Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 691: Fire Clouds

In Saul's consciousness platform, a circle of intertwined, twisted light lines suddenly appeared.

Saul hadn't entered his consciousness body again—this was just a projection of his soul.

Ever since his journey through the Storm Eye, Saul had discovered that while his spiritual body's strength hadn't changed, its resilience had multiplied several times.

This meant Saul's spiritual body would be very difficult to damage, twist, or pollute.

So he could multitask, projecting his soul onto the consciousness platform while completely abandoning human form, not needing to keep a head to remind himself he was still human.

When this mass of twisted light lines appeared in his consciousness space, Saul could clearly see several thin lines surrounding him.

Three of them belonged to Kismet, Pei'er, and Byron respectively—Saul had confirmed this when using teleportation just now.

The owners of the other thin lines couldn't be determined by Saul yet.

But they were undoubtedly among those close to him.

But he wasn't looking at the nearby thin lines now, instead focusing intently on Herbert.

Soon, he saw a thin line extending skyward above Herbert's head.

A thin line extracted from Saul's consciousness body, his gaze lifting upward, gradually fading until it disappeared.

At Herbert's overhead line, a thin line suddenly appeared, lightly touching both ends.

Saul's figure suddenly vanished and suddenly appeared behind Herbert.

At this moment, Herbert's entire body had transformed into flame form, holding a slight advantage in battle against Pei'er.

But he never relaxed his attention on Saul.

Upon discovering Saul's figure had suddenly disappeared, alarms immediately sounded in his mind.

Instantly, Herbert's body exploded apart, transforming from unified flames into a cloud-like swarm of fireflies.

These fireflies immediately turned to try enveloping Saul.

Several black blades instantly appeared beside Saul and attacked the fireflies.

Soon over a dozen fireflies were cut in half, immediately self-combusting into ash.

But the remaining swarm was still numerous.

Saul transformed one hand into Soul Fishing tentacles, casually sweeping away dozens of fireflies, but couldn't pull Herbert's soul into the consciousness platform.

He even felt like he'd completely missed, not touching the other's soul at all.

"Be careful! Herbert's state can't be dealt with—as long as one firefly lives, he can't be killed!"

Seeing Saul rashly emerge to ambush Herbert only to be counterattacked and nearly surrounded, Pei'er was extremely anxious.

She mobilized air barriers again, wanting to separate Saul and Herbert.

Hearing Pei'er's reminder, Saul thought, "As expected. The higher the rank, the harder it becomes for same-rank wizards to determine victory. These people have extremely powerful offensive and life-saving methods."

But Saul never intended to easily resolve Herbert with just these two moves.

"Kismet!"

At this moment, a cold female voice rang out.

Upon hearing this voice, the first to change expression was Herbert, who was preparing to attack Saul.

Ten thousand fireflies suddenly scattered in all directions—east, west, south, north.

This voice that struck terror into Herbert belonged to a fourth-rank wizard.

Sky City Lord Ophelia.

Saul didn't immediately pursue, but looked toward Kismet within the air barrier.

The latter smiled lightly and shook his head, seemingly saying "don't worry, I can handle it."

What audacity.

Saul expressionlessly looked away, sensed briefly, then pursued in one direction.

Pei'er vigilantly watched Kismet, then hurriedly followed when Saul left.

Ten thousand fireflies together formed a massive insect cloud.

But scattered and distributed throughout a pine forest, each became an inconspicuous existence.

A firefly landed among grass, very humanly turning back to look in the direction it came from.

The fourth-rank wizard hadn't pursued.

"Good thing Ophelia wasn't targeting me. So my plan hasn't been completely exposed yet."

Herbert breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now I just need to contact the Tribunal and this matter will be fine."

If Herbert had sacrificed everyone in the Borderland for anchor points, he would definitely become a target for both the Tribunal and Stargate Council.

But now that his plan had failed, he didn't need to truly break with the Tribunal.

At most he'd face some punishment and sign a few more unequal treaties.

The Stargate Council and Tribunal were in constant opposition, so they couldn't easily move against Herbert, who was affiliated with the Tribunal.

But Sky City Lord Ophelia was different.

Her avatar coming to the Borderland definitely had designs on anchor points too.

She might not spare Herbert, who had nearly stolen her target.

So when Herbert heard Ophelia's voice, he was so frightened he immediately fled.

That moody witch really might kill him if displeased.

After fleeing nearly an hour and dispersing countless fireflies, Ophelia shouldn't pursue anymore.

The firefly Herbert had become gradually enlarged, transforming back into a bald male wizard.

He took out his Tribunal Token, his face showing some unwillingness.

After contacting the Tribunal, he'd truly have no chance at anchor points.

Without anchor points, would he still have the opportunity to become fourth-rank?

"You're not afraid of the Tribunal, but fear Sky City?" At this moment, Saul's figure again appeared behind Herbert.

Gray-white tentacles touched Herbert's neck as Saul spoke.

However, flames immediately rose from the latter's skin surface.

Saul felt like being burned by red-hot metal, hurriedly retracting his tentacles back into his own palms.

"Seems your tentacle ability isn't just absorbing pollution." Herbert sneered coldly, raising his hand to touch the skin on his neck. "You just tried to inject pollution into my body?"

Herbert's dejection was completely swept away.

He'd just been thinking about having to abandon this opportunity, but unexpectedly the target had been bold enough to pursue directly.

"Is the Storm Eye slumbering in your soul?" Herbert grinned maliciously, pressing his palm with crackling sounds of flames burning wood.

"Then I'll extract your soul and roast it like a goose, to see if the Storm Eye can continue staying quiet?"

He didn't believe Saul could seal the Storm Eye himself.

It must be temporary suppression.

This way, the opportunity to seize anchor points might appear before Herbert again!

Herbert appeared unhurried on the surface, even in the mood for metaphors, but was actually secretly mobilizing magic power.

He wanted to seal this area, preventing Saul from using teleportation again.

Though he couldn't teleport, he knew that sealing a wizard's magic power or an entire region's magic fluctuations could prevent easy teleportation.

Seeing Herbert about to pounce again, Saul hurriedly shouted, "Don't move!"

Herbert was stunned and actually stopped.

Not because he was obeying Saul.

But because the pollution Saul had touched to his neck during the ambush was taking effect!

"What is this?"

Herbert touched his neck a second time—he'd clearly expelled the pollution Saul tried to inject!

But when he withdrew his hand this time, he found his palm was burning.

"It's the anchor point you've been longing for."

Saul raised his left hand. His ring fingertip was transparent, the bone inside completely black except for a white section at the tip.

Herbert's expression changed dramatically. "You obtained anchor point fragments?"

Looking at Saul, his eyes blazed with fury. He desperately wanted to rush forward and seize that white bone, but reason told him to flee immediately.

He didn't understand how Saul had managed to preserve anchor point fragments in his fingertip.

But he knew this thing absolutely couldn't be touched directly.

The escaping pollution power could easily mutate a high-rank wizard!

"You ambushed me with anchor point fragments?" Herbert suddenly realized what Saul had done when appearing behind him.

Without waiting for Saul's answer, Herbert again became ten thousand fireflies, flying outward desperately and chaotically.

However, it hadn't flown long before suddenly beginning to burn.

Every firefly was burning.

As if physical division couldn't prevent pollution's spread. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Moreover, in places Saul couldn't see, in the valley occupied by the Firefly Lord, large numbers of dancing fireflies suddenly began burning simultaneously.

They buzzed and rolled, unable to stop the flames' spread.

Before long, all fireflies in the Borderland began burning while flying skyward.

Beautiful as fire clouds.

(End of Chapter)