Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 1027: Too Late

Saul still stared at the diary before him and Kismet across from him, as if even his thoughts had been imprisoned.

While he was being controlled, a massive object had already broken through the waves and fierce winds, approaching the Abyssal Eye.

The sound of ten thousand bones shattering at once rang out.

The very front of the continent suddenly crashed into Sky City, which was resting above the Abyssal Eye.

The floating island, which was incomparable to a continent to begin with, instantly shattered into pieces, yielding the Abyssal Eye’s position.

At the same time, the anchor point monsters that had been struggling to push Sky City away were also scattered in all directions.

Most of Sky City’s fragments fell into the Abyssal Eye, and the howling, spinning abyss suddenly paused, actually stopping for an instant along with the surrounding seawater.

A strong premonition of death penetrated directly from the top of Saul’s skull to every tentacle. The accompanying chill of death caused ice crystals to form on every tissue of his body.

This was the killing intent created by a fifth-rank wizard.

Only Iskaper Continent, with its strongest inertia, continued sliding toward the Abyssal Eye.

The people on the continent couldn’t see Saul and the others in the sky at all. They had long since gone mad under the terrifying pollution, and their bodies had undergone abnormal changes.

Magic power flowed freely between flesh and earth, equally transforming every living being on the land into the most horrifying appearance.

Only wizards in somewhat distant areas could maintain their sanity. But their rationality only allowed them to turn their backs to the abyss and flee frantically.

Almost all the other high-rank wizards on Iskaper had been sent by Gorsa to escort the red worms.

The remaining low-rank wizards had no resistance against absolutely powerful high-rank forces.

The continental tilting from his prophetic dream was truly playing out before Saul’s eyes, but he was currently powerless to do anything.

At this moment, a black beam of light suddenly shot from some corner of the continent, striking Douglas.

But this wasn’t any kind of attack.

Douglas’s figure, struck by the black light, instantly became clear, no longer the constantly trembling fragmented person.

He was complete.

Douglas finally revealed a satisfied smile. “I know you’ve done a lot of work preparing against me. Including Sky City. But so what if I let you have Sky City? You should know that in the face of absolute power differences, any scheming is simply laughable.”

He took a step and his body was directly in front of Saul.

Saul struggled desperately, twisting all his tentacles, trying to break free from the diary’s restraints.

“The diary is ultimately an external object. The more you rely on it, the more you’ll be bound by it, until you suffocate. I spent great effort back then to escape its entanglement.”

He suddenly reached out to grip the back of Saul’s head. “But with you as a medium, using the diary a little is still very effective.”

Ice crystals appeared on Saul’s face, then shattered piece by piece as he struggled. “What exactly are you trying to do?”

“Didn’t I say? I want to observe the sixth-rank’s demise. Direct observation is still too dangerous for me. Now that the good show has begun, I want to borrow your eyes to observe the essence of the Abyssal Eye. You’ll just have to work hard filtering in the middle. I hope you can survive to the end—after all, I’m still very interested in the secrets on your body.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Douglas teleported behind Saul, his hand still gripping the back of Saul’s head.

Immediately after, Saul felt an irresistible force pressing him to lower his head. His skull cracked as it was pierced, and something directly entered his brain, then penetrated his pupils along his nerves!

The world before Saul’s eyes disappeared for an instant, then new images appeared the next moment. Unlike what his naked eyes had seen before, this was an entirely new field of vision.

But what he saw was no longer the abyss and continent, nor skeletons and sea.

He seemed to see the essence of things.

He saw a mass of death mist contracting violently;

He saw some scattered distortions struggling to twist other stable objects;

He saw some red devouring rapidly approaching the death mist, followed by many stable soul bodies;

He saw countless threads wrapped around every inch of his bones and every groove of his brain;

He saw a point of lonely silver light in front of him, and a stretch of cold death behind him. Updates are released by novel·fıre·net

After just a few glances, Saul’s head split with pain, and his body seemed to begin being dismembered by his thoughts. But after a while, he felt that those pains didn’t belong to him—they were just his imagination.

Then the pain struck again, shattering his illusion.

He wanted to close his eyes but couldn’t. His gaze fell uncontrollably on the death mist below.

As if someone was observing that death mist through his vision.

Saul saw decay and decline within the death mist. There was still a bit of life inside the mist, but the mist actively isolated that life because it was like steel nails falling into a stomach, causing unbearable pain.

At the same time, there was a large area of life force, like steel knives stabbing into the mist.

The death mist wanted to avoid it, but the twisted mist around it was desperately pulling the steel knives to stab into its own body.

As the steel knives gradually penetrated, the death mist trembled even more violently, as if it would completely collapse and dissipate the next moment.

“…save me…”

Someone seemed to be calling for help to Saul. His brain, painful to numbness yet forced to receive information, instinctively wanted to search for the one calling for help.

His vision was controlled, only able to keep watching the death mist.

But just as Saul wanted to look for the person calling for help, he suddenly gained a new field of vision.

This new vision was also strange—it couldn’t see the essence of things, but could see everything Saul wanted to see. Moreover, Saul was no longer controlled by the person behind him and could freely turn his gaze.

When Saul was surprised, he saw a humanoid skeleton directly in front of him.

That skeleton was looking up, seemingly aware that someone was watching him.

“Saul, is that you? It is you, right? Save me, save me! Douglas deceived me. He said he would help me, but he’s actually destroying me. Please, save me!”

The speaking skeleton was Camus. At this moment, it no longer had its former arrogance and contempt for everything. Reality had directly shattered its understanding. The Abyssal Eye was already too weak to devour other continents, but he had never discovered this point, personally pushing the abyss toward its end.

Saul noticed that it seemed to regard itself as the Abyssal Eye itself, but in fact, it was just a bit of consciousness that had drifted away from the Abyssal Eye. It was precisely because its consciousness was incomplete that it had ultimately harmed itself.

Even without this scheme, as long as the Abyssal Eye completely erupted and devoured the world, it would move toward destruction.

Douglas had only accelerated this process.

The Abyssal Eye’s condition had been poor to begin with. Every bit of Iskaper and Sky City’s land it absorbed would stretch the death mist larger while also making it more diluted.

Like a person’s stomach that was already fragile, now desperately stuffed with hard-to-digest rough food—sooner or later the stomach would burst, and that would be the abyss’s true doomsday.

The anchor points near the Abyssal Eye spread pollution like they had gone mad, desperately devouring broken land into the abyss, but refusal commands came from within the abyss.

But at this point, the anchor points that had already rushed out of the abyss and gone killing mad couldn’t hear the Abyssal Eye’s calls at all.

The anchor points originally had no independent clear consciousness, only thinking about assimilation and pollution. Like hungry wolves released from their cages, seeing Iskaper Continent before them like fresh meat, they only wanted to devour at the fastest speed, completely losing control.

So when Camus realized that devouring wouldn’t revive the Abyssal Eye but would instead cause the weakened Abyssal Eye to completely perish, it could only set aside dignity and pride, humbly seeking Saul’s help.

Unfortunately, within the Abyssal Eye, there were no longer any anchor points with autonomous consciousness like Camus.

Its lone awakening couldn’t pull back the madness of the whole.

Moreover, it had awakened too late!

(End of Chapter)