Chapter 142 I'm sorry for my lack of ability
After these words were spoken, Thor, Nick, and Light all looked at Byron in astonishment.
Thor was surprised at how Byron knew about his relationship with the Tower Master. Although he had never made it clear, Thor always believed that the Tower Master was teaching him in secret. He just didn't know why he was so secretive.
Could it be that he felt that a first-level apprentice was not good enough? But judging from the tower master's behavior, he should not be the kind of person who cares about these things.
The shock in the hearts of the other two was even more indescribable, especially Wright. After realizing what Byron was saying, his eyes were filled with despair.
He felt that even if he could escape from here and return to the wizard tower, he probably wouldn't live long.
After all, after Bill secretly harmed Thor, he did not choose to help Thor, but blocked his way of survival.
He actually treated the tower master's student as an abandoned child? Wizards do value value and care about ability, but they also pay attention to relationships.
When Wright thought that Thor was actually the tower master's student, he suddenly felt that the evil spirit in front of him was not so scary.
Perhaps dying here is the easiest way to get relief.
Byron ignored the two people's surprise and just waited for the evil spirit's answer.
Unfortunately, the background that can make ordinary people afraid has no effect on evil spirits.
Perhaps because of its attachment to the sunlight, the evil spirit was unwilling to give up Thor's body.
"He is just an apprentice." After thinking for a while, perhaps because he was somewhat concerned about Gorza's identity as a second-level wizard, the evil spirit actually explained, "When I possessed this body, his consciousness dissipated. He is just a low-level apprentice. How could you think he could survive? Hurry and start. If the storm dissipates, I will eat your souls!"
"It's all over now."
Upon hearing the news of Thor's death, Wright's eyes began to go blank. He was already wondering how many pieces he would be divided into after returning and what experiments they would be used for.
Nick immediately looked at Byron, but found that Byron was still calm.
But Byron was not as calm as Nick thought.
It was not easy to trick Morton into coming here, and I can’t give up at the last step.
The first plan failed, and Byron's eyes were dark, but he still nodded to Nick.
Nick immediately said, "Lord Morton, please stand in the middle of the magic circle. I need to connect the inductor for you."
The evil spirit couldn't wait any longer. He quickly walked into the magic circle and let Nick insert thin needles connected to wires into his head.
The other end of the wire was connected to the inductance meter that Nick had just assembled.
After making sure the connection was correct, Nick fixed the inductor next to the crack, closest to the soul storm.
There is a huge speaker on the other end of the inductor.
Nick adjusted the angle of the speaker again, then picked up a small operating panel.
"Lord Morton, please relax your consciousness. The introduction of soul fragments may bring you a certain degree of shock."
Morton snorted coldly and closed his eyes nonchalantly.
As the instrument was turned on, a shrill sound came out from the inductance meter's large speaker.
For a moment, Nick, Byron and Wright all frowned and showed patient expressions.
Nick endured the headache and turned on the inductor to a specific frequency.
Suddenly, the gray-white storm in the crack began to spin faster and faster, and some small pieces of objects were thrown out from it, falling around and disappearing.
A few minutes later, several larger white shadows slowly separated from the storm and penetrated into the speaker of the inductor.
The magic circle under Morton's feet suddenly lit up with dazzling light.
"Now!" Byron shouted, as if instructing Morton to fuse the soul fragments.
But Thor knew that Byron was talking to him.
As early as when Nick was adjusting the equipment, Thor climbed back on his head, and when Byron gave the signal, he immediately got in.
As soon as he entered this time, he found that his spiritual space was different.
The originally chaotic and blurred mental area turned into a small physical space! It was pitch black all around, with only a huge round stone platform under Thor's feet. The formation drawn on the stone platform was exactly the same as the one Byron had drawn in reality.
Suddenly, half a figure appeared in a circle in the center of the stone platform. It was Morton who had regained his original appearance.
At this moment, he looked just like the first time Thor saw him, with a purple face, an old look, and only the upper half of the body left.
"My consciousness space has been affected?" Thor squatted down and touched the ground.
The feeling from his fingers was very clear, completely different from the previous time when he was fighting with the evil spirit for control of his body.
It was as if someone had pieced together and reassembled his conscious world into a more understandable form.
Some white fragments fell from overhead, flying like snowflakes.
Thor immediately recognized that this was the image of the soul fragment here.
These soul fragments spontaneously flew towards Morton, but were blocked by an invisible force when they approached Morton.
The interaction between repulsion and attraction caused the soul fragments like flying snow to begin to rotate around Morton, and soon formed a miniature whirlwind.
"Could it be that the soul storm is also formed due to this principle?"
Thor took another step forward. Although it was the first time he had seen this concrete scene, his brain subconsciously understood that only by becoming the final survivor of the round table could he regain control of his body.
At this moment, more than a dozen figures suddenly appeared on the four sides of the stone platform.
Some of them are complete, some are broken; some are clear-headed, some are confused.
Thor recognized that those were the souls and thoughts that had just been devoured by Morton.
These figures, including Thor, are all translucent, except for Morton in the middle, which, although only half of the body, is opaque and looks like a solid entity.
The moment the other souls in this body appeared, they noticed Morton in the middle. The instinct for survival made these complete or incomplete consciousnesses actively approach Morton's main consciousness.
Morton in the center was still trying to absorb the "snowflakes" spinning and floating in the air, and he just sneered at the spirits that appeared around him.
He opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, and several soul fragments entered his body.
Then a sense of fulfillment lingered in my heart, but it would take time to completely integrate these souls.
But Morton was too anxious. He couldn't wait to take a deep breath again without waiting for the soul fragments in his body to merge.
More soul fragments entered Morton's body, but this time he felt uncomfortable.
Several of these soul fragments were not his at all.
The soul fragments filled with impurities entered the body, immediately causing Morton pain and even more chaotic regrets.
"How come there are fragments of other people's souls? Are you kidding me?" In reality, Morton immediately opened his eyes and angrily scolded Byron and others.
Byron explained: "Lord Morton, our inductor has limited effectiveness, and we can only try our best to filter out the soul fragments that belong to you. But during this period, other fragments will inevitably follow in, so please select them again to avoid being affected."
"Hmph!" The evil spirit felt that countless thoughts emerged and sank in his mind at this moment.
Some were cursing that they were being fooled, some were rational and thought that what Byron said was in line with common sense, and some were anxiously urging Morton, saying that they did not want to lose their lower body.
Morton felt the violent and murderous emotions stirring, trying to engulf his reason, but the boy he possessed had a very strong and stable spirit, which temporarily reduced the impact.
This also made Morton realize that if he really lost part of his soul forever, then he would never be able to regain his former sanity and would forever suffer the pain of a damaged spiritual body.
"Don't let me catch you playing tricks." After saying that, Morton slowly closed his eyes again.
Obviously he agreed with Byron's statement.
Wright, who was standing by, came back to his senses from imagining various death scenarios. He looked at Byron, who had a serious face, and Morton, who was standing in the formation and being comforted, and revealed an expression of inexplicable shock.
Nick, who was standing at the edge of the crack and was responsible for operating the inductance meter, turned his back to everyone and quietly reached out to change the parameters of the inductance meter slightly.
After doing all this secretly, Nick tilted his head slightly.
Byron pursed his lips after receiving Nick's signal.
We will try our best not to allow other soul fragments from the outside world to enter your body.
If there is, it is because we, as third-level apprentices, are incapable.
I'm really... so sorry!
(End of this chapter)
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