Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 138 I Came for You

If anyone else were trapped in this huge pit, they would see a bluish-black face suddenly appear on Thor's face, like a mask.

The mask instantly stretched and elongated, transforming into a thin black stream that shot towards the dark depths of the ground.

The tail of the stream connected to Thor's facial features. After the stream shot out, it stretched thinner and thinner.

But even when it became as thin as a hair, it never broke.

Thor, hidden deep within his consciousness, looked at the unbroken connection with a somewhat solemn expression.

"It seems that it won't be so easy for me to take back my body after all."

After suppressing the evil spirit's main consciousness several times, Thor's spirit began to tire.

Even though Thor can use the spirit ester to absorb the energy of evil spirits, and even though this body has an innate compatibility with Thor's soul, this battle for survival is not easy.

It could even be described as incredibly difficult.

Just as Thor realized once again that the odds of winning this high-stakes gamble were incredibly slim, the black stream that had flown into the dark cavern finally returned.

It contracted rapidly, and its tip came into Thor's view.

The originally bluish-black ghost face split in two, transforming into two identical human faces.

The mouths of the human faces were wide open, each mouth biting a person.

It was Bill and Wright who had run away.

At this moment, the two were in utter misery.

Wright was bitten on the calf and dragged back to the ground, leaving a long trail of blood mixed with dirt.

Ice crystals had formed on his calf where he was bitten, extending to both ends.

Bill fared even worse.

He didn't know what he had done, but the monstrous face had bitten his throat. By now, the ice had spread to his chin, turning his face blue and purple.

He struggled to tear off the ghost face, but couldn't touch the evil spirit at all, so he tried to pick at the ice on his neck.

But every time he grabs a handful of ice shards, more ice crystals form.

By the time Ghostface dragged him in front of Thor, the once powerful and arrogant Bill was already on the verge of death.

Finally, the ghost face released the two of them and returned to Thor's body.

The evil spirit twisted its neck twice, readjusting to the human body.

He crouched down and placed one hand on Bill's face.

Knowing full well what was about to happen, Bill finally showed a look of despair.

His mouth and nose were pressed down by the evil spirit, and he whimpered as if he wanted to say something.

Unfortunately, the evil spirit had no intention of communicating with him.

Just then, Thor suddenly regained control of his body.

He looked at Bill beneath his palm and asked in a low voice, "Back underground, when the evil spirits hadn't caught up with us yet, why did you lead me into the left passage? Why did you have to sacrifice me?"

Bill's pupils contracted to pinpoints as he stared at Thor in disbelief.

Wright, who was standing nearby, also heard Thor's question and sat up immediately, still able to move.

"You, you are Thor?" Wright's voice was filled with shock and a little joy.

But Thor ignored Wright and asked again.

Why?

Bill's eyes began to flicker, and he moved his lips as if he wanted to defend himself.

But Thor stared into his eyes for a moment, then suddenly laughed. "Looks like you're not going to tell the truth."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bill watched in disbelief as the man's expression suddenly changed, his mocking smile turning into a distorted one.

Bill's eyes widened; he seemed to suddenly understand something, but he had no time to say anything.

The evil spirit ripped his soul out.

Bill's soul wasn't as clear and solid as Herman's, but he was struggling nonetheless.

He was very unwilling. It was just a trial trip, how did it turn into his end?

Bill tried to run away, even at the cost of his own body.

If Thor can become an evil spirit, why can't he?

Unfortunately, Bill, who didn't have a deep understanding of spirits, didn't realize that constantly running away would only deplete his fragile spirit.

Wright watched helplessly as Bill was swallowed by the evil spirit.

The extreme fear actually calmed him down a little.

"This evil spirit can't be Thor. He's just a second-level apprentice; even if he became an evil spirit, he couldn't possibly be this powerful immediately."

"After Thor was devoured, his consciousness didn't immediately dissipate. How did he manage to hold on until now?"

Unfortunately, while Wright's earth-elemental magic had buried many people, it had never exorcised any spirits.

The low-level witchcraft he had learned to combat evil spirits was insufficient to effectively harm the enemy before him.

Seeing that the evil spirit was about to devour Bill's soul, Wright frantically tried to recall, "If Thor could do it, there's no reason I can't. Thor is still very weak; he must have exploited some loophole! Danger comes from the unknown, danger comes from the unknown... Wright, think quickly..."

"Oh right, this is Downhand Valley, and that evil spirit is also known as Lord Morton. I remember that name appearing in the information about Downhand Valley. He is, he is..."

Just as Wright was about to find a glimmer of light in his memory, the evil spirit exhaled and discarded Bill's body.

But after dealing with Bill, he didn't rush to deal with Wright, who was standing nearby.

He stood there, a thoughtful expression appearing on his crazed face for the first time.

Several sudden interruptions of consciousness made him realize that something was wrong.

At first, the evil spirit didn't take it seriously, after all, he had spent a long time in the underground in a daze.

He also knew that the reason he was able to maintain his current strength was because he was constantly devouring other evil spirits, vengeful spirits, and even fragments of souls underground.

This also caused confusion in his consciousness, sometimes making him lucid and sometimes making him frantic.

But ever since he accidentally took over the boy's body, his consciousness has gradually returned, and reason has begun to prevail.

However, in this short period of time, he lost consciousness several times!

This is absolutely abnormal!

The evil spirit slowly curled the corners of its mouth. Now that it had discovered the problem, it was no longer a problem.

"Did they devour too many spirits in such a short time? Hmph, restless fellows."

Upon hearing this, Thor, who was watching the show from within his consciousness, curled the corner of his mouth, then immediately withdrew from his consciousness and climbed back onto the diary to settle down.

Leave this body to those chaotic consciousnesses for the time being.

The evil spirit slowly turned towards Wright, who was standing to the side.

The latter still hasn't recalled any history related to Morton.

He tried to step back, but one leg was firmly held and he couldn't move. His mental and magical power were exhausted, and he had no more tools left to harm the evil spirit.

"Waaaah, I promise I'll study hard in my next life..."

The evil spirit looked at the man who was already in despair and twitched its lips in disdain.

"Since there are too many spirits, I might as well just kill you. That would be too easy for you."

The evil spirit raised its hand, and ice crystals condensed at its fingertips.

Just then...

"Lord Morton!"

It wasn't the voice of the human-headed monster.

The evil spirit looked up and saw a figure suddenly appear behind Wright.

He also remembered this person; he had appeared in the underground soul storm as well.

Once on the ground, they vanished without a trace.

"Byron!" Wright had been waiting to die, but unexpectedly a familiar voice suddenly appeared behind him.

But when he looked back, he realized it was just Byron's projection.