Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 563 Bloodstained Performance

Monte's originally complete consciousness ultimately only provided half a black page, unable to even perform the most basic communication.

Thor was also worried about his body outside, so without further hesitation, he left the consciousness platform.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Xiao Zao hanging on him, running wildly on the rooftops of the settlement.

Beside them was Herman, who could only move his upper body, holding his legs with one hand and a branch of the algae with the other, moving along with them.

Meanwhile, a giant second-order termite was rapidly approaching from dozens of meters behind.

Inside the termite's mouth, one of Mondon's hands was still being chewed.

"What's going on? It's not working yet?"

Thor immediately accelerated his flight, and propelled by the algae, he sped up even faster.

Herman said anxiously from the side, "At first there was a reaction, but after the termites ate Monte's body, the magical fluctuations on his body actually became stronger again, and there were even faint signs of advancement!"

Thor looked back at the termites whose armor had become even sharper, knowing that they had begun to enter the final breakthrough stage.

If he eats himself again, he might actually succeed in advancing to the next level!

"How many candles are left?" Thor asked quickly.

"There's only one piece left. It doesn't seem very interested in the candle anymore. The piece I just threw out only made it hesitate for a moment, but it didn't rush to swallow it."

"Now we're even more attracted to it."

Saul held out his hand. "Give me the last candle."

Hermann handed the last section of the candle, which was less than two centimeters long, to Saul without hesitation.

Thor took the candle, held it in his palm for a moment, then tossed it directly into the termite's mouth.

Faced with food that was just along the way, the termite did not hesitate this time, opening its mouth and swallowing Monte's arm along with it.

Thor took the opportunity to accelerate again and arrived at his final destination, the Garden of the Dead.

He immediately spotted the basement exposed after the collapse of the courtyard, casually put Herman back into his diary, and swooped down.

There were several narrow-necked bottles lying on the floor in the basement, filled with a pale yellow liquid.

At this moment, the termites behind them had caught up again.

Saul jumped straight into the courtyard and picked up a bottle from the basement.

He opened the bottle, and an extremely pungent smell hit his nostrils.

It tastes like mint mixed with mentholatum and mustard.

The stimulation made Saul's nasal cavity burn, and even his brain felt like it was on fire.

He quickly held his breath and even put on a layer of close-fitting mage armor.

He then conjured a drop of liquid in his palm, handed it in, and put the stopper back on.

When he turned around, termites were already falling from the sky, swarming towards him.

Thor casually tossed the bottle at the termites, rolled over, and detonated the bottle on the way.

The pungent smell immediately filled the basement, but the termites became interested in the liquid in the bottle, and for a moment abandoned Thor and lay down on the ground to suck it up.

Thor was still wearing his mage armor. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he leaped a few times and returned to the dilapidated roof of the upper level of the Pandaria.

Just then, a voice sounded behind him.

"It's taking a bit longer than I expected." Kismet appeared out of nowhere and slowly walked to Thor's side, looking down at the termites feasting below.

"This formic acid is what worker ants mix with food and feed it to the queen. The termite in front of us isn't a queen yet, but it can transform into one whenever it needs to reproduce. Tsk tsk, it's about to advance to the next level, a third-order carpenter termite. Once it becomes queen, it'll be a genuine Beechcraft."

Thor ignored Kismet and focused intently on watching the termites feed.

Kismet turned his head and asked curiously, "My master's brother, why aren't you running away? Aren't you going to take this opportunity to break the magic circle on the wall and prepare to offer yourself up as the next meal for Bichye?"

Thor remained calm. "There's no need to run anymore."

Kismet's smiling expression betrayed a hint of suspicion as he looked down again to examine the termites below, gradually noticing something amiss.

By this time, the termites had already eaten up the liquid spilled on the ground, but they did not chase after them again.

It lay on the ground, its whole body contorted.

The hard shell of the insect continued to thicken and grow larger.

However, the newly formed insect carapace clashed with the original one. They either pressed together directly or slid through the gaps in the original carapace and into the flesh, transforming the protective shell into a bone spur that could harm the body!

The termite's body is also growing rapidly, but this growth is still distorted.

Its limbs were bent inwards, while its head was turned upwards, and its huge body was squeezed together, constantly making a "crackling" sound.

Then even the tissues inside the body were squeezed out by the abnormally grown carapace and internal limbs, and the huge abdomen burst open with a pop, white and black fluid flowing all over the ground.

Thor remained indifferent, inwardly letting out a long sigh of relief.

Then, glancing sideways at the shocked Kismet, he said, "After confirming that he was interested in candles made of formic acid, I added something to a more concentrated formic acid solution and fed it to him."

Thor lowered his head, continuing to watch the demise of a second-tier demonic creature.

"This arched termite was not born naturally; I discovered that it doesn't even have a stable spiritual body."

Therefore, the diary reminds Thor that the archback termites cannot be pulled into the consciousness platform to be eliminated.

Because it's like trying to lift tofu with a thin thread—it's impossible.

Just like the boy Thor met who faked his death and escaped, it was forced to mature prematurely.

Even if such an existence advances to the third rank, it will soon perish.

Because in unclaimed land, polluted everywhere, it simply cannot withstand it.

I wonder if the Great Shaman Monte is aware of this?

At this moment, the already swollen and deformed termite head suddenly exploded, scattering broken shells all over the ground, revealing that there was hardly any soft body tissue left inside.

Clearly, the body's rapid growth has drained all the nutrients inside.

Despite its six legs still twitching, Thor could already tell that this was a highly likely candidate for advancement to the third tier of termites...

They're completely dead!

Thor immediately used his black blade, severing the only remaining intact and stable ant wing by the roots with a few quick snaps, and then stored it in his storage device.

At this moment, the shock in Kismet's eyes had turned into admiration.

He stared intently at Thor, slapped his forehead, and exclaimed with a smile, "You truly are my favorite master ever! Please allow me to dedicate a song to you~"

"Can I choose for myself?" Thor asked, turning his head with a smile.

"Of course! But I don't know much."

Thor approached, and while Kismet was waiting, he suddenly threw a punch!

"Bang!"

"Hmm!"

Kismet was punched hard in the face by Thor's fist, which was covered in dark energy!

The skin at the corner of his mouth was cracked, and blood dripped down his chin onto his robe.

"Your cries of pain are quite good."

After saying that, Saul turned and jumped into the basement.

Kismet touched the swollen left side of his face. He could have easily erased the scars on his face, and he could have avoided taking that punch.

However, he understood that if someone was truly angered, he should let them vent their anger.

Kismet pulled a harp from behind him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his other hand, and carefully smeared it on the strings.