Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 140 Knowledge Changes Destiny

Morton knew that his state was actually chaotic.

In the midst of the soul storm, he could barely maintain his sanity. He was constantly being torn apart, then fused back together, then torn apart again, then fused back together.

It wasn't until he unconsciously devoured many fragments of souls that he slowly regained his consciousness and remembered who he was.

Even so, Morton, having lost part of his soul, would often fall into chaos, frequently vying with other consciousnesses for control of his spirit.

Until he accidentally entered the boy's body, the interference from other consciousnesses was immediately weakened, which allowed him to remain conscious for a long time.

If he truly cannot find his missing soul, it means he will never regain his sanity.

Once this body decays due to death, Morton will return to chaos and never wake up again!

"Hmph, all your tricks are useless underground. But if I find out you've lied to me, I'll make you suffer a terrible death!"

After saying that, Morton looked at Wright, who was lying on the ground and dared not move, and his eyes revealed murderous intent.

Byron noticed this and quickly stopped him: "Lord Morton, this man is also an apprentice in our Wizard Tower. You can let him come along. We need help to draw the magic circle."

Wright immediately looked at Byron's phantom with teary eyes; he hadn't expected that the other would save his life at this moment.

Morton snorted coldly upon hearing this, but didn't actually make a move.

Seeing that Morton had agreed to come over, Byron extinguished the phantom stone in his hand.

The azure stone immediately dulled and shattered, becoming unusable.

Byron touched his throat; he felt he had never spoken so much in his life, and his throat was very sore.

Nick, who had been standing next to Byron, hesitated before speaking, "Senior Byron, what you just said about the mission... is it all true?"

Byron glanced at him. "Made up."

Nick was shocked. He tried to calm himself down; he couldn't get too excited right now.

But he still couldn't help but admire Byron.

Byron was incredibly audacious, fabricating lies to deceive even the evil spirits.

Evil spirits are indeed not very smart due to their confused consciousness, but they are experienced and not easily fooled.

But Byron's explanation was so logical that even Nick almost believed it.

What about the Kema family, Mrs. Yura, marriage alliances, and the Western Treaty?

Byron spoke as if it were the truth!

"Only the mission was made up; everything else is real. Before coming here, I studied the history of the Valley of Fallen Hands many times, just in case. I just didn't expect it to come in handy here." With a sigh, Byron stopped explaining. "Let's get to work, proceed according to plan."

Nick looked down at the device he was holding in his hands. "Can we really save Thor by doing this? He's been possessed for so long, could his consciousness have already died out?"

Byron paused for a moment, then whispered, "Do your best. If it doesn't work, let him die, we'll run away."

Nick didn't know if Byron really thought that way, but he knew that Morton would concentrate all his energy and not pay attention to the outside world when he was undergoing soul fusion.

If the plan changes, they can take the opportunity to escape.

This is why Nick got involved in the project.

Given a high probability of escaping unscathed, Nick is willing to do his part for Saul.

While Byron and Nick were making preparations, Morton was hurrying toward the underground soul storm.

Behind him, Wright staggered along.

As Thor sat in his diary, watching the evil spirit's strides grow longer and its speed increase, he knew that the evil spirit was not as calm as it appeared.

It seems Morton was well aware of the consequences of a broken soul.

I wonder what kind of trap Byron set up there that gave him the confidence to confront the evil spirit head-on?

Thor was almost fooled by Byron, but he finally realized that there was no Lady Yola in the tower at all. Even if there were hidden missions, they should have been issued by the tower master.

If Byron had such a deep relationship with the tower master Gorsa, he wouldn't have almost been expelled from the wizard tower at the age of thirty.

Thor still didn't quite understand why Byron would give up the chance to escape quietly and instead show himself to lure the evil spirit there.

"Does Byron know I'm still alive?"

Saul sat on his diary, stroking his chin, pondering Byron's intentions.

"It's impossible to predict for now, but if Byron really helps Morton merge with the missing soul, it will definitely be disadvantageous for me. Should I take back my body now?" Thor looked at his hands, which were already filled with spirits, and the various consciousnesses that Morton had absorbed were struggling within Thor's mind.

Although it's a pity that I couldn't absorb Wright's consciousness, if Thor were to launch a battle for consciousness now, the undead killed by Morton should be able to cause him considerable trouble.

Unfortunately, just as he thought of this, words immediately appeared in his diary, warning Saul that the time was not yet ripe.

"Is the timing not right, or is it too early? Or is there something I haven't considered?"

Despite being warned by the diary, Thor in his spirit form wasn't particularly afraid.

While the evil spirit was on its way, he lowered his head and re-analyzed the precautions and success rate of the battle for consciousness.

Because it was controlling Thor's body, the evil spirit was not very fast.

Although he could have easily abandoned Thor's body and run back, it was clear that the evil spirit couldn't bear to give up the body that allowed him to walk in the sunlight.

Filled with questions, Thor followed the evil spirit and finally approached the cave where the soul storm was located.

The two ghosts and one person passed through an extremely narrow passage and entered a spacious area.

To say it's spacious would be an understatement.

In the center of the cave floor, there is a bottomless crack, at the bottom of which is darkness that even flames cannot illuminate.

A small whirlwind, no more than a meter in diameter, hangs between the cracks.

The whirlwind was grayish-white, containing no pebbles or soil. Although it appeared to be very strong, it did not disturb even a small piece of sand or gravel on the ground.

The wind howled, and strange murmurs and wails could be heard from time to time, making people feel dizzy and irritated.

Occasionally, you might see a face or a hand trying to escape the storm, only to be quickly pulled back in.

Morton stopped near the rift, looking at the soul storm with a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

This small storm of the soul has trapped the consciousness and spirit of countless people.

Morton was also tormented in there for a long time.

If it weren't for his broken soul, he wouldn't want to go back to this place.

After pausing to gaze at the soul storm for a few moments, Morton was certain that Byron had not lied to him about it.

The current soul storm is indeed unstable, and some broken souls are gradually breaking free from the storm's pull.

If this soul storm truly dissipates, then Morton's lost portion of his soul will also be sent into the unknown underground by the final impact of the storm's eruption.

He shifted his gaze to Byron, who was standing to the side.

Byron was no longer an illusion. When he saw Morton looking over, he immediately bowed and bowed, his expression becoming increasingly respectful.

A man stood beside Byron, bowing with him expressionlessly.

Saul recognized him as Nick, who had been unconscious for a long time.

At this moment, Wright, who had finally climbed up to this spot, laboriously moved to Nick's side.

Seeing Wright's disheveled appearance, Nick's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything else.

In front of Nick, there were also some experimental props.

Saul noticed that the small inductor that Nick had brought was also inside.

It only has some of the functions of an electric chair, but it is very portable.

Morton looked around before walking up to the pile of props. "Is this how you found me a missing soul? With this pile of junk?"

(End of this chapter)