Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 406 The Real Illusion

The moment he burst out of the mezzanine, Thor felt as if he had been struck by a beam of black light.

Strangely, he didn't feel injured or uncomfortable anywhere.

Upon returning to the second warehouse, Thor rushed back into his body without a second thought.

Only then did he get up to look at Byron, the senior who came out in front of him.

But when Thor sat up, he froze in place.

Is this... still the second warehouse?

All around were broken walls and ruins.

If he hadn't been lying in the shadows of the corner, he probably would have seen the sunlight falling on the ground as soon as he opened his eyes.

"What happened? How come the wizard's tower collapsed in the blink of an eye?"

"Xiaozao!"

Thor immediately summoned the Soul Devouring Swamp within his body, but no black tentacles responded.

"Penny?"

No silver butterflies flitted about in his peripheral vision.

Thor's expression darkened slightly, but gradually he calmed down.

"Hallucination? Hypnosis?"

He took two steps forward and stretched his hand into the sunlight.

There seemed to be some warmth, yet there wasn't.

"Could it be that last beam of black light?" Thor pondered.

The black light shooting from his eyes hit him but caused him no harm whatsoever. However, since it was meant to be the final trump card to stop him and Senior Byron, it certainly wouldn't be completely useless.

Since the attacks launched by the shards of vengeful spirits are not energy-based damage, they are essentially mental-based damage.

"However, the scene of this illusion is quite interesting. These fragments of vengeful spirits living in the mezzanine of the wizard tower actually create an illusion of the wizard tower collapsing."

Although he might be trapped in an illusion, Thor wasn't too anxious. His immediate priority was to find the illusion's weakness and then exploit it to break its core.

Or you could launch a strong attack.

Thor stepped fully into the sunlight and looked back at the wizard tower behind him.

The floors above the first floor of the Wizard's Tower have completely disappeared. Most of the ceiling on the first floor of the East Tower has also vanished.

The only shadow was where Thor had been lying, which blocked his view upwards.

"It disappeared so cleanly, and even with the remaining fragments on the ground, it could only be pieced together to form two more layers. So where did the rest go?"

Although everything before him was likely an illusion, finding the logical points within the illusion was a breakthrough. Therefore, Thor carefully observed his surroundings and tried to deduce the reason why the Wizard Tower had become what it was now.

"It's like being affected by some powerful witchcraft." Thor walked from the east tower to the west tower.

When he crossed the slope, a lush expanse of vegetation appeared before him.

The East Tower area remains the same as before, with flat land nearby, and grass only starting to appear intermittently a hundred meters away.

But things are different in the West Tower.

Behind a clear boundary line, vegetation grew to waist height.

When the wind blows, this lush green meadow undulates like waves of wheat.

But the scene was anything but beautiful.

When the branches and leaves bend slightly, half of a skull is revealed behind the emerald green.

There are many, many skulls peeking out from behind the grass.

Not just one place, not just one area, not just one region...

Some skulls are higher, allowing you to see the upper palate with a few remaining teeth; others are lower, only revealing two dark eye sockets.

Some skulls are relatively intact, while others show obvious fatal wounds.

But regardless of their height, weight, or condition, they all face the ruins of the Wizard's Tower.

Judging from this height, one is either sitting or kneeling.

Thor walked into the bushes.

The closer you are, the clearer you can see.

It's neither sitting nor kneeling.

Beneath these skulls were rough wooden stakes.

They were neatly arranged and propped up upright on the grass.

Carefully adjusting the direction, they ensured that all the skulls' eyes were aligned with the wizard tower.

Even if Thor considers this a hallucination, such a scene is still far too heavy.

"Who's there?" An old voice suddenly came from the other end of the wizard tower.

Solton was both alarmed and surprised.

It's a good thing that changes occur and that something emerges that can provide feedback.

Thor carefully skirted the skull standing in the grass and hurried toward the source of the sound.

However, he had only gone halfway when a dark gray ray shot out from in front of him.

The magical fluctuations were so clear and familiar that Thor instinctively activated his Spirit Armor spell.

The level 0 sorcery spell failed to penetrate the level 1 spirit armor spell on the necromancer.

But both the attacker and Thor, the defender, were stunned for a moment.

"The magic is working very realistically." Thor looked at his hands; under his mental control, his fingers were rapidly turning translucent. "And they're very sensitive; I can hardly feel any lag caused by the illusion. But it's also possible that the magic I'm casting isn't an illusion."

However, this alone cannot explain why the other party's magical fluctuations were so clear.

Could the other person also have been pulled into the illusion?

Thor took two more steps forward before he saw the person who had just attacked him.

The man had a full head of white hair, a wrinkled face, and eyes that looked like slurry. He was wearing a black wizard's robe and stood somewhat awkwardly behind a broken wall.

After launching an attack on Thor, he stood there, craning his neck as if trying to make out Thor's features.

"You are... Thor?" The other person actually called out his name, and was very surprised, as if they had seen a ghost.

Thor also sensed a familiarity with the other person, as if he had seen him before and was quite familiar with him.

But his memory told him that he had never met this old wizard.

"You, how did you end up here, and, and still so... young? No, you haven't changed at all." The old wizard's gaze swept over Thor's entire body, his astonishment growing.

Thor's gaze fell on the other's cloudy eyes, and he could vaguely tell that both eyes had been severely injured.

Moreover, the original eyes seemed to be a different color.

"You are... Heywood?" Although it's normal to see anything in a dream world, Thor couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"It's me." Haywood squinted and stepped out from behind the broken wall. "Thor, where have you been all these years?"

"These years? How many years? I remember we just met, didn't we?" Thor rolled his eyes and said in agreement.

"Don't you know? The last time we met was a hundred years ago!"

At that moment, Thor wanted to laugh, but there was also a sense of absurd reality to it.

"Really?" Saul countered. "Then do you remember what we talked about the last time we met?"

The aged-looking Haywood fell into deep thought. After a moment, he raised his heavy eyelids and looked at Thor. "You don't believe me? Heh, it seems you've lived a rather chaotic life these past hundred years."

Saul raised his right eyebrow, but offered no defense for himself.

The smile on the aged Haywood's face was fleeting, as if his heavy, sagging skin couldn't support such a long smile.

"Although my body is failing, my memory isn't as muddled as yours. The night before we parted, you came to me asking to borrow Heidi to find something in the mezzanine." The aged Haywood's gaze swept over Thor's head and looked at the sea of ​​grass and corpses behind him, continuing to recall, "But Heidi's condition was unstable, and she was too important to me, so I didn't agree. In the end, I lent you a fish, and you gave me a bottle of potion for body modification."

"Then why haven't you been useful all these years?" Thor looked at the aged Heywood's skin. Although it was full of wrinkles and dull due to age, it was definitely not grayish-white.

"Because I hadn't even fully understood it, a rebellion broke out in the Wizard Tower!" Old Haywood's face suddenly twisted as he cursed loudly, spittle flying far away.

"Those sons of bitches! They betrayed their mentor!"

"They killed Instructor Gorsa!"

Chapter Two at Night

(End of this chapter)