Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 128: He’s Coming

Senior Byron let out a sigh, his slightly stiff face showing a trace of lingering fear.

“Thankfully, that True Wizard–level wraith wasn’t formed from a wizard’s death. It was a newly birthed wraith—an amalgamation of numerous weak wraiths bound by the soul storm. It’s incomplete. As a result, its consciousness is extremely chaotic. While there is a dominant mind, its actions are often affected by other fragmented thoughts.”

Wright added from the front, equally shaken. “Luckily, while we were holding it off, Nick cast his emotion-based sorcery to disrupt its mind. That gave us a chance to escape. But Nick nearly died from emotional backlash—Byron had no choice but to knock him out and carry him away.”

Hearing this, Saul looked at Nick—currently slung over Byron’s back—with deep admiration.

Nick specialized in emotion-based sorcery and had to suppress his emotional fluctuations daily to maintain the efficacy of his spells. But because of that, whenever his emotions surged out of control, they would end up hurting him instead.

Saul suspected this might be why Nick had yet to advance to the Third Rank.

According to Byron’s continued account, during their escape, the wraith caught up again, and in the chaos, they got separated from Wright.

Byron and Bill stumbled their way back to the previous layer of the caverns—and not long after, ran into the people chasing Saul.

That enemy, dressed entirely in silver, was incredibly strong. But even in a two-on-one fight, he wasn’t able to overpower Byron and Bill.

After probing their strength, the enemy gave up the fight and retreated.

“If Saul’s guess is right, then that silver-clad man is…” Wright recalled Saul’s earlier encounter.

“Herman,” Byron confirmed the enemy’s identity. “One of the strongest Third Rank apprentices from Land Drifters.”

Why would one of Land Drifters’ top Third Rank apprentices appear here?

No one voiced the question, but all of them instinctively thought of the four men Bill had killed. Could one of them have been close to Herman?

“A three-masted ship and Herman… Land Drifters must’ve sent quite a few people this time.” Wright, running ahead, gave Saul a thumbs-up over his shoulder. “And you still managed to make it out alive—impressive!”

“But now the problem is, once we reach the surface, we might be bombarded by cannon fire from the three-masted ship.”

Wolves ahead and tigers behind—the situation had become critically dangerous.

Saul couldn’t help but start thinking: What should they do now?

“Unless they’re confident they can kill every last one of us, Land Drifters won’t dare to act too openly,” said Bill, still sprinting at full speed up front. “Don’t forget how the Tower Master dealt with their captain last time. They’ve stayed away from Wizard Tower territory ever since.”

“Don’t be so optimistic, Bill! If they really didn’t dare act near the Tower, would Saul have been forced underground like this?” Wright clearly disagreed.

But regardless of whether Land Drifters would strike, they had no choice but to head for the surface.

Compared to Third Rank apprentices from Land Drifters, a True Wizard–level wraith was far more terrifying.

“If we can somehow get them to clash with that wraith, we might be able to escape during the chaos.” Bill suddenly glanced back, a strange glint flickering in his eyes, as if plotting something.

“What’s that up ahead?” Saul, keeping a close eye on the path, suddenly called out.

“What?” Bill, leading the group, turned to look—and saw clusters of white phantoms appearing in the tunnel.

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They were the same armless remnants they had seen earlier.

But unlike the earlier ones, which had been cautious and dead silent, these wore grotesquely exaggerated smiles—eyebrows raised unnaturally high, mouths curled in eerie arcs.

As if invisible strings were pulling their features into mockery-filled grins devoid of joy.

They stood shoulder-to-shoulder across the tunnel, completely blocking the path.

“Heh, just a bunch of trash,” Bill scoffed and tried to charge straight through the incorporeal-looking wall of spirits.

But the moment he collided with the phantom wall, he was repelled by a massive force.

“What the hell?” Bill’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Wright quickly stepped up and kicked it—only to feel like he had struck a wall of flesh.

He instantly channeled his magic and sent a jagged earthen spike at the spirit wall. But the moment it touched, it snapped in two.

The armless phantoms that had been struck only smiled wider.

Byron raised his hand and fired a beam of black light. When it hit, several phantoms wailed and dissolved.

Saul mimicked him and cast a spirit-targeting spell as well, but his Strike Undead wasn’t as powerful—he could only take down one phantom at a time.

Then Saul noticed something chilling—the surrounding temperature had dropped sharply without him realizing it. Despite only wearing a shirt and a robe, he felt a sudden, biting chill.

“He’s coming!” Wright suddenly shouted, voice shaking. “Only a True Wizard–level wraith can temporarily materialize remnants like this!”

“Stop yelling. You think we don’t know that?” Bill snapped, already attacking again.

His poison mist had little effect on the phantoms, but as a veteran Third Rank apprentice, Bill knew a few spirit-specific spells too