Diary of the Death Wizard

"Kismet!"

Seeing the tragic death of the blue-haired wizard, a surge of anger suddenly surged into Lucy's heart. She seemed to have seen her friend die in the war again!

However, Lucy's identity and responsibility made her still restrain her emotions and asked Kismet on the second floor.

"Did you kill the blue hair?"

Kismet seemed to have just seen Lucy, and the sarcasm on his face became a little more sarcastic, "He was the one who sought death first!"

He looked up into the distance, suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was feeling the humidity of the air through his nose.

"It's getting dark, it's time to sleep." Suddenly, he opened his eyes again and looked at Lucy and Brando, "Would you like me to play you a lullaby? Or a lullaby?"

He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his collarbone, pulled it out suddenly, and pulled out a small silver-white harp from his body.

Lucy felt a surge of anger almost breaking through her skull, and her remaining sense told her that the people here had been contaminated by the strange power in the manor, and now everyone was moving toward violent murder.

But if this continues, they will soon kill each other until the last one is left alive, twisted by the killing.

"You can't do anything!" Lucy insisted on the last string in her heart and grabbed Brando who was about to rush to the second floor.

Golden arcs of electricity pulsed on the two of them, using pain to drive the urge to kill.

Lucy did not attack, but Kismet, who was standing by the second-floor window, was not polite.

His fingertips brushed the harp, and a crisp sound sounded, but it was accompanied by a terrifying roar.

A layer of protection immediately appeared in front of Lucy, but was directly shattered by invisible force the next second.

She had to jump sideways to avoid the subsequent attacks.

"His resonance is so strong that it shattered my protection almost instantly... Ordinary witchcraft may not be able to maintain stability in front of Kismet."

“Empty places are not good for me.”

The next second, Lucy and Brando rushed into the old manor again.

As soon as they entered the gate of the manor, the music outside stopped.

But after entering the manor, the irritating feeling became more and more obvious, as if there were hundreds of ants crawling along the seams of their bones and burrowing into every corner of their bodies.

"What exactly is this pollution?" Brando looked at Lucy painfully.

"Such a powerful influence must be the eye of the storm!" The current in Lucy's body could hardly help her stay rational.

"We must find the location of the eye of the storm as soon as possible and seal it."

"Although I don't know what the crazy eyes you have been talking about are." Brando raised his head, "but this annoying feeling seems to be coming from above."

Lucy thought back to the structure of the entire manor she saw outside the manor.

"The highest point of this manor should be the tower!"

…

Thor was walking down the spiral staircase, preparing to go to the real top of the tower.

Just halfway through, he vaguely heard a few crisp strings and the sound of something breaking.

"The sound of the piano is a bit familiar. Could it be Kismet?"

Kismet's lyricism is rarely used to perform embarrassing music, but most of the time it is used to participate in battles.

Since Thor entered the manor, he has not seen anyone else, and later found that he could not leave the manor.

The entire manor was blocked by an invisible film. Once you entered the gate, it was impossible to jump out of the window.

The most important thing is that when Thor wants to try to stay away from the old manor, the diary will come out to stop him.

"Other people's bodies were frozen outside the manor. But after I entered the manor, I found that I had entered an upside-down space. I could only vaguely hear footsteps, but no one could be seen."

As he went down the stairs, Sol would listen attentively at each floor he passed.

Listen for any footsteps passing him.

But the chaos just now seemed to disappear as time went by, and the entire manor became eerily silent again.

Whether it was invisible human footsteps or a doll made of random flesh, they all disappeared unknowingly.

With increased vigilance, Thor walked down the last floor of the room.

Judging from the depth of descent, this room should have reached the underground, but there are windows around the room.

It's just dark outside the window.

Sol pinched his fingers and lit up the weak fluorescence.

This room was also empty, except for a pool of black stains on the ground in the middle.

Thor walked over slowly and smelled the strong smell of blood from the stain that seemed to have dried.

When he carefully tested it with his mental power, he discovered the distortion and chaos contained in the stain.

Suddenly, Thor's body trembled violently, and a more domineering radiation came from the top of his head.

The impact of this radiation made Thor instantly irritable.

It was as if hundreds of little people were stuffed into his chest, scratching and slapping inside.

It made him always want to stab himself in the chest, so happy and happy.

However, Thor resisted this irritability, and at the same time, the pages of the book that rattled in his mind gradually suppressed the influence of radiation.

"What happened?" Saul looked up in shock, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

At this moment, the little algae beside her shook violently, and the little girl who was tightly bound by it suddenly melted into mud-like flesh.

Flesh-colored juice mixed with dark red gurgled down the slits of the black tentacles, forming a puddle on the ground.

Xiaozao was a little confused. It didn't seem to understand. It was obvious that he didn't use any force, so why did the person bound by it turn into meat?

Seeing that the meat paste was already crawling towards the dirty black marks on the ground, Thor's first thought was to release the partition to stop the meat paste.

However, the magic barrier is like a layer of fragile cellophane, easily corroded and broken through.

Thor stepped forward again, but his spell-casting action was affected by the terrifying radiation that hit him again.

He moved a step slower, and the little girl's fleshy flesh squirmed onto the black stain in the center of the ground and disappeared instantly.

The chaotic aura above his head did not seem to affect the movements of the meat paste.

But strangely, the algae didn't seem to be affected much either.

It even bared its teeth and claws to bite off a piece of the meat.

However, Thor grabbed the end and pulled him back.

"Xiaozao, go back!"

Thor is now resisting the chaotic atmosphere coming from above while paying attention to the movement of the meat paste. He has no time to look after Xiaozao and can only let it go back first.

"What happened up there? Is it the eye of the storm?" Thor frowned, "But the details of the stains here are quite abnormal."

Where is the eye of the storm?

The sudden change made Thor anxious. He stopped observing and stood with his hands down. The fingertips of his right hand suddenly turned translucent gray, softened, and deformed like honey, flowing to the ground and gradually spreading to the vicinity of the black stain.

The diary contained no warnings.

Gray tentacles gradually took shape on the ground, and circles of sharp and sharp teeth protruded from the suction cups at the bottom of the tentacles.

"scandium!"

The tentacle swung downwards, attached to the black stain, and then pulled upwards forcefully...

There was a sound of tearing tape, and gray tentacles pulled a twisted face out of the flat ground!

Thor squatted down and looked at the deformed and rotten face.

It should be the face of a middle-aged woman, but judging from the proportions of the facial features, it is similar to that of a little girl turned into flesh.

"If I guess correctly, you should be the original owner of the old manor, the wizard who was alienated due to pollution, right?"

Suddenly on a business trip, the next chapter is at night. . . . Before twelve o'clock!