"Kismet! Don't ......" Thor let go of a tentacle wrapped around the diary and grabbed Kismet.

Halfway through his tentacles, Kismet's body suddenly faded from all color, transforming from a living person into a pure white sculpture.

His expression was even pleasant and relaxed, with a slight curvature at the corners of his mouth.

Vivid and vivid.

In the next second, the whole sculpture suddenly dispersed, and the speed of spreading at first was very fast, but it dropped sharply at a distance of one meter, as if it had become a slow motion, the first snow of winter, fluttering, swirling and falling, falling on Thor's tentacles and eyes, bringing a trace of coldness and disappearing.

Where it originally belonged to his torso, a silver quill was silently suspended at the moment.

This quill pen is not bright, the down is a little messy, and there are a few vertical stripes at the barrel of the pen.

When Thor was about to stop Kismet's tentacle from reaching out, the quill fell right into his tentacle.

Cool to the touch, with a mysterious charm flowing on this broken quill.

The white silk threads that had been attached to Thor's body were recondensed into a pure white page.

Douglas was intercepted by the power of the diary.

That's what Kismet said, "take charge of catching him."

So he didn't even want himself.

Saul picked up his pen and wrote Douglas's name in the blink of an eye.

Like he said, not complete freedom, he didn't want it.

But Saul has to go further.

The sigh fell, and Saul's hundreds of star eyes instantly glared at Douglas.

Wisps of line appeared near Douglas's name, and Thor saw them and raised his pen to scratch them.

For a moment, the world seemed to become a plane, and all the elements in the world became words on paper.

In reality, Douglas, who was about to break away, was suddenly bounced out by the spatial rift, as if he had encountered some barrier, or it could just be a simple magic operation failure.

The moment he grasped the quill, Thor sighed in his heart.

Kismet's consciousness had completely vanished, and the only thing left here was a powerful but dead witchcraft prop.

This guy Kismet is not a good guy, but he calls himself master!

When these lines are connected and transmitted to Douglas, he seems to have changed from a three-dimensional and multi-dimensional life to a simple name, just a symbol on paper.

The dark red hardcover book opened automatically.

So he can't run!

Thor rolls up the quill with his tentacle and takes it to the journal.

A large number of lines extend from the plane of the diary pages, as if to build a new world with the purest lines.

The golden thread on the book was still connected to Douglas in the distance, because Kismet had just let go of his hand, and Douglas's figure had begun to blur, as if it was about to disappear in the blink of an eye.

The scars on its body only add a bit of mystery to the silver quill.

As if he had no teacher, he unwound the thread of his fate that held Douglas and rewound it around the lines that belonged to the diary of the Wizard of Death.

The connection has not stopped, and the lines of the diary continue to stretch forward.

The straight line is endless.

They eventually extended into circular shadows, and with an irresistible trend, they crossed countless light-years and touched directly onto Douglas himself.

At the same moment, Thor's fate line wrapped around the straight line of the diary was also connected to Douglas's main body.

The ontology of the unknown space is inextricably linked to Douglas's current body.

This relationship, once a masterpiece of great pride for Douglas, is now a helping hand for Saul to eliminate him once and for all.

Under the combined effect of the diary and the fate line, the main body is uncontrollably pulled into the wizarding world and merges with Douglas in front of him.

In the eyes of everyone, it was layer after layer of shadow outlines, attached to Douglas one by one.

Flock, who had been observing from the sidelines, suddenly realized, "The shadow is not a Glass body!" It's thousands of splits! He actually projected the shadows of these splits into an overlapping silhouette, so that outsiders could mistakenly think that it was just an individual? If it weren't for Thor grasping the law of connection between the splits, I'm afraid that this time it would only be one of the splits. And the other splits are still hiding in the endless space, and they can't all be cleared at all! ”

The knowledge that Flock blurted out was already a domain that many wizards present did not understand at all, and even if they heard it, they could not understand it, they could only look at everything in front of them in amazement, and countless exclamation marks appeared in their hearts.

"No wonder this guy can live so comfortably in the endless starry sky, and he hasn't been killed after making so many enemies. He's spreading all the costs into thousands of pieces. ”

Flock smiled bitterly in his heart, he was really more popular than people.

He glanced at Thor again, and the guy was even more annoying......

This time, the bitterness is going to come out of the stomach.

But Thor, who did all this, was not as easy as outsiders thought.

Although he relied on diaries and ...... The power of the silver quill pulled Douglas over, only to find that the outlines on Douglas were still trying to get out of it.

It was difficult for Douglas to leave, but a thin layer of shadow was always found to leave.

If this continues, he may not be able to hold out until he pulls the whole of Douglas into the abyss.

And even letting a piece of Douglas escape is an ending that Saul can't accept!

"Soul Fixing Needle!"

At that moment, Gorsa, who was standing on the wreckage of the White Glazed Castle, shouted at Thor .

Thor barely thought about it, and took out the soul fixing needle from his own space that he had always wanted to use, but had never used.

As soon as the soul fixing needle was in hand, it was thrown out directly and flew towards Douglas.

The Soul Fixing Needle features the brainchild of an ancient wizard.

At such a close proximity to the Eye of the Abyss, it was almost impossible to use other sorcery items, let alone break away from their owners and attack from a distance.

But the Soul Fixing Needle can!

The powerful spiritual power fluctuations and black current pollution of fourth- and fifth-order wizards could not affect the soul fixing needle at all.

It rushed to the designated target without the slightest stagnation.

The inconspicuous black needle pierced through the sea breeze and stabbed Douglas on the forehead without a sound.

In an instant, those who were still about to move, wanting to break away from Douglas's shadow layering, immediately stopped moving, and all of them fit on Douglas.

Soul Fixing Needle.

It can not only stabilize the spiritual body and get rid of the influence of pollution, but also gather and fix the scattered and broken spiritual body, so that it cannot escape and leave the body.

Mentor Gorsa's prompt made Thor realize that this Soul Fixing Needle can not only be used to save people, but can also be used to catch people!

Under the fixation of the soul fixing needle, Douglas couldn't run out of a single clone!

The moment the soul fixing needle entered the body, Douglas also clearly realized this.

You can't escape, you can't even get out of here.

Douglas turned his head and rushed at Thor, his eyes red.

"Either let me go, I can swear with my cognitive foundation that I won't come back for revenge, or you'll die with me!"

(End of chapter)