Chapter 151: Thor hasn't come back yet
γThe dead?γ So I'm dead? Yes, I died in the Valley of the Hanging Hands. The despicable Knus family has betrayed me! Damn the demons of the Borderlands, they actually made up the lie about the death of a third-order wizard! They are a bunch of villains!! γ
Although the other party's voice could not be heard, the diary faithfully translated Morton's unwillingness.
"Well, yes, Your Majesty the Great Emperor, please tell us about the witchcraft you are good at. For example, are you good at influencing soul curses? β
γSoul?γ I'm not going to study something that's unrealistic. Only the power that can be held in the hands of the real fascination fascinates me! γ
"In that case, the evil spirit should not leave any hidden dangers in my consciousness space. Of course, it is still necessary to check it again. β
The soul in between the diary could not lie, and Thor was at ease. He was afraid that his head hurt because the evil spirit had left some curse in his body.
Curses are the most incomprehensible, and even third-level apprentices rarely touch this field of knowledge.
If you're not careful, you'll be cursed.
Therefore, the original West Germany was really determined to kill Thor before he dared to use a forbidden ability.
"So, can you tell us more about your great-granddaughters, Yula and Kira?"
[Eula and Kira? They all have wizarding talents, and they're good ones. Two people have the same stubbornness, one is dedicated to studying the spirit, and the other is always tempering the flesh......]
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the blue hourglass reminds Thor that it is almost ten o'clock now.
Although Morton's handwriting was still legible, Thor put away his diary and stopped asking questions.
Thinking back to what Morton said, his face was a little solemn.
"The battle in the wizarding world is really brutal. The people who died in the Wizard's Tower were nothing compared to that. If it weren't for the development and continuation of the human forces controlled by wizards, there would have been few people left in this world, right? β
"For the time being, I am determined that my headache is mainly due to the mental and physical instability caused by the battle in the consciousness space. The remnants of the evil spirits are not much, and the effect on me is only the level of a few nightmares. β
"But the spirit ester in the bag can't be used for the time being."
Although most of the soul fragments absorbed by the evil spirit dissipated with his disintegration, many of them were actively absorbed by the spirit ester.
And before the ester melted, a qualitative change caused by a quantitative change occurred.
Thor took out the black crystal ball from the cabinet and held it with his boneless hands.
"68 Joules ......" Thor put down the black crystal ball and sighed, "This time the outing time is much shorter than expected, but it is really rewarding." When I get back to the plastic bones, I'm afraid there will be another breakthrough in the magic power, maybe close to 80 joules. That's not far from the 100 joules of mana required by a third-level apprentice. β
No one would have thought that as soon as Thor entered the second level, his magic power had already increased by more than half, right?
"On the contrary, there is no clue about the locator for the promotion of the second level to the third level. Although the diary is my natural locator, it is clear that the locator is not just about owning it. As I fought in the realm of consciousness, I could see that I could only use my diary as a brick, and not directly act on ideology like everyone else. β
At this moment, several regular knocks on the door interrupted Thor's thoughts.
It should be Senior Byron who came to him.
However, Thor still turned his head sideways and asked, "Who?" β
"Thor, are you back?"
It was Byron's hoarse voice.
Thor smiled, "I'm back." β
He got up to unlock the door, but halfway through he heard Byron seem to be speaking to someone.
ββ¦β¦ He hasn't come back yet. β
Thor's footsteps suddenly stopped in midair.
Another lively and flattering voice sounded, "It should be and...... There's something to discuss. Why don't we come back tomorrow? β
Thor lowered his feet and raised his voice, "Senior Byron? Wright seniors? Is it you? β
But the people outside were still talking as if they hadn't heard him.
"Hmmm......"
"Byron, tomorrow, you must help me say good things!"
"Hmm~" refused.
"Don't be so ruthless, or I'll give you one of my maids?"
"Hmm~~~" the rejection of the continuous turn.
The voice faded away, leaving Thor alone standing stiffly in the room.
After a long time, as if to come back to his senses, or perhaps to muster up courage, Thor slowly turned around and turned his body.
He saw that he was sitting quietly in a chair, with his head slightly bowed, as if he had fallen asleep.
After a long, long time of being stunned, Thor lowered his head, looked at his hands with intact skin, and trembled slightly.
"I ...... He's dead? β
He tried to calm himself down.
The huge mental impact that just saw his body made Thor's vision begin to blur.
Fortunately, Thor stabilized his consciousness in time and did not collapse.
"Impossible." He closed his eyes, then opened them again, his body still sitting quietly in his chair, "The diary has no warning, and I can still sense my connection to my body. β
The connection is not obvious, but it is strong.
Dead geists don't have such a sense of home.
Thor walked back to his chair and tried to sit back on his body.
But when he stood up again, he was disappointed to find that only his soul was standing up.
Turning his head, Thor was sitting there like a statue, with a chest that was still heaving, but like a dead man.
Thor knew that even if he was alive, it would be dangerous for his soul to be out of his body for a long time.
He tried hard to find a way to get back into his body, but after several attempts, it didn't work.
Thor looked over his shoulder, the journal was already floating on his soul's shoulder.
This reassured Thor a little. Regardless, the diary followed him all the time.
"Otherwise, go out to help? I don't know if anyone will find out about my existence. β
He walked to the door and habitually reached out to open the door, but the palm of his hand passed through the handle, he leaned forward and staggered, and his upper body ran directly out of the dormitory, seeing the corridor outside.
Thor hurriedly stood up and just wanted to continue walking, but found that there seemed to be a transparent barrier in front of him, preventing him from moving forward.
At this time, he happened to be stuck on the wall, looking out into the hallway, and turning around to look inside to see the dormitory.
"I've learned how to pierce walls." Thor laughed to himself and continued his exploration in a different direction.
After fumbling around, he noticed a very strange thing.
He is confined to a circle and cannot go too far from his body. But the circle is not centered on his body.
Thor's body is located only at one point on the edge of this circle.
And the range of his soul's movement is within this circle.
When Thor stood at the door of the dormitory, he was separated from his body by exactly the maximum distance of the circle, which was the diameter of the circle.
"Why is this happening?"
Thor couldn't figure it out.
If it is because of the body's constraints on the soul that he can't get too far from his body, it should be a circle centered on the body.
In this case, it was as if the point that really constrained the scope of Thor's soul was not in his physical body, but at the halfway point between his physical body and where he was now.
Fruitless again, Thor stood in a circle opposite his body, thinking about what to do next.
"If I can't get back to my body, will I die?"
I don't know if it's a psychological factor, as soon as Sol thought of this, he felt a feeling of weakness coming from the depths of his soul.
It was at this moment that the diary flew out and unfolded in front of Thor.
[April 23, 316 year of the New Year's calendar,
Are you proud of having killed an evil spirit?
Are you excited after a sudden increase in magic?
Do you feel that your mental power has also broken through?
But people can't get excited too many times,
Overly excited, you've got another problem,
The physical and mental bodies are lifted at the same time,
Now, they're fighting,
As a little pitiful sandwiched in the middle,
You're kicked out.
Maybe you can hide from the cold wind in your diary,
But your body may not be able to endure a long period of emptiness,
Maybe it will choose to open its arms,
Welcoming new guests? γ
Yes, five o'clock again!
(End of chapter)