Diary of a Dead Wizard

Chapter 939: Behind the Rift

Penny would take Heywood to the Second Wizard Tower.

The reason for not sending him further away was that there were rotting black tide monsters everywhere. Even though Penny was a Nightmare Butterfly, she couldn't guarantee safely taking Heywood away to a more distant location.

The nearest Second Wizard Tower was relatively safe. Unless both Saul and Murphy couldn't withstand the anchor point.

When Saul sent Heywood away, Murphy disappeared from the ruins of the First Wizard Tower and reappeared inside the monster's body beneath the anchor point.

The black tide monster had rotted until almost only bones remained, which actually made it easier for Murphy to approach its skull from below.

However, the four-winged anchor point perched on the monster's head didn't care about the monster beneath its feet at all. With a light bounce, it directly shattered the monster's skull and rushed toward Murphy.

Murphy had long been prepared for the opponent's attack. His body sank simultaneously, heavy as a mountain peak, likewise crushing the monster's ribs as he rapidly fell into the sea.

"Wizard Murphy actually took the initiative to enter the sea?" Saul recalled what Robin had said—that it was truly the ocean that was polluted.

"Could it be that Wizard Murphy wants to use pollution to isolate pollution?" Saul's mind brightened. No longer hesitating, his entire body transformed into a black arrow, piercing the sea surface and diving deep into the seabed.

Upon entering the ocean, Saul saw Wizard Murphy continuing to sink deeper while wrestling with the anchor point.

Whether due to the anchor point's influence or Murphy's own control, his arm in contact with the anchor point, along with his nearby face and neck, had all turned into clod-like forms. Fragments were constantly being carried away by the seawater.

But Murphy's expression looked very calm, as if everything was still under his control.

"Saul... hold down... seabed..."

The other's voice came through intermittently. Saul immediately transformed into a shadow, rushing toward the anchor point.

Drawing close, Saul's hand quickly pressed down on one of the anchor point's wings, then increased his strength, cooperating with Murphy below to jointly escort the anchor point toward the seabed.

Two people and one monster descended rapidly, traveling through darkness for a long time before finally approaching the seabed.

Murphy freed one hand and suddenly reached downward.

The seabed he pointed at suddenly began growing upward. The rising land had a cross-section of over a hundred square meters, splitting open in a cross pattern at the center like a giant mouth trying to swallow all three in one gulp.

Murphy's upper body, which had turned to earth, suddenly softened and instead wrapped around the anchor point that was restraining him.

Seeing this scene, Saul knew his guess was correct—Murphy wanted to seal the anchor point at the bottom of the sea.

This might only be a short-term seal, but as long as they waited for the black tide to pass, they could free up their hands to relocate the anchor point again.

"Saul, let go!" Being close, Murphy's voice transmission became very clear.

The other was a wizard who specialized in earth attributes—the seabed couldn't trap him, but it would be troublesome for Saul to get out. Murphy couldn't possibly risk the anchor point escaping by opening a door for Saul alone.

Seeing Murphy about to enter the cross-shaped opening, Saul quickly released his grip and retreated rapidly to avoid being drawn in.

However, just as the anchor point was about to be pulled underground by Murphy, Murphy's upper body suddenly exploded in place, earth clods scattering and turning into a muddy mess in the sea.

The white anchor point also broke free at that instant.

The next second, the mud automatically reorganized back into Murphy's human form. Looking at the anchor point that had already escaped more than ten meters away, he was about to risk teleporting, but in the next second, Saul's figure appeared beside the anchor point first and grabbed hold of it.

It turned out that while Saul was pressing the anchor point downward, he had left a tiny bit of soul fragment on it.

Under the anchor point's pollution, this bit of soul fragment couldn't last very long and would soon be polluted by the anchor point, losing its coordinate ability.

But just in case, he had still left it behind, and unexpectedly it really came in handy.

