Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 583 The World-Destroying Black Tide

Thor was genuinely shocked by what Camus said.

The substances and soil inside the beast he brought back from a small world devoid of magic and active elemental particles turned out to be related to the source of pollution.

If these things are indeed dormant sources of pollution, wouldn't that mean that inside that small world, there are terrifying sources of pollution just like in the No Man's Land?

"Thank goodness there's no magic there, otherwise wouldn't it be a world full of pollution and mutation?" Thinking this, Thor's heart suddenly raced again. "Wait, could it have been destroyed by this kind of pollution?"

Thor immediately took out the tentacles he had isolated and preserved after absorbing the contamination for several wizards.

Each tentacle is a translucent gray, with only a droplet-shaped black object visible inside.

Thor knew that these black objects were the source of the black tide-like pollution that had invaded his consciousness space, but apart from using them to trick people, he didn't have any particularly good way to deal with them.

We can only keep the parts that are not needed for now.

Studying pollution is also very dangerous, and Thor plans to wait until he advances to the second level, takes proper precautions, and then begin in-depth research.

Unexpectedly, today, we discovered another form of this black tidal pollution source in a desolate little world.

"Camus, do you know what this water-drop-like contamination is? Why do all the problematic wizards I've encountered in the No Man's Lands have this contamination?"

Camus lowered his eyes but did not answer Saul's question.

The old witch whispered from the side, "Don't bother asking about the origins of this matter. Firstly, it won't do you any good, and secondly, this matter shouldn't be known to wizards below the third rank."

Thor turned around. "How did you know?"

The old witch raised her hand to pick at her ear. "Of course, I overheard it."

The severed finger behind her head twitched, as if to say that everything was related to it.

Considering that the old witch was once hunted by two third-level beings, it's possible that besides stealing some things, she also learned something she shouldn't have known.

However, while this black tide pollution is extremely dangerous for other wizards, for Thor, it's just a matter of sleeping for three more days at most.

Thinking about this, Thor changed his mind about leaving the beast behind.

After Agu finished testing the beast's body tissues, he had the others reassemble the dismembered beast—in preparation to throw it back into the small world at some point.

It's better not to leave such a beast, whose body is full of pollutants, in the no man's land.

Who knows if the high concentration of elemental particles here might awaken the dormant Kuroshio?

Next, when Thor was alone, he examined the gold coins in the Chaotic Compass and found that the surface of the gold coins was slightly dull.

"As expected, even with the crying and smiling face coins that can power the compass, we're not entirely safe. These coins must have usage restrictions. I just wonder where else I can get these coins with spatial attributes."

"Or is there any way to recharge him?"

Although Thor still had some unanswered questions about the Chaos Realm and the compass, he had at least prepared a place to hide.

With the defensive position secured, you can now confidently prepare for your promotion.

Just as Thor was using the headless body that Brando had hastily left behind to begin testing the mana-filled pool, the Inquisition also dispatched a large number of people to block several entrances to the No Man's Land, checking every passerby attempting to enter.

Although they were ordered that the thieves who stole important treasures from the Eternal Night Empire would try to enter the No Man's Land, they had no way to directly seal it off.

Because the No Man's Land is one of the most resource-rich regions on the entire continent of Statt.

Even many third-tier wizards and even fourth-tier wizards have a need for the magical materials inside.

Where there is demand, there is purchase; where there is purchase, there is transportation.

Even though the Tribunal is the most powerful organization on the continent of Neflet, with a large number of third-tier wizards and two fourth-tier wizards, it cannot directly seal the passage.

Especially when even they themselves don't know how long they will have to keep it sealed.

Fortunately, while some people did enter the No Man's Land, the number was not large. After the Tribunal deployed several second-tier wizards and one third-tier wizard at each entrance and exit, they were able to screen almost everyone.

On this day, three wizards arrived at the exit of the Valley of Fallen Hands almost one after the other.

Two of them rode in spider-like chariots, while another rode a Flying Roar—a demonic creature that resembled a tiger but had no stripes and two pairs of fleshy wings.

The two wizards riding in the spider-like chariot, one a first-tier and the other a second-tier, immediately showed fear upon seeing the members of the Tribunal.

Their expression changed drastically when they heard the other party ask them to remove all their disguises.

But looking at the third-tier wizards standing with their hands behind their backs on the cliff, they obediently took off their hoods.

One of the first-tier wizards even transformed from a handsome young man into an old man with gray hair.

Although the wizards of the tribunal chuckled inwardly, once they determined that their strength was not at the third tier, they disregarded their pretense and let them pass.

At this moment, a third wizard, completely concealed under a cloak, arrived at the entrance on a flying roar.

"The Eternal Night Empire is hunting down fugitives. Everyone entering the No Man's Land must be checked." The first to speak was a witch who looked quite young and had a kind face. "Please remove all your disguises."

The person under the hood stirred, but did not remove the hood. Instead, the magical beast he rode emitted uneasy growls.

The hood was engraved with a magic array that concealed the fluctuations, making it impossible for others to directly see the person's appearance and strength.

The young witch frowned slightly and repeated what she had said.

But the visitor still did not remove his hood.

The second-tier wizards behind immediately exchanged glances and stood shoulder to shoulder with the witch, wary of any suspicious behavior that might lead to a sudden attack.

At that moment, the person hidden in the hood looked up at the wizard standing on the cliff and finally reached out a hand towards the hood on his head.

Despite his attempt to remove his disguise, the wizards of the tribunal remained vigilant.

They knew that this was often when the enemy would launch a sudden attack.

But this time was different. The wizard riding the Flying Roar slowly removed the hood that had been completely covering his face, revealing a...

Her beauty was enough to leave several second-tier wizards stunned and speechless.

Their gazes lingered on each other's eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth, finding every feature beautiful. The combination of their face shape and features was breathtakingly beautiful.

The wizards ahead, both male and female, all blushed.

"Back off!" Suddenly, the third-tier wizard on the cliff gave the order, which also brought several second-tier wizards back to their senses.

When they came to their senses, the person was still stunningly beautiful, but not enough to make them lose their composure or blush.

Several experienced second-tier wizards immediately cast anti-confusion spells.

But it seemed to be of little use to the person in front of him.

The strikingly handsome newcomer looked up at the third tier of cliffs and asked, "May I cross now?"

Even the third-tier wizard couldn't help but scrutinize his face, but still nodded solemnly, "Okay."

The newcomer nodded, lowered his head and put his hood back on, then urged his roar to travel straight through the group of second-tier beings.

Only when he put on the hood did his second-order rationality fully return.

They recalled with lingering fear how they had been bewitched, yet they couldn't recall when the other party had simultaneously cast the spell on them.

"No need to think about it. He didn't use any witchcraft."

At that moment, they heard the voice of a third-tier wizard.

"That was his instinct. Or rather, because the tribe disappeared, all the traits of the tribe were transferred to his instincts."

"The tribe has disappeared?" a wizard suddenly realized.

When that exceptionally beautiful person looked up, it seemed that a pair of pointed ears were visible.

(End of this chapter)