Diary of a Dead Wizard

Many people hadn’t noticed the existence of the eyes from beginning to end.

Byron looked down again and was shocked to discover that Saul’s body on the sea surface, which had originally become an eye aggregate, had somehow returned to human form.

Human-shaped Saul held the diary and quill pen in his hands, eyes tightly closed, head lowered as he stood on the sea surface, gently rising and falling with the waves.

Gorsa immediately looked over Saul’s entire body.

Just as his hand was about to touch Saul’s shoulder, he immediately stopped and raised his hand to prevent others who were also rushing forward.

“Don’t touch him.” Gorsa said. “He’s still inside the abyss. He’s withdrawing all his power—we shouldn’t disturb him.”

Frim looked down at the Abyssal Eye that had disappeared and gone who knows where. “Facing a dying sixth-rank and a powerful fifth-rank, just withdrawing the power from outside can probably only ensure self-preservation. If only we could also lend him our power.”

Lending power…

Maria looked at several silent fourth-rank wizards, anxious in her heart. “Is there anything else we can help with?”

Now Saul had become the backbone of the entire wizard world. Almost all wizard forces had received Saul’s assistance. Many wizards wouldn’t even be alive now without Saul’s help.

Although these people knew that Saul helping them also had his purposes, this didn’t prevent them from being grateful and relying on Saul’s strength.

“Symphony of Fate.” Gorsa suddenly said.

Floco understood. “We need to contact the other targets.”

Maria and Royer received orders and immediately returned to notify the wizards at the Sighing Wall and Mido at the Red Sea.

Except for Shaya in the Chaos Realm who couldn’t be contacted, all other Symphony of Fate members poured all their destiny power to Saul’s side.

But after pouring in the destiny power, there was still no feedback from beneath the sea, and Saul on the surface remained motionless.

“Master’s condition doesn’t seem very good.” Herman finally squeezed into the front row.

Apart from Ann in the Chaos Realm, the other consciousness bodies also gradually arrived. The source of this content ɪs novel_fіre.net

The Wind Sprite stood on tiptoes, looking at Saul surrounded by several fourth-ranks. In her anxiety, she spoke somewhat carelessly.

“Really, with his strength he could have escaped. He’s the strongest genius in any world—why risk his life for this rotten world!”

But the Wind Sprite could only complain a few words. Since she was Saul’s person, everyone knew she cared about Saul, and no one would blame her for it.

Beth looked at the motionless Saul and asked Agu beside her, “Can you still return to the diary?”

Agu shook his head. “The diary’s current state is different from before. I can’t go back at all.”

Beth brushed back her hair and sighed softly. “If I couldn’t still sense the connection with Saul, I’d really be worried about him…”

Seeing that the Abyssal Eye had been beneath the sea surface for over half an hour with no reaction, everyone who didn’t know the internal situation grew increasingly uneasy.

Saul’s plan to pull Douglas into the Abyssal Eye was ultimately just a plan. No one knew whether Douglas and the Abyssal Eye could actually perish together.

Now the destiny power had all been sent back to Saul, and nearly an hour had passed, but the battle below seemed to still be ongoing.

Gorsa looked at Saul, who stood like a sculpture, and suddenly turned to Floco beside him. “Can we pull him up?”

“Pull? How would you pull?” Floco was shocked by Gorsa’s idea.

“Saul’s state just now,” Gorsa randomly drew lines with his hands, “you know about it, right? Death Demon?”

Floco’s pupils contracted. “It’s useless. Those aren’t real threads. Apart from Death Demons, we can’t touch them at all.”

“But didn’t Douglas pull Saul into the abyss?” Frim was confused.

“That’s because Saul first actively connected with Douglas.” Floco said in a low voice.

Byron was also racking his brains thinking. He asked the half-elf beside him, “Do you have any ideas?”

The worm queen’s tentacles swayed. “I have no understanding of this.”

Byron looked at the equally helpless fourth-rank wizards before him and clenched his fists tightly. “Then what do we do? Can we actually find other Death Demons to pull Saul out?”

Hearing his words, the Wind Sprite, who had originally looked unhappy, suddenly raised her head. “Yes, I know there are other Death Demons. Pei’er is over there.”

Her words immediately drew everyone’s attention.

Gorsa came directly in front of the Wind Sprite. “You know where there are other Death Demons?”

Behind him, Floco’s mouth twitched, muttering for a long time.

The Wind Sprite didn’t see Floco’s expression change and recalled her previous experience cooperating with Saul to enter the Prismatic World.

“There’s a place. Saul once went there to see Pei’er. He said it was a starry sky full of colors, and Pei’er there had also become like fate lines.”

“A starry sky full of colors?” Gorsa repeated, immediately meeting eyes with Floco who looked over. “The prismatic channel?”

But when they had contacted through the prismatic channel before, it was always initiated by Saul. When they wanted to contact Saul, they could only summon him through fate lines.

“Or we could try sending signals there?” Floco said somewhat reluctantly.

“Good.” Gorsa immediately agreed.

The others didn’t know what Gorsa and Floco were talking about, but seeing that they seemed to have a solution, they felt somewhat encouraged.

Frim had everyone else step back, clearing this area to avoid too many people interfering with the two.

Gorsa and Floco stood on either side of Saul, closed their eyes, and like when they used to contact Saul, continuously sent signals to the starry sky above through their fate lines.

Previously they only sent signals wanting to communicate with Saul, but this time they actively said they wanted to contact Death Demons.

The two continued sending signals through fate lines.

Everyone else could only wait anxiously on the side.

During this time, more wizards arrived one after another. These people couldn’t approach to watch the three in the center of the sea and all tactfully maintained silence.

In the entire sea area, there were only the sounds of wind and waves rising and falling.

No one knew how long it lasted—a few seconds, or minutes, or perhaps hours… time meant nothing in the vast starry sky.

Suddenly, an aurora-like light curtain descended from the sky, like evening clouds, like a rainbow, crossing the horizon, gradually narrowing from extremely wide, finally falling between Gorsa and Floco.

This light curtain fell and piled up like light gauze into a human figure. Then the colors extinguished, and the figure showed clear outlines and features.

Seeing this person’s appearance, both Gorsa and Floco were so surprised their mouths hung open.

“Wind Sprite?” Floco blurted out.

The spectrum’s incarnation looked exactly like the Wind Sprite who had just arrived!

The woman called “Wind Sprite” had a faint smile at the corners of her mouth and didn’t respond.

Gorsa’s mind turned, and he said in a deep voice, “Pei’er?”

This time, the woman turned toward Gorsa and slowly nodded.

(End of Chapter)