After Saul grabbed the anchor point, he immediately felt his fingers cracking, as if they might crumble to powder at any moment. To prevent the anchor point from escaping, he could only redirect all his magical power to repair his palm. But because of this, the pollution from the anchor point began to reversely infect his entire body through his magical power.

This was the terrifying aspect of anchor points.

Living anchor points didn't have particularly strong combat power, but the pollution they inherently carried was impossible to defend against.

They could only endure it, as if competing to see who lived longer.

Fortunately, Saul wasn't fighting alone—Murphy had already appeared behind the anchor point.

Having learned from the previous accident, Murphy this time directly transformed his entire body into a silvery-white soft substance, instantly wrapping around the anchor point. Then the remaining soft material layered on top, sealing the anchor point completely within a silvery-white spherical center.

Afterward, that silvery-white sphere actually teleported directly into the interior of the cross-shaped opening.

Saul watched with his heart in his throat. Could he actually teleport while carrying the anchor point? Wasn't he afraid of dying here?

He was the creator of the Sighing Wall and also the guarantee that the Sighing Wall could stand to this day!

Wasn't he afraid that if he died, the Sighing Wall would also be destroyed?

Worry aside, Saul could only follow at a moderate distance to prevent another accident from occurring.

But an accident really did occur again.

A rift suddenly appeared on the seabed.

It wasn't rock splitting or seawater separating, but a genuine spatial fissure.

The rift was a full meter long, with constantly shifting colors in the gap between.

Saul's mental power disappeared into it the instant it detected the rift.

When the rift appeared, the silvery-white sphere that Murphy had transformed into immediately became motionless, then as if attracted by a powerful magnetic force, rushed uncontrollably toward the rift.

Just as Saul was about to intervene, he suddenly discovered that his left hand was also experiencing an extremely terrifying attractive force!

That suction was actually coming from the anchor point fragment at his fingertip!

Saul and the silvery-white sphere that Murphy had transformed into were simultaneously attracted by that rift, arriving at the rift's entrance almost simultaneously.

The interior of the rift was complete chaos. Saul couldn't sense at all what things were inside or what kind of world it was.

But the diary gave him the answer.

The rift appeared too quickly—Saul had no time to actively sense the opponent's danger. Fortunately, the diary could still provide active warnings.

But at the same time, the diary's warning came too late. It was as if the previous second it had also been deceived by the rift, only reacting when Saul was about to be sucked into the rift.

However, better late than never.

Saul already understood what was inside that rift.

That was the Abyssal Eye.

The most terrifying source hidden within the black tide vortex.

He had no time to think and grabbed the silvery-white sphere that was about to be sucked into the rift ahead of him.

"Wizard Murphy, release the anchor point!"

Murphy made no sound, but the silvery-white sphere split in half, and the four-winged anchor point that had been trapped inside was instantly sucked into the rift.

But Murphy was too close to the rift. Although he had released the anchor point in time, his body continued moving toward the rift due to inertia.

The transformation and the anchor point's influence made it impossible for Murphy to escape immediately.

At the same time, Saul couldn't remove the anchor point from his index finger and was still being drawn toward the rift. But he still didn't give up.

"Pop!"

A strange sound rang out.

An eye suddenly appeared on Saul's shin bone.

However, this was just the beginning.

A large number of prismatic eyes, like bubbles emerging from boiling water, continuously appeared, exploded, appeared again, and exploded again.

After the eyes appeared, Saul's speed approaching the rift immediately slowed down, finally stopping completely just as he was about to touch the fissure.

The diary gave no further warnings, clearly indicating that Saul's decisive summoning of eyes all over his body was an absolutely correct choice!

Only then did Murphy recover from the anchor point's influence, barely returning to human form. When he looked at Saul again, he discovered that this young wizard who had turned into a complete skeleton was actually covered with eyes!

Countless new eyes squeezed out from the gaps between already existing eyes, their density like the most full-grained grapes.

Murphy had never seen such a scene before. His soul body, already battered and worn, finally reached its limit.

His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

(End of Chapter)