Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 668 The Eye of the Storm Appears

Lucy looked up in astonishment. She couldn't believe that a second-tier wizard could survive her great-grandfather's Prayer Spell: Substitute Punishment Thunder.

At this moment, Luke's head looked like a piece of melted syrup.

Except for a pair of eyes that barely resembled a human, the rest of the head was burned by lightning, the face was black, and some unknown substance melted and rolled down the cheeks.

Luke's head was unrecognizable, but he still pressed his distorted mouth against his throat.

"The Speaker's punitive lightning was indeed powerful. If I hadn't studied the witchcraft skills of all the Stargate members several times, I might have been killed by you by now."

Lucy could also see that Luke was indeed worthy of being the candidate that the Stargate Speaker had put forward to compete with the Radiant Family and Thor; at the very least, his strength was not weak.

She knew that her outburst just now had actually gone against her principles. If she didn't want to tell Luke the answer, she could have either told him to leave or left on her own. However, after realizing that Luke hadn't died in the Punishing Lightning, Lucy's anger only intensified.

Her desire to kill Luke intensified at this moment!

Luke glanced at her and saw golden lightning flashing in Lucy's palm again.

He was somewhat surprised and didn't understand why Lucy had taken action, but he wasn't afraid of Lucy, even though she had a nominal great-grandfather.

Luke quickly crouched down and plunged his hands into the soil.

Lucy immediately felt the floor beneath her feet begin to shake. She jumped high into the air, but even as she was already in mid-air, seven or eight highly rotten arms suddenly emerged from the floor beneath her feet.

The outer sides of these arms also have some brownish-black fur, and it is unknown what race they belong to.

Lucy had already jumped nearly a meter into the air, but her ankle was still grabbed by a suddenly extended, rotting arm.

The lightning traveled down Lucy's ankles and through her arms.

However, the rotting arm felt no pain. Although the electric shock caused the hair on its skin to curl and carbonize, its movements and strength were not affected in the slightest.

Lightning cannot kill someone who is already dead again.

Lucy's first move failed, and she was pulled back to the ground by the arm.

She immediately realized what was happening and switched to casting a rain of knives, a form of metal-based sorcery.

But Luke changed tactics again. Before the slender blade could fall, the rotting arms suddenly softened, becoming like mud.

The knife tip pierced the arm, severing it immediately, but the arm quickly fused back together after the blade passed through.

Just as Lucy was about to cast her next spell, Luke smiled slightly, pushed off with his feet, and appeared in front of Lucy in a flash, as if he had a spring installed in his body. Before she could escape, he suddenly opened his arms and hugged the young lady.

Lucy tried to escape, but found that the deathly aura emanating from the other person caused her spirit to tremble violently.

The magic that Lucy was about to gather dissipated in an instant.

"Luke!" Lucy exclaimed in alarm.

The fact that the other person was suddenly hugging her like that didn't make Lucy feel embarrassed; instead, it made her truly experience the threat of death.

"Young lady, just tell me the answer, or I have a thousand ways to make you wish you were dead."

Lucy bit her lip as a large amount of death energy entered her body, giving her a sluggish feeling as if her bones were beginning to rust.

"If you dare touch me, my great-grandfather has a million ways to make you wish you were dead."

Luke wasn't afraid at all; he even lowered one hand and wagged his finger in front of Lucy.

"Using my words to threaten me won't have any deterrent effect whatsoever!"

He leaned close to Lucy's ear and said, "Your great-grandfather won't care about you. Once I get the answer, I'll kill you, and when you wake up again, you'll quickly forget why you died. Just like you did before."

Lucy was taken aback.

But her first reaction was that Luke was lying.

She was not afraid of death.

With a fourth-order great-grandfather around, the Tribunal's resurrection restrictions have no effect on her!

But why would Luke say she would forget the cause of her death?

The influx of death energy left Lucy with no time to think. She knew that if things continued like this, even if she managed to escape, she would have to expend a great deal of energy to expel the death energy from her body.

Lucy suddenly raised her hand, revealing her slender, pale, and seemingly fragile neck. "Kissmet! Kill him for me!"

This time it was Luke's turn to be surprised.

Although he was surprised, he did not let his guard down.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, carrying Lucy as he crashed directly into the old manor.

Then, a laugh mixed with the sound of a piano rang out behind Luke.

Luke's magic flowed, and several more rotting arms covered in brownish-black hair sprouted from the floor behind him.

However, as soon as these arms emerged, they were sliced ​​into several pieces by invisible blades.

As the caster, Luke immediately sensed all of this. Instead of turning around, he tossed Lucy behind him.

Kismett appeared in mid-air, smiling as he embraced Lucy, who was flying into the air, and then he sang softly.

The not-so-beautiful voice immediately shattered the black stains growing on Lucy's body.

He then casually tossed the person behind him and continued chasing after them.

Lucy landed on her bottom, winced slightly in pain, glared resentfully at the two figures chasing and fleeing, and finally had no choice but to get up on her own.

In the wizarding world, if you lack strength, don't blame others for not taking you seriously.

Lucy is already very grateful to Keith Met for helping her.

Of course, one can only roll one's eyes helplessly at Kismet's sometimes reckless behavior.

But just as Lucy was thinking of chasing after Kismet to help him fight Luke, a huge commotion came from beneath her feet.

Lucy wanted to fly up immediately to avoid falling, but she was slammed to the ground by a huge impact from behind when she was only halfway up.

This time, she didn't fly very high or very fast, but the impact was unusually strong.

When she hit the ground, she felt like her whole body was falling apart, and her muscles and bones groaned in pain.

"Hmm!"

Before Lucy could even get up, another massive riot erupted from inside the room. Lucy was once again blasted away by an unseen explosion, thrown backward, crashing through the door and tumbling down the stairs.

"What happened?" Lucy's hair was disheveled, her face was bloodshot, and she looked up in horror.

The next second, she saw Kismet and Luke, both with solemn expressions, rushing out at an extremely fast speed, one in front of the other.

Kismet ran out the door first, but just as Luke was about to come out, he suddenly turned around and quickly plucked a string on the silver harp.

The sharp piano music instantly transformed into several invisible blades, blocking Luke's escape route from all angles.

Luke's mind worked quickly. Instead of taking the hit head-on, he twisted his body and raised his elbow to smash into the wall next to the door, trying to break through the wall and avoid Kismet's sonic attack.

However, in that instant of turning around, he was a second slower than Kismet and failed to escape the old manor.

As soon as Kismet unleashed his sonic attack, his pupils constricted sharply. He could no longer afford to launch a sneak attack and retreated repeatedly, even backing up behind Lucy.

Lucy, standing to the side, was dumbfounded.

In their eyes, the dilapidated manor that had just stood on the plain suddenly began to rotate and twist around its central point in the blink of an eye.

It's like a piece of fine silk being grabbed by the center and twisted violently, causing the entire silk to twitch and spin.

Luke, who was about to break through the wall, had only poked half his body out when the entire manor began to spin and deform.

The image was distorted and stretched into a thin, elongated curve.

A living, breathing second-tier wizard was transformed into a blob of paint whose features were no longer discernible.

He couldn't even utter a single cry of pain!

(End of this chapter)