Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 377: Surprised? Unexpected?

However, Saul didn’t end up waiting for Kasila to make a move.

The change came instead from within the forest, now thick with pale white figures!

“Ah—!”

A shrill scream made Saul’s expression change in an instant.

He turned around toward the rear, toward the area under siege by those pale figures, and heard Monroe’s startled cry.

Could it be that Monroe didn’t make it out?

Although they had agreed beforehand that everyone would rely on their own abilities, Saul hadn’t truly believed that four people who had survived half a year in the Elven Valley would die so easily.

Yet now, someone had already been taken down.

And none of Saul’s own soul bodies guard had fallen yet!

“Someone couldn’t hold back anymore,” Saul muttered, unsure whether he felt excitement or tension. He stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips.

His tongue was dark red—like a demon who had just drunk human blood.

“Why would Mark strike Monroe, who hadn’t even made it out of the forest yet?”

The next moment, Saul suddenly felt a stir within the diary in his soul body—it was Herman, returning to the diary.

Before Saul could ask Herman the cause of his "death," Kasila at the front had already placed her palm on the palace gates!

Saul immediately looked toward Kongsha. He wanted to know if Kongsha, wearing the head of the Elf King, would be willing to give up the Pure White Throne in order to leave the Elven Valley.

He was certain these people didn’t fully believe him, but he was even more certain that—even if what Saul said had only a ten percent chance of being true—they would absolutely not risk letting someone else have the Pure White Throne.

At that moment, Kongsha was calmly watching Kasila. She hadn’t stepped forward, nor launched any spell attacks.

And the area around her was eerily silent.

Perhaps sensing Saul’s gaze, Kongsha’s left eye slowly turned toward him… while her right eye remained locked tightly on Kasila!

Kongsha opened her lips and silently mouthed a sentence: “You noticed?”

BOOM!!!

The palace doors suddenly burst open. Kasila, who had just been about to open the doors, leapt backward the moment the doors gave way.

Her legs were like two compressed springs—suddenly releasing and straightening in an instant.

At that precise moment, a sharp stone spike shot out from the crack between the doors.

“CLANG!”

The doors slammed hard into the walls on either side. As Saul turned back to look, he saw clearly what had emerged from behind them.

It was a support pillar from the display shelf in the third hall!

Saul remembered passing through that hall before—he had seen a pile of overturned furniture inside, including that display shelf.

The sharp pillar had appeared to have been violently destroyed, lying horizontally across the room.

But now, this very pillar was wedged into the wooden frame of the display shelf, thrusting forward like a deadly spear aimed at Kasila.

It was like a swordsman stepping forward with a rapier—lunging to strike!

Kasila may have appeared reckless, but her reflexes were sharp. She sprang into the air, already outside the reach of the Soul-Devouring Mire. She clasped her hands in front of her chest, and between them, a radiant orb of searing light began to form.

Kasila’s main element wasn’t light—it was fire.

Standing closest to her, Saul could already feel the heat, hot enough to singe the very hairs on his body!

And Kasila’s hands were visibly swollen and red; her palms were even showing signs of blackened, carbonized burns.

But just before the searing orb could be thrown—

A black tentacle suddenly pierced through Kasila’s chest!

Her eyes widened in shock, her spell instantly disrupted. Her soul body twisted her face into a grotesque expression, and her skin began to melt like grease.

The Soul-Devouring Mire!

Saul’s heart jumped in alarm.

Kasila had clearly stepped onto the palace grounds—by all reasoning, the Soul-Devouring Mire should no longer have targeted her.

But everything had happened so abruptly—the Soul-Devouring Mire had broken the rules of the Four Seasons Forest.

The black tentacle that pierced Kasila’s chest did not stop there—it sharply reversed in the air and skewered her head as well!

Kasila, still struggling to save herself, began to convulse violently, then with a BOOM, she burst into a fireball—engulfing even the black tentacle in raging flames!

Saul’s pupils shrink as he watched. He dove forward, rolling across the ground several times, and in the same instant, a cloud of gray mist exploded around him, instantly obscuring a three-meter radius.

At the same time that Saul leapt away, another black tentacle shot down from above, squelching into the already-softened ground.

Then came a second, a third!

These tentacles struck like a machine gun, chasing after Saul and narrowly missing his figure as they stabbed into the earth.

If Saul had been even one second slower, he would’ve ended up just like Kasila—with a giant hole run through him.

Even when he was fully enveloped in the dense, opaque gray mist, five or six tentacles continued to strike into the shrouded area.

Squelch!

Squelch! Squelch!

By the time the fifth tentacle struck, a wet sound echoed from within the mist—flesh being pierced.

Then, guided by that clue, the sixth and seventh tentacles also struck—bringing with them that chilling sound of flesh tearing.

Kongsha let out a delighted giggle, her body trembling slightly with joy.

Her red lips parted, and her soft tongue flicked across her snow-white teeth—the forked tip of her tongue slithering like a serpent.

She didn’t rush forward. Instead, she directed dozens of thicker, black tentacles to surround the lingering mist in a tight formation.

Kongsha herself swept her eyes sideways toward the forest.

Saul’s two remaining Guards had yet to break through the pale white figures.

They had stayed under siege, focusing their efforts on shielding Saul and clearing his path—so they had not made it out with him and were now trapped by the pale attackers.

“Hmph!” Kongsha rolled her eyes in contempt. “So your master came back just to fetch you two? Just so he could use you as human shields, sacrificial pawns.”

The siege surrounding the two guards grew restless—perhaps they had sensed their master was in danger and were trying to fight their way out.

But those loyal guards likely had no idea that the Death Season held even more terrifying black tentacles waiting for them.

Kongsha began walking slowly toward the gray mist shrouding Saul. She didn’t believe Saul would die that easily.

At the same time, she believed even more in the Soul-Devouring Mire she was currently controlling—ancient and mighty. This was not a power a wizard apprentice could possibly withstand.

In fact, under the scale of this ancient Soul-Devouring Mire, even true wizards would only have the chance to run for their lives. freeweɓnovel.cøm

“Looks like Mark has also discovered my secret. But he's smart—he killed Monroe and ran immediately. Hmm… did he also kill one of Saul’s guards? Heh, knowing when to stop. No wonder Master Kaz is so fond of him.”

Kongsha didn’t care about Mark’s desertion.

The Elven Valley remained closed—he couldn’t truly escape.

As long as Kongsha dealt with Saul and learned the secret of the throne, she could easily hunt down that runaway little rat and crush him.

By now, Kongsha had reached the edge of the gray mist. She placed her hand on one of the black tentacles beside her, clearing away distracting thoughts and focusing her full attention on the mist.

Even with Saul seemingly caught and likely wounded, she didn’t dare underestimate him.

She raised her hand and swept it across—sending a small tornado to stir the air. It sucked up a large portion of the gray mist and carried it into the sky.

As the tornado faded, the scene before her became clear.

And the moment Kongsha saw the blood-covered person lying on the ground, her expression shifted in an instant—from astonishment to rage.

“Why is it YOU!!!”

The one lying on the ground, pierced through the chest and limbs by five or six tentacles, was a tall guard wearing a black scarf over his eyes.

“Cough, cough…” Agu spat out a thick glob of red liquid, grinned broadly at Kongsha—scarlet teeth still flecked with chunks of meat.

“Surprised? Didn’t expect that, did you?”

And beside Agu, a golden coin engraved with a weeping face reflected the dazzling sunlight.

Kongsha: Surprise, your %￥#￥……#

(End of Chapter)