity.

"The magic and spiritual power are also back." Lucy looked at Brando beside her, raised her hand and hit the other person's chest with a lightning bolt.

However, Brando did not react at all and remained standing in the corridor without moving.

"Wow!"

A sound of scattering sounded from behind, and Lucy immediately turned around, surprised to see the short wizard scattered into hundreds of pieces and falling to the ground.

"Wow!"

There was another sound.

Looking back, Lucy saw that one of Brando's arms also turned into pieces and fell to the ground.

It is impossible for a person, even a second-level wizard, to survive after being turned into such fragments.

"It seems that even though I just left the old manor without magic, the commotion caused put Brando into trouble."

"He must be awakened!"

Lucy still had her own principles, and Brando had just saved her, so naturally she would not let her die in the illusion at this time.

But the opponent's body didn't react at all to the thunder and lightning.

Lucy hesitated for half a second, then suddenly raised her hand and pressed it on Brando's head.

"If you still can't wake up after this, then I have no other choice."

With a "bang", Brando fell backwards, and there was a small patch of burnt black on his forehead.

However, when he leaned back halfway, his body suddenly froze, and then with a strong support from his waist, he stood up again.

"Ha! Thank you, Miss Lucy, you are indeed kind-hearted and beautiful!"

Brando lowered his head and saw his shattered arm, but he didn't care. He moved his remaining right hand, and huge power was immediately accumulated between the muscles and bones according to his will.

"Very good, now we can have some fun with the owner of the manor." Brando smiled ferociously, as if he was the devil who wanted to invade the manor.

Lucy, who was observing Brando's situation, suddenly felt a twisted force coming from inside the manor.

That power seemed to be teasing the magic in her body, making her blood boil. Violent and chaotic emotions quietly grew, and a strong desire to destroy her chest kept rising and falling.

Opposite Lucy, Brando hadn't noticed that his smile was becoming ferocious little by little.

"Let's go." Brando's eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes, "Let's kill all the enemies inside!"

Lucy did not respond to Brando immediately, and her eyes flashed with golden arcs again.

The slight sting brought her senses back a little.

"Calm down, Brando, your mind has been affected by pollution, you cannot take the initiative to fall into the abyss."

Brando's body suddenly stopped when he was halfway through. He gasped and looked at Lucy, who was also trying to stay rational.

"I think... I think this place is not a kind place."

"Boom -" A window on the second floor suddenly shattered, and at the same time a figure flew out from inside and landed heavily on the open space in front of the manor.

Lucy and Brando turned their heads to look at the same time, and immediately saw a man whose face was shattered and sunken into his skull, lying on the ground, dead.

Only his blue hair dyed red and white could barely reveal the identity of the dead body to the two of them!

Looking back, Kismet's figure appeared in front of the broken window.

His long silver hair and fair face were splattered with blood drops, but he didn't care about the dirt on his face at all. He was smiling and leaning on the broken glass.