Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 601 Familiar Face

"You know?" Thor asked in surprise.

"Don't underestimate me, Brother Thor. I've also set up quite powerful magic arrays before. And the rules contained in this light screen happen to be the same as the Nightmare Butterfly's innate power."

"Then give it a try." Thor raised his hand.

The silver butterfly transformed into a shower of shimmering light, disappearing into the curtain of light like scattered stars.

Less than five minutes later, the originally dazzling light screen turned into scattered fragments, revealing the scene behind it.

Inside the light curtain is a circular space.

The space was also surrounded by light curtains on all four sides, but dozens of round holes had been carved into the mountain above.

The sunlight shines down, forming long, thin beams of light.

At the center of this circle surrounded by irregular, scattered beams of light, there is a huge cube more than two meters tall.

It was the magic-accumulating pool that the Wind Demon had snatched from Thor.

At this moment, the magic pool was facing Thor's direction, supporting Brando's headless body.

At this moment, the body had turned completely black, as if it had been scorched by smoke and fire.

The other two sides of the demon-storing pool also seem to be bound with something.

Thor stepped across the light barrier and walked around the magic-accumulating pool. To his astonishment, he discovered that the other three sides of the magic-accumulating pool, which had been modified by the wind demon, were each inlaid with a person!

There is a first-tier wizard on each side, and behind the magic pool is the wizard Baron who escaped from the wizard tower!

"It was him?" Thor's expression was strange. Baron was the only second-tier wizard who survived the raid on the wizard tower, but he never expected to die at the hands of his master.

However, it's normal for the Wind Demon to use a second-tier wizard if she wants to build a magic storage pool; it's just unexpected that she would be so ruthless as to turn against her own people.

"That way I can reunite them."

Thor retrieved the bodies of the other two people who had raided the Wizard's Tower from the storage device.

Although one of them was severely damaged, it was still usable.

Thor replaced the two corpses of second-level wizards with the mana-accumulating pool and began operating it.

Agu separated from him to take charge and inspect the condition of the demon-storing pool together.

Penny flew to the entrance of the light curtain to keep watch, and would notify Thor immediately once the old witch and the wind demon returned.

Everything was proceeding smoothly according to Thor's plan. The only thing that puzzled him was that the energy contained in the magic pool was a little less than expected.

Thor believed that a third-tier wizard's body had malfunctioned and that a large amount of magic would be needed to recover.

However, although the magic in this magic pool was plentiful, it was still far from what Thor had imagined.

Thor had made preparations that if the magic pool had too much magic power, he would not be able to handle it and would have to perform several "flood releases".

But the current quantity is just right.

It doesn't resemble the mana pool prepared by a third-tier wizard; it's more like what a second-tier wizard would need.

Despite his lingering doubts, time was of the essence. Thor readjusted the magic pool to his needs and immediately jumped in, while Agu activated the magic circle from the outside.

Just as Thor began preparing for his advancement, the old witch had already followed the wind demon to the end of the left passage.

Throughout the journey, the Wind Demon never confronted the old witch directly, seemingly confirming Thor's words that her body was now in serious trouble.

The old witch became more and more determined in her pursuit, and the two of them went all the way to the deepest part of the cave.

The wind demon watched the old witch perform her sorcery with increasing confusion.

Although the witchcraft she used was the most common kind, her casting habits and the aura she exuded always made the wind demon feel familiar.

It seemed that the person opposite her was someone she knew very well.

"Why aren't you taking the hit? Have you really lost your third-tier strength? Or are you unable to suppress the corruption within you, and will mutate whenever you cast a spell?"

The wind demon's eyes turned icy cold instantly, but he still ignored the old witch's provocation and deliberately led her into a new room.

Normally, one should be cautious and test the waters multiple times before entering an unknown room. But for some reason, the old witch felt very familiar with this place, as if she had everything under control.

The wind demon shares this understanding.

She arranged almost everything in the room, so naturally she believed that nothing was beyond her control.

Upon entering the room, the door slammed shut instantly. The two looked up and simultaneously gave each other a "you're dead" look.

The wind demon stepped backward, as if it had stepped on some kind of mechanism.

An asymmetrical three-circle magic circle appeared simultaneously above her head and below her feet.

Two magic arrays emitted beams of blue light, completely enveloping the wind demon.

The old witch realized that the wind demon was about to come up with a new trick, so she immediately stepped forward to make the first move.

Unexpectedly, the blue beam of light suddenly expanded outward, increasing tenfold in an instant and filling the entire room.

The moment the old witch was illuminated by the blue light, all the disguises on her face vanished, revealing her disproportionately large face and the severed finger that was twitching on the back of her head.

"So it was you!" Recognizing the old witch and seeing the severed finger on the back of her head, the wind demon's hatred intensified.

"I must leave you here today. After you die, I'll deal with someone else."

The old witch, whose disguise had failed, was slightly flustered, but she quickly realized that whether she was recognized or not, the two sides had reached a point of no return.

Strangely, even after recognizing the old witch, the wind demon did not attack. And the blue light barrier just now seemed to only have the effect of breaking through illusions.

Just as the old witch was about to unleash a wind blade to test the opponent's situation, a body that seemed to be made of building blocks suddenly emerged slowly from the magic circle above and descended into the air.

When the old witch saw the humanoid figure floating in mid-air, she was so surprised that she couldn't even close her mouth, let alone continue attacking the wind demon.

She was a beautiful woman with slightly upturned eyes and a faint smile at the corners of her mouth.

When she lay there quietly, her eyes gently closed, she exuded a sense of peace and beauty.

One can imagine the captivating charm she would exude when she opened her eyes.

However, the woman's face was covered with vertical lines, as if she had been torn to pieces and then glued back together with a special adhesive.

Despite the coexistence of beauty and fragility, what truly surprised the old witch was that she had seen this face before.

In the past, every time she used the Bysek Magic Mirror to enhance her strength, she would see this face in the mirror.

This face belongs to the old witch in the mirror, only without so many cracks.

At the same time, the little finger of this body's left hand is missing a section.

Looking at that face, the old witch was bewildered.

It felt as if countless information signals were jumping around in her mind, but none of them were fully revealed to her brain.

Why does she feel so familiar, as if she's a reflection of myself?

Meanwhile, the wind demon on the other side took advantage of her momentary daze as a witch to complete the final spell.

"Now that you've seen it, I can't let you leave alive. I can only borrow this body again." The wind demon bit her finger and dripped the blood onto the broken woman's brow. "Believe me, I want to see this face even less than you do!"

I almost missed it again. Going on vacation is just a waste of money and a way to suffer. I definitely won't have time to write tomorrow, so I'll have to ask for leave.

(End of this chapter)