Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 201 The Pearl of Flame

Seeing that Xiaozha's attack was thwarted, Thor immediately flipped over and jumped onto the arm step, continuously unleashing Strike Undead from his palm.

His mental state was stable, and his magic power was abundant. He unleashed his most effective attack on the undead, like a machine gun firing "rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"

The arms of those humans were struck by the black light and immediately withered like cotton touched by a flame.

But as soon as the original arm retracted, new arms began to appear one after another.

Moreover, the shapes of the newly appearing arms are becoming increasingly strange, with some even resembling the arms of arthropods and wild beasts.

However, Thor was prepared for the problem of not being able to get close.

The python-thick tentacles suddenly split into many parts in mid-air, like a tangled rope suddenly untangling, spreading out like a giant net falling down.

The tips of all the fingers-thick tentacles split open into shark-like mouths, from which black, sharp teeth grew.

Some landed on the arm, some were caught by the arm, and some were lucky enough to pass through many obstacles and get close to the big insect.

But no matter which tentacle it is, the moment it touches the enemy, it opens its mouth 180 degrees and bites down!

"Huffing and puffing, huffing and puffing!"

Small cracks suddenly appeared on the white, fleshy worm, which was essentially made of fat.

As long as the very tip of the mouth isn't grabbed, the head of the tentacles can continue to extend until their mouths bite the target.

The fine, sharp shark teeth burrowed rapidly into the flesh upon contact, creating numerous large and small holes in the giant worm's body, gradually deepening the wound.

However, these small pits were still too small for the giant human-faced worm, and Ralph's head continued to lick the ground, looking completely mesmerized.

At this moment, the thickest tentacle, which was still outside, suddenly opened its mouth wide, and a crystal bottle, wrapped by a black tongue, extended out, right above the worm's tiny wound.

Meanwhile, the nearby arms were all entangled with other tentacles and Thor's sorcery, ignoring this tentacle that showed no intention of approaching.

"Whoosh—"

The black attack on the necromancer suddenly paused, followed by a sharp arrow.

The arrow pierced the fragile crystal bottle, spilling a clear liquid that immediately filled the room with the smell of kerosene.

The moment the crystal bottle shattered, the tiny tentacles that were still entangled with the arms immediately severed their tips and retracted.

The arm splashed with liquid twisted grotesquely, and Ralph was finally brought back to consciousness by the pain.

His oily body trembled suddenly, and he raised his head from the ground, where only a little blood remained.

The butler's head was nestled within those extremely thin lips, his eyes now empty, gaping holes, yet facing outwards, leisurely peering into the afterlife.

Ralph shut his mouth, his face quickly disappearing from the front and squeezing out from the skin facing Thor.

However, that was the hardest-hit area, covered in the transparent liquid, especially the wounds created by the algae, which festered much faster than the skin and the area on the arm. Small pits turned into large pits through corrosion.

"Hey!!!" Ralph, who had just squeezed his head out, suddenly raised his upper body and roared. There was not much pain in his voice, and his resistance was much stronger than the arm on his body.

Saul saw the heads in his throat contorting in agony, including the butler's head, but with a faint, relieved smile on his face.

Despite being covered in wounds, Ralph the human-faced worm was still able to move. His entire body began to contract inward, like a spring poised to spring into action.

Thor immediately realized that the other party was about to launch an attack.

The image of it leaping up like a spring and swallowing Victor is still vivid in my mind.

He tensed up, but did not immediately flee to the basement exit.

His plan isn't over yet!

Thor lowered his hands, and two sorcery scrolls fell from his sleeves into his left and right palms respectively. He raised his hands again, about to throw the scrolls out.

However, a red light suddenly appeared in his arms, and the figure of the knight Olaf instantly appeared in front of him.

Olaf lunged toward the exit, his previously upright yet somewhat foolish expression vanishing.

His translucent face grinned maliciously. "Shameless thief, you'll die here too! Daring to covet the glory of Bloodthorn, pay with your life!"

But Olaf's figure stopped abruptly half a meter away from the crimson magic crystal. He tried to move forward, but he couldn't move at all.

"What's going on?" Olaf seemed somewhat panicked; this was clearly not part of his plan. "Why can't I get out?"

Thor ignored Olaf's surprise and didn't tell him that behind the spirit, Olaf's feet were actually still inside the crimson crystal.

He didn't even tell the knight that he was the one who did it.

Thor had no time to deal with the Wraith Knight. His hands moved non-stop as he swiftly flung out the sorcery scroll in his left hand while simultaneously activating the Spirit Armor spell he had been holding in his right hand for a long time!

A transparent barrier instantly enveloped Thor, also trapping Olaf, who was only half a meter away from him.

The magic scroll flying in the air spontaneously combusted without fire, instantly turning into a huge fireball that directly met the fat worm charging towards it with tremendous kinetic energy.

The ultimate technique of countless wizards—the Great Fireball!

No, it's actually an extremely powerful Tier 2 sorcery scroll, the Orb of Flame!

Second-tier sorcery is a powerful spell that can only be learned by third-level apprentices. The Flame Orb, in particular, is renowned for its destructive power!

"Since it's oil, there's no reason it shouldn't be afraid of fire," Thor muttered.

Almost the most destructive level 2 sorcery collided head-on with the ricocheting fat worm.

The two forces, carrying immense energy, collided in mid-air, instantly distorting the air and creating a violent explosion at the center of the impact.

Amidst the dazzling sparks, Thor vaguely saw a fleshy white dumpling being thrown back by the blast wave, and the entire room was shaking.

Fortunately, the basement was reinforced with witchcraft, otherwise it would have definitely collapsed.

Thor's spirit armor also trembled continuously, and under the constant drain from the impact of the explosion, it did not last long before quickly dissolving.

But this was also part of Saul's plan.

He watched as the human-faced worm rolled painfully on the ground, knocking over all the furnishings in the room and extinguishing most of the flames on its body.

However, a few sparks still stubbornly burned on his body—because the crystal bottle that Xiao Zao had just spat out did not contain the antidote, but rather flammable grease mixed with a small amount of the antidote.

This stuff is very cheap, so Ralph's lab has a lot of it.

Now, due to the nibbling of the algae, the explosion of the Flame Pearl, and the subsequent burning fueled by the oil, the insect has many large wounds on its body.

These exposed wounds are no longer white, but reveal white fascia that is squeezed full of pale yellow fat.

The arms that had emerged were also torn to pieces by the explosion and the rolling of the insects.

A black tentacle with a small flame at its tip rushed forward again, opening its mouth wide as the insect rolled around, and using its black tongue to roll out a crystal bottle that was a size smaller than the one before.

This time, the bottle was filled with a pale golden, oily liquid that swirls around.

"Snap!" The familiar arrow shot out and shattered the crystal bottle once again.

The viscous liquid fell into the large wound, immediately producing a sizzling, corrosive sound.

A white fascia was instantly melted, and the pale yellow fat surrounding it sank in like butter being poured into a pan, no longer able to provide protection.

The wound was rapidly expanding, and a large pit appeared on the insect's body surface in an instant.

"Ha!!!!!" A scream of agony rang out.

The human-faced worm, emitting a burnt smell, writhed on the ground.

This time it was for real; the pain from the antidote immediately overshadowed all the other injuries.

Ralph suddenly looked up at Thor.

Even with his facial features stretched to their limit, making his expression unreadable, he still exuded a deep resentment.

He ignored his injuries and only wanted to tear the villain who had caused him so much pain to shreds.

The insect's body compressed again, but due to extensive corrosion, the process was much slower than before.

Thor knew he couldn't wait any longer; the antidote had already been delivered into the dermis and subcutaneous tissue, and Ralph was doomed this time!

He didn't bother to see what happened next and turned to run away.

The knight, whose feet were still stuck in the blood-red crystal, was instantly flung in half an arc and forced to follow Thor's movements.

Behind Ralph was a black tentacle that was rapidly retracting.

"Bang!"

Thor escaped from the basement, turned around and waited for Xiaozao to come out, then immediately closed the basement door.

The magic instantly erased the connection to the door, and a stream of magical light immediately resealed the entrance.

boom!!!!!

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of something hitting the door.

But the gate remained completely still.

The entire castle trembled slightly, but the basement door wasn't even flung open a crack.

Thor stood up, raised his hand and extinguished the flames on Xiao Zao's head, then patted the black ash off his hands and sighed.

"As expected of a wizarding family with a century-old tradition, this basement door is incredibly sturdy!"

I just realized the group number is right below the profile. Manually syncing every day is exhausting.

(End of this chapter)