Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 625 The Original Owner of the Mutation

"Kissmet!"

Seeing the blue-haired wizard's tragic death, a surge of anger welled up in Lucy's heart. She seemed to see her friend dying in the war again!

However, Lucy's identity and responsibilities made her restrain her emotions and she asked Kismet on the second floor.

"Did you kill the blue-haired guy?"

Kismet seemed to only then notice Lucy, and his mocking expression deepened. "He asked for it first!"

He looked up into the distance, then suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if sensing the humidity of the air through his nose.

"It's getting dark, time to sleep." Suddenly, he opened his eyes again and looked at Lucy and Brando. "Would you like me to play a lullaby for you? Or a soothing melody?"

Suddenly, he raised his hand, grabbed his collarbone, and pulled it outwards, pulling out a small, silver-white harp from his body.

Lucy felt a surge of anger almost bursting through her skull. Her remaining rationality told her that everyone here had been corrupted by the strange power within the manor, and that everyone was now heading towards tyranny and murder.

But if this continues, they will soon kill each other until only one survives, twisted by the killing.

"Don't do it!" Lucy held on to her last thread of resolve and grabbed Brando, who was about to rush up to the second floor.

Golden arcs of electricity danced across the two men, driving their murderous impulses with pain.

Lucy did not launch an attack, but Kismet, who was standing by the second-floor window, did not hold back.

His fingertips brushed across the harp, producing a clear, crisp sound, but accompanied by a terrifying howl.

A protective barrier immediately appeared in front of Lucy, but it was shattered by an invisible force in the next second.

She had to jump sharply to the side to avoid the subsequent barrage of attacks.

"His resonance was so strong that it shattered my defenses almost instantly... I doubt even ordinary witchcraft could maintain stability against Kismet."

"Open spaces are not good for me."

The next second, Lucy and Brando rushed into the old manor again.

As soon as they entered the manor gate, the music outside stopped.

However, once inside the manor, that irritating feeling became even more pronounced, as if hundreds of ants were crawling along their bones, reaching every corner of their bodies.

"What exactly is this pollution?" Brando looked at Lucy with anguish.

"This powerful influence must be the eye of the storm!" The electric current in Lucy's body was barely enough to keep her sane.

"We must find the eye of the storm as soon as possible and seal it off."

"I don't know what you mean by 'Mad Eye'," Brando looked up, "but this nasty feeling seems to be coming from above."

Lucy recalled the entire structure of the manor as she had seen it from the outside.

"The highest point of this estate should be that tower!"

……

Thor is descending the spiral staircase, preparing to reach the real top of the tower.

He had only gone halfway when he vaguely heard a few clear string sounds and the sound of something breaking.

"This piano music sounds familiar, could it be Kismet?"

Kismet's lyricism, used occasionally to play embarrassing pieces, is mostly used in battle.

Since Thor entered the manor, he has not seen anyone else, and later he found that he could not leave the manor.

The entire manor was blocked by an invisible membrane; once you entered the gate, it was impossible to jump out of the window.

Most importantly, when Saul tries to get away from the old manor, the diary will come out to stop him.

"The other people's bodies were frozen outside the manor. But when I entered the manor, I found myself in an inverted space. I could only vaguely hear footsteps, but I couldn't see anyone."

As he descended the stairs, Thor would listen intently to each floor he passed.

Listen to see if any footsteps brush past him.

The chaos seemed to have subsided with the passage of time, and the entire manor was eerily quiet again.

Whether it's unseen human footsteps or dolls haphazardly sculpted from minced meat, they all vanish without a trace.

Be alert, Saul descended to the last floor of the room.

Judging from the depth of the descent, this room should have been underground, yet there were still windows around the room.

But it was pitch black outside the window.

Thor flicked his finger, illuminating a faint glow.

The room was empty except for a dark stain on the floor in the middle.

Thor slowly walked over and smelled a strong stench of blood from the seemingly dried stains.

When he carefully probed with his mental power, he discovered the twisted chaos hidden within the stain.

Suddenly, Thor's body trembled violently, and an even more domineering radiation came from above his head.

The effects of this radiation instantly made Thor extremely irritable.

It was as if hundreds of tiny people had been stuffed into his chest cavity, scratching and slapping inside.

It made him constantly think about cutting himself in the chest for a quick and satisfying feeling.

However, Thor suppressed his agitation, and the rustling pages in his mind gradually suppressed the effects of the radiation.

"What happened?" Thor looked up in surprise, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

At that moment, the little algae beside her suddenly trembled, and the little girl who was tightly bound by it suddenly melted into a muddy pulp.

Flesh-colored juice mixed with dark red liquid gushed down from the gaps in the black tentacles, forming a puddle on the ground.

Little Algae was a little confused. It seemed not to understand how the person it had bound had turned into minced meat when it hadn't exerted any force.

Seeing the minced meat crawling towards the dark stains on the ground, Thor's first thought was to release the barrier to stop it.

However, the barrier of magic was like a fragile cellophane, easily corroded and breached.

Thor stepped forward again, but his spellcasting was affected by the terrifying radiation that struck him from above once more.

He was a step too slow, and the little girl, now a mass of flesh, wriggled onto the black stain in the center of the ground and instantly disappeared into it.

The chaotic aura above did not seem to affect the minced meat's movements.

But strangely, the algae didn't seem to be affected much.

It even bared its teeth and claws, trying to bite off a piece of the minced meat.

However, Thor grabbed the end of the rope and pulled it back.

"Little Algae, go back!"

Thor was now fighting off the chaotic aura coming from above while keeping an eye on the movements of the minced meat. He had no time to watch over Little Algae and could only send it back first.

"What exactly happened up there? Could it be the eye of the storm?" Thor frowned. "But the details of this stain here are also quite unusual."

Where exactly is the eye of the storm?

The sudden turn of events made Saul anxious. He stopped observing, stood with his hands hanging down, and his right fingertips suddenly turned into a translucent gray, softened, and deformed like honey, flowing to the ground and gradually spreading to the vicinity of the black stain.

The diary contained no warning.

Gray tentacles gradually took shape on the ground, with rings of sharp, pointed teeth protruding from the suction cups at the base of the tentacles.

"scandium!"

The tentacle lashed downwards, sticking to the black stain, then pulled upwards forcefully...

A sound of duct tape being torn rang out, and gray tentacles pulled a distorted face out of the flat ground!

Thor crouched down and looked at the deformed, rotting face.

It should have been the face of a middle-aged woman, but judging from the proportions of her features, it was similar to that of a little girl who had turned into mincemeat.

"If I'm not mistaken, you must be the original owner of the old manor, the wizard who was corrupted by the pollution, right?"

I have to go on a business trip suddenly. The next chapter will be tonight... before midnight!

(End of this chapter)