Chapter 280 This is Death
"There is... there is no upper limit..." Kismet said as if he was sleepwalking, "Those are not real pages."
"Is that so?" Thor smiled. "That's great! I wasn't sure about this before, so I was very cautious in using it."
Kismet stared at Thor in a daze, and said unconsciously: "The wizard tower... is it so dangerous?"
Before Thor could answer, Kismet suddenly pushed the ground with both feet and retreated three meters.
"boom--"
The next second, a broad silver sword pierced into the ground beneath his feet, almost touching the tip of his nose.
"It's you again, silver-haired bastard! Don't run away if you dare, fight me properly!"
What followed was Kira's majestic presence and her unladylike speech.
Kismet held the harp in his arms and smiled as he looked at Kira, the goddess of war, who was inserting herself between him and Thor.
"Fighting is so ungraceful. How about this, Miss Kira, let me play a song for you?"
The only thing that responded to him was Kira pulling out the greatsword from the ground and swinging it at Kismet again with great vigor.
When Kira drew his sword and slashed forward, Kismet's figure suddenly exploded backwards. Kira did not delay for a moment, and swung his sword in the air and attacked again.
But Kismet never fought back, he just kept backing away.
The two of them were fighting and running away until their figures were about to disappear into the sky, and Thor could hardly see where they had run to.
At this moment, a huge ball of light suddenly erupted in the distance, causing him to close his eyes and tilt his head as he looked at it.
Even so, the light still made Thor's eyes go dark.
"It's a very powerful light-attribute magic, but it doesn't seem to be very aggressive." When Thor recovered, he realized that he could no longer see Kismet and Kira in the distance.
I don’t know where they are fighting now.
For some unknown reason, he had nothing to do with it.
Thor turned his head and looked at the old madman who was still lying unconscious on the ground in the distance, and suddenly sighed.
In any case, the old madman will probably continue to be crazy from now on.
Perhaps in his memory, his sister is still lying on his back, fleeing far away with him.
Thor performed a wizard's hand, palm facing up, and held the unconscious old madman in his hand.
Just like that, two figures, one horizontal and one vertical, appeared in the desert, heading towards the bloody Mofan Town.
As Thor walked, he turned and looked at the Diary of the Dead Wizard.
As he watched, the diary flew from his left shoulder to his front.
Since the last time I built the consciousness platform, the diary seems to have become more obedient.
Now there were only Thor and an ordinary person around. He recalled the conversation he had just had with Kismet and felt like making some moves.
"Access to the past? If I understand correctly, Kismet wants me to use the magical power of 'observing the past' on the diary, which will affect my connection with the diary."
The diary did not veto Saul's idea.
This further boosted his confidence.
Although Kismet's purpose was unclear, Thor judged that most of his words were credible.
Especially with the diary, if Thor can understand the diary's past, does that also mean he can unlock more information about it and strengthen the connection between the two?
Thor raised his left hand, and a little silver light began to condense in the palm of his hand. The light gradually condensed and finally turned into a silver mirror.
He looked at himself in the mirror and didn't notice any changes in his eyes.
But when he let his mental power flow in his eyes, a hint of coolness emerged from his pupils, and he saw a little silver light suddenly appear in his eyes.
Unlike Penny's eyes that were as bright as the Milky Way, the little light in Thor's dark pupils was like the North Star at night. Although it was only a little, it was extremely eye-catching.
Having made the decision, Thor did not waste any more time and immediately turned to look at the diary.
But as soon as his eyes fell on the diary, he felt a "boom" and something seemed to explode in his mind.
A sharp, piercing pain made his legs go limp and he almost fell to the ground.
But when he really couldn't hold on any longer and stopped using his mental power, the pain suddenly disappeared.
Then, the world alternated between light and darkness, the climate and environment around us were constantly changing, and time was moving forward or backward at an extremely fast speed.
The desert grew green grass and was filled with spring water, turning into a lush forest; the forest then withered and died, the water level dropped, and finally the land returned to dryness.
Just as Thor was gradually lost in the cycle of time, the world before his eyes changed again.
He seemed to have suddenly changed his perspective and form, from being a person to an unknown existence.
But in front of him was still the Diary of the Dead Wizard, but it was very close to him, just like a severely myopic patient without glasses, who could only get closer than ten centimeters to the paper to see the words clearly.
At this moment, an exquisite silver feather pen suddenly fell on the side of his face, and he could vaguely see that the pen was loosely held by a hand.
As his fingers exerted force, the tip of the feather pen wrote lines of words on the diary.
Thor didn't recognize any of the words written on the diary, but when the first word fell, he noticed that the picture in front of the diary had changed.
At first, a few birds building nests in the woods suddenly fell to the ground from the branches.
Next came the little deer strolling in the woods. Suddenly its knees went weak and it fell to the ground. Then it fell sideways, staring blankly into the air.
Another line of words fell.
Thor saw that the town, which was once bustling, suddenly became quiet. People walking on the street, cooking at home, and working in shops all fell to the ground.
Their eyes were still open, looking in the direction they were looking when they fell to the ground, and the expression that remained on their faces from the previous second had not yet disappeared.
No matter whether you were happy, sad, or indifferent before, it has now become a portrait.
The quill did not stop, it continued to write.
Then the perspective changes again, the mountains collapse, floods flow back. Suddenly, the land is barren, and the roads are frozen. Finally, the continent splits apart, and corpses are everywhere.
The diary, with Thor's perspective, suddenly flew high into the sky.
He saw the world was silent.
Whether living or non-living, everything will eventually return to silence.
The light is disappearing little by little, and the darkness no longer exists.
Thor was so fascinated that he couldn't help asking, "What is this?"
Suddenly, a sound without fluctuations sounded from within the body.
“This is death.”
Thor trembled all over, then staggered to the ground.
“Bang! Bang!”
The first sound was that he didn't react at all and fell to the ground. Fortunately, Thor's skin had been modified and was very tough, so he wouldn't get hurt.
The second sound was that he could not continue to maintain the output of magic power. The wizard's hand disappeared, and the old madman floating in the air also fell to the ground.
Thor hadn't fully come back to his senses yet, so he simply turned over and lay on the ground in a comfortable position for a while.
As for the old madman, I guess he is also used to sleeping on the floor.
"I just saw the death of a world. Is that the past witnessed by the diary?"
However, when he thought about the scene in which the silver feather pen fell first and the world died later, he felt a sense of fear again.
It seems that the death of the world was caused by the diary.
"The diary can't be that powerful, right? If the diary really has such terrifying power, how could its owner only stop at the fourth level?"
"By the way, this information was speculated by Ralph, but he was probably misled by Kismet."
"What level of existence is the diary, and why did it choose me as its master?"
Thor thought of this and subconsciously looked towards his left shoulder.
In an instant, he jumped up and a look of panic finally appeared on his face.
"Where's my diary?!"
(End of this chapter)
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