Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 256 The Restless Horde of Corpses

The face of the half-woman, whose arms and fingers were like spiders, slammed hard against the ground with a loud thud.

A huge crack appeared running through the stone platform, and it began to shake even more violently.

The half-bodied monster woman stopped moving, seemingly broken apart from the fall. However, because she was a conscious being, there was no bloody or mangled scene.

Outside, this woman might be terrifying, but within Thor's consciousness platform, dealing with her would be a piece of cake.

The three consciousnesses watching from the sidelines shivered in unison, as if they were the shattered stone slab.

Despite suppressing his completely corrupted consciousness, Thor's expression remained grim.

A layer of white frost slowly crept onto his skin, just like the madness gradually settling in his eyes.

Morton, who was standing not far away, realized something was wrong and immediately called out, "Master, please calm down, something is wrong with you."

Thor immediately looked up at Morton, the coldness in his eyes sending a chill down Morton's spine.

But the chill quickly receded, and a little warmth returned.

Thor blinked, trying not to let his anger control him.

"The power of the grinding juice is not enough. If I rely solely on my willpower to stay here, there is a risk of losing control at any moment. I should retreat first and study this uncontrollable evil spirit another time."

Thinking of this, Saul raised the diary in his hand.

The half-woman who had just appeared transformed back into tattered black pages and flew back into the diary.

The pages were smaller this time, as if Thor had used his tentacles to attack the woman and depleted her energy.

Thor looked at the other three again.

The group immediately understood and transformed into streaks of black light, returning to the diary and reverting to black pages.

The stone platform beneath their feet stabilized again, but the starlight around them continued to flash rapidly.

The starlight increasingly resembled a pair of eyes, blinking frantically, as if conveying some kind of signal.

The starry sky, which only serves as a warning to other consciousnesses, appears to Thor as a real sky, a sight that is both breathtaking and awe-inspiring.

If it weren't for the fact that simple consciousnesses are prone to extreme emotions here, Thor wouldn't mind staying a little longer.

He slammed the diary shut with his fingers, closed his eyes, and exited the consciousness platform.

The moment he opened his eyes, the magic crystals that held the magic array beneath his feet shattered instantly, and even the magic array he had painstakingly drawn spontaneously combusted and destroyed itself.

Thor quickly dodged the flames and jumped out of the magic circle.

"The formation has been damaged quite badly this time. Could it be because I moved around too much inside? This can't go on forever; we need to find a way to reinforce the formation."

After leaving the consciousness space, Thor's volatile emotions were dispelled, and his state gradually returned to peace.

"It seems that to enter the consciousness platform multiple times, I need to prepare enough drugs to stabilize the consciousness or emotions. The Sound-Grinding Fruit is good, but I don't have enough in stock right now, and the duration of each session is also limited. I almost lost control just now."

Thor decided to refine large quantities of the Sound-Grinding Fruit to extract its essence and extend its lifespan, while continuing to search for higher-level alternatives.

"However, I don't have any ideas on high-level alternatives yet, so it's more reliable to get more Sound-Grinding Fruit."

"Billy probably doesn't have any left. Maybe I can try searching around Mossport Town. Although they were ravaged by the barbarians, they should still have some seeds or stock. The last wandering apprentice who appeared seemed reliable enough; he should try his best to restore the Mossport fields."

Thor stroked his chin, preparing to grab some cleaning tools to tidy up the debris on the ground, but as soon as he turned around, he was startled by the person behind him.

"drink!"

Behind Saul, among the rows of shelves, stood dozens of corpses.

Unlike before, they all opened their empty eyes and stared straight at Thor.

And closest to him was Hermann's corpse.

The "cosmetically enhanced" corpse was now pressed against the edge of the shelf, seemingly trying to cross that invisible boundary.

From the unfathomable depths of his dark eyes, Thor seemed to hear a continuous series of...

"Help me, help me, help me..."

"Herman?" Thor backed away step by step until his back hit the lab table.

He put his hands behind his back and discreetly groped for things in the table.

As Herman's corpse opened its mouth, cries also came from the empty eyes of the other corpses.

Some people, like Herman, were calling for help, while others were talking, but their voices were muffled and the specific content was unclear.

Thor didn't try to listen to the specifics either.

As the noise grew louder, the corpses began to move again.

Because they had appeared without warning in the corridor outside the bronze gate, Thor had never seen them move and assumed that these corpses could teleport like Gorsa.

I finally saw it today.

They don't teleport; they walk like normal people. But as they move, they create multiple shadows in the air, as if several people are moving at the same time.

This creates a visual illusion; as long as you don't stare at them, it's easy to overlook their presence.

So when people come to their senses, they will find that there are many more terrifying figures around them.

Gently pull open the drawer and feel a cylindrical object.

Slow down your movements to avoid provoking the horde of zombies.

Thor slowly brought the object in his hand to his face.

Those were red candles made with his blood.

With the appearance of the red candle, the previously noisy and restless horde of corpses suddenly quieted down.

Saul quickened his pace slightly, took out the lamplighter that was also in the drawer, and lit the candle.

The horde of corpses opposite gradually closed their eyes, and as the black hole closed, the cries for help completely disappeared.

Thor then slowly approached the horde of corpses, holding up a candle.

He walked right up to Herman, who made no further reaction, only turning his face toward the candle in Saul's hand.

Thor placed the candle on the ground not far in front of the horde of corpses, and only retreated slowly after seeing all the corpses lower their heads.

"I've examined them many times, and I haven't found a soul in the bodies, but they still retain a certain level of consciousness and can move on their own. Could it be that consciousness also resides within the physical body?"

"But why would they call for help? And where did those cries come from?"

A term popped into Saul's mind—mezzanine.

The Wizard Tower has 22 floors, plus an additional mezzanine where no living person exists.

Within the mezzanine surrounding the warehouse lies a dark space filled with eyes. Here, Thor's soul is burned; he can only endure it for a few seconds at most.

There is also a hidden compartment inside the bronze door outside the warehouse.

Thor deduced that it must be the entrance to the mezzanine. Those slender, delicate hands served as guardians, refraining from coveting the vibrant souls within.

The weakest point of attack is probably the pipes connecting the candles.

Although those mouths can hurt a lot, their fighting ability is terrible. Even if you accidentally fall in, you can try to fight back.

So, by that logic, there are already eyes, mouths, and hands inside the interlayer. It seems that the souls of a group of people have also been dismembered.

What about the other parts of the soul?

As a soul, does it also feel pain after being dismembered?

(End of this chapter)