Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 46 Adding fuel to the fire, and then adding another...

Saul waved his hand, trying to pry open the hardcover book.

He had no time to observe the changes in the mask in his hand; he had to keep a close eye on the infighting between the evil spirit and Peggy.

Because Peggy's plan to shift the blame failed, the evil spirit should have already realized it, so the two began to fight for control of the body.

He couldn't let the two enemies reconcile; he had to add fuel to the fire.

"Senior! What do we do? The evil spirit didn't fall for it! Do you have a way to lure it back to this mask? I promise we can catch it this time!"

Peggy's one eye, including the white of her eye, had turned completely black, while her other eye, which was still relatively normal, was bloodshot. She turned her gaze solely towards Thor.

"You bastard, I underestimated you!"

Thor didn't give Peggy a chance to continue speaking, pulling up his mask and standing up, occasionally making aiming gestures.

"Senior, hurry up and force the evil spirit out! Once it comes out, I promise I can trap it... ugh... the stench will kill it!"

"Ah!!!!!" Peggy's other eye also turned black, and her expression became more and more painful. She no longer had time to pay attention to Thor.

She pressed her hands against her eyes, as if trying to gouge out her eyeballs, but in the end she could only pull on her eyelids.

"Rip—"

Saul couldn't help but flinch, almost losing his composure.

"Senior, hurry up and force it out!"

Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, Peggy, her face covered in blood, turned to Thor and roared, "Give me that mask! Now, or I'll kill you!"

"Okay," Thor replied immediately, tossing what he was holding out. "Catch it, senior!"

Peggy's vision was distorted as she saw Thor throw something at her.

"This guy knows what's good for him; we can give him a quick death later."

She reached out to take it, pinching a piece of rough-textured leather, much larger than the mask.

"Is this my skin?"

A moment of doubt flashed through Peggy's mind.

"Quick, senior! That mask has undergone an incredible change after being possessed by an evil spirit!"

Hearing Saul's urging, Peggy, whose brain had already been turned into a mess, didn't have time to think and quickly smeared the piece of leather on her face.

But as soon as the leather touched her face, Peggy realized something was wrong.

The evil spirit showed no sign of being driven away; instead, it screamed and tried to burrow into her brain.

"ah!!!"

"Well!!!!"

"Alas!!!!"

Peggy's voice constantly shifts between high-pitched and low-pitched.

She knew she had been fooled again; the leather was definitely not the skin from her leg.

Moreover, the leather seemed to have some kind of enveloping and concealing property. After she covered her face with the leather, she found that the evil spirit that originally wanted to leave her body immediately shrank back!

"Damn it!!!"

Her vocal cords were also torn, and she could not speak clearly.

Peggy gave up fighting for the head, regained control of her hands, and tried to remove the leather from her face.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, Saul, who had been watching from a distance, suddenly pounced and pinned Peggy to the ground, covering her face with his hands to prevent the pale yellow leather from leaving her skin.

Yes, that pale yellow leather was the one Kongsa lent to Thor to conceal the scent of the corpse.

Thor just had a sudden inspiration to use it to shake Peggy, and it worked surprisingly well.

In short, the evil spirit must not be allowed to leave Peggy's body.

As long as neither of you comes out, you can fight as you please.

"Ugh—"

Peggy has completely given up on the evil spirit wreaking havoc within her; now, her greatest hatred is for Thor.

She stretched out her ghostly hands and desperately tried to scratch Thor's face, while kicking her feet wildly on the ground, trying to throw Thor off her.

However, the evil spirit within her kept holding her back, preventing her from using her full strength.

As time passed, Peggy's struggles lessened until she stopped moving altogether.

Thor didn't release Peggy immediately, but continued pressing her for about ten minutes.

He felt that Peggy's face had probably been flattened by his pressing.

Then, Thor chanted a spell and slowly freed one hand to make a gesture.

Once ready, he abruptly ripped open the pale yellow leather and unleashed a Strike Necromancer strike at Peggy's face!

Peggy's body twitched, but there was no other reaction.

Her face was bluish-purple, her mouth was wide open, and there were deep finger marks on her face and neck.

I don't know if he was killed by an evil spirit or strangled by Thor.

But if Peggy and the undead hadn't been fighting each other, Thor wouldn't have had a chance to kill her at all.

Thor didn't dare to relax and continued to unleash his attacks on Peggy's face.

Two spells are his current limit.

Saul, panting heavily, climbed off Peggy.

"……Um?"

A soft hum sounded behind him, startling Thor, who turned around abruptly.

Byron, who hadn't been seen for a long time, stood at the door, looking at everything inside with a somewhat blank expression.

"Senior?" Thor was completely exhausted, with very little magic left. He could only stand there, his chest heaving and his hands trembling.

Byron strode in, closed the door behind him, came to Thor's side, grabbed Thor's arm, and pulled him behind him.

He moved his mouth, making short, indistinct sounds, then pointed at Peggy on the ground.

The latter suddenly leaped up from the ground, opened his mouth wide, and was about to rush towards Byron, but was struck by a black line emitted from Byron's fingertip.

Peggy's body and soul both wailed.

Her hideous appearance quickly decayed, and she collapsed to the ground halfway there, turning into a dried-up corpse.

Nevertheless, she, or rather the evil spirit within her, launched an attack at the last moment.

The gusts of wind whipped up by his hands were like knives, cutting deep, bone-revealing wounds into Byron's body.

He was immediately covered in blood.

But that was it. Peggy's decaying body could no longer move, and the shadowy figure formed by the evil spirit vanished and dissipated, leaving only a wisp of black smoke.

With trembling hands, Saul took out the intimidation mask he had just acquired, and, suppressing his nausea, put it on to examine his face.

He had just witnessed Peggy's death, and although he had dealt two blows to the undead, he had been careless. If Byron hadn't noticed that the evil spirit was still there, he might still have met his end.

Thor didn't see the shadowy figure anywhere.

Byron's final blow finally eliminated all the hidden dangers.

Before he could vomit, Thor quickly put away his mask and wrapped it in pale yellow leather to suppress his odor.

Byron's wounds are gradually healing.

The level two apprentices are so powerful.

However, even someone as skilled as Byron could not become a Level 3 apprentice before the age of thirty.

Thor's heart sank as he realized just how difficult it was to become a wizard.

But he didn't remain dejected for long. He walked over and, as if belatedly realizing something, asked, "Senior, what brings you here?"

Byron turned around and looked at Thor with an incredibly complex expression.

He spoke.

No, it was the wounds on his body that were making the noise.

The sounds were continuous, as if many people were speaking at the same time.

"I saw your note, but it was during a crucial period for my promotion to level three, so I came to see you today."

"Senior, you're a Level 3 Apprentice now?" Thor grinned, revealing a set of small white teeth.

He was genuinely happy for Byron.

"Not yet, but completing the promotion this month shouldn't be a problem. Anyway, what are you doing here? This isn't a battle you should be involved in."

Saul gave a wry smile: "I was forced to join this frenzy too."

He briefly explained the entire process of the design and counterattack.

"You... truly exceed my expectations. Perhaps even if I hadn't intervened, you could have dealt with that severely injured evil spirit."

Byron's voice began to fade as his wounds began to heal.

He looked at Peggy's mangled body on the ground and shook his head, saying, "I was the one who found Peggy to take over my job, but I never expected that she would die after only ten days."

Thor's heart skipped a beat. "Senior, you two seem to get along quite well?"

Byron shook his head. "Between apprentices, it's all about exchanging favors. I have nothing to do with her, but Saul... I owe you."

(End of this chapter)