Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 726 Night View

Due to an unexpected incident involving the orange cat, Thor and Whitebeard were unable to receive timely support from the air cannon, and the two were temporarily trapped in the tree root wall, unable to move forward or backward.

"Kate!!!" the white-bearded man yelled, "Whatever you're going through, fire your air cannon first, otherwise we can't get over there to help you!"

Kate is clearly the orange cat's real name.

Fearing the orange cat might not understand the code name in its panic, the white-bearded cat called out the other's name to try and get its attention.

Whitebeard's words had some effect, but not much.

Kate the orange cat really did unleash a small air cannon.

However, the air cannon missed, hitting the two people at a distance of nearly twenty meters, which was about the same distance the two people were from the tree stump.

"Damn it!" the white-bearded man couldn't help but curse when he saw this.

Whitebeard actually had alternative solutions for dealing with this situation, but those solutions could only save himself.

It's not that he's particularly kind and wanted to save Thor, it's just that he finally assembled a well-coordinated team, and it would be a real shame to disband it like this.

Most importantly, it's uncertain when I'll be able to get this close to the tree stump again.

Just as Whitebeard hesitated about whether to use his last resort, Thor suddenly leaped into the air.

Immediately, a large number of tree roots followed and tried to attack him.

Just as Whitebeard was wondering if Thor had given up and was trying to escape, a large number of black blades suddenly appeared around Thor.

But this time, the blade was shiny black, unlike its previous dull state.

"He actually modified Jassim's most powerful witchcraft?"

A black blade shot out, instantly severing all the tree roots attacking Thor and embedding itself in the nearby tree root wall, leaving numerous tiny holes.

More black blades were fired towards the large tree stump, turning the root wall there into cheese.

But that's about it.

In terms of attack power, it doesn't seem to be much stronger than the original Soul Blade.

However, something happened that almost made the white-bearded man so startled that he ripped his beard off.

This time, the tree roots severed by the shiny black blade did not automatically repair themselves.

Not only that, the tree roots seemed to have come into contact with a corrosive liquid, and the wounds pierced by the blade continued to widen.

The situation was even more outrageous on the side facing the large tree stump; without Whitebeard even lifting a finger, the root wall was corroded into a large hole.

Thor landed, staring expressionlessly at the dumbfounded white-bearded man. "This is my trump card. Get out of here before the effect wears off."

After saying that, Thor rushed into the broken root wall and continued to approach the large tree stump.

Despite Thor's demonstration, Whitebeard cautiously observed for two seconds before following suit.

He feared being affected by the corrupting effects of Thor's witchcraft.

To avoid being trapped there, he chased after Thor before he disappeared from sight.

However, after entering the damaged tree root cluster, I did feel a bit uncomfortable. Although it wasn't very serious, it showed how terrifying Thor's attack had been.

Moreover, this uncomfortable feeling was somewhat familiar, as if it were some kind of pollution, but he couldn't remember where he had felt the same aura before.

Without time to think, Whitebeard eliminated the scattered tree roots along the way and finally arrived at the large tree stump.

The tree stump was only two meters tall, about the same height as the white-bearded man.

He leaped lightly and jumped up.

As he jumped, two thoughts flashed through his mind.

The first thing is: the Black Blade Wizard's spell lasts quite a long time. We've already rushed here, and the tree roots show no signs of recovery.

The second question is: Where are Blackblade and Kate, who just arrived here?

When Whitebeard's feet touched the ground, landing on the fresh, newly cut surface of the tree stump, the scene before him changed in an instant.

"A hallucination?" Whitebeard didn't panic. Instead, he immediately began to observe his surroundings and spread his mental energy, trying to find Thor and Kate who had come up earlier.

Now, there are no tree stumps or densely intertwined tree roots around him.

Not only that, even time has changed.

They acted just as the sun was rising above the horizon.

At most half an hour had passed by the time he stepped onto the tree stump.

But at that moment, a crescent moon hung above his head.

Time suddenly changed from daytime to nighttime.

The path beneath his feet was clean and tidy stone slabs.

On both sides are towering buildings, with a few windows dimly lit, but most are dark.

If Thor were here, he would recognize this as a night view of the city before the destruction of Archaeologists.

The night view here is a bit unusual.

Sometimes, dark figures would appear in the room with the lights on, but they would disappear upon closer inspection.

"Hmph." The white-bearded man sneered, "Using such low-level intimidation tactics against a second-tier wizard?"

However, he still cautiously walked to the middle of the road, away from the nearby buildings.

It wasn't that he was being stubborn; he was actually worried that there might be a trap hidden in this eerie scene that could harm him.

He is not afraid of ghosts, but rather ghosts that are deceptive and cannot harm him, not powerful ghosts like those of the second or third tier.

There is a street lamp every ten meters or so on both sides of the road.

However, the lighting was dim, making it difficult to see the road ahead.

Even if Whitebeard is a second-tier wizard with the ability to see in the dark, it won't work.

The entire illusion was sending incomprehensible signals to his brain.

"Now that I'm in, the Blackblade Wizard and Kate should be here too. I just wonder if the illusion will prevent us from seeing each other, or even make us mistake each other for enemies?"

"Don't look for anyone first. Find the source of the illusion that's affecting my mind. Once the source is eliminated, I'll be able to escape the illusion."

In the blink of an eye, Whitebeard had made his decision.

Instead of standing still and waiting, he started walking forward.

"Since I appeared facing this way, the source of the illusion must also want me to move forward."

Following the illusion's guidance may lead to danger, but it also allows you to discover flaws more quickly.

Whitebeard was confident in his abilities and naturally felt that it was better to take action than to remain still.

"Meow."

He had walked less than ten meters when he heard a cat meow.

The white-bearded man chuckled. "Sure enough, things have changed."

"Meow."

Another meow.

"The imitation isn't very accurate. Although Kate looks like a cat, her voice is still quite different from a real cat's."

Despite having seen through the other party's disguise, the white-bearded man still went up to him.

"Let me see who's yelling?"

He continued walking forward, following the sound.

The streetlights overhead flickered a few times, as if the magical devices inside had malfunctioned. With each flicker, the light dimmed slightly again.

After the streetlights flashed for the fourth time, a huge cat shadow suddenly appeared under one of the streetlights in front of the white-bearded man.

Because of the dim lighting, Whitebeard could only vaguely make out the outline of the cat in front of him.

He frowned slightly, finding the cat's appearance somewhat strange.

"It tried to imitate Kate's look, but it's several sizes too big. And what's with those limbs? Is that cat standing on its tiptoes?"

The cat's shadow in front had its back arched high, its limbs straight, and the very tips of its paws touching the ground.

It was as if the cat wasn't standing on the ground.

Instead, he was suspended...

The height at which it was suspended ensured that the tips of its claws touched the ground.

(End of this chapter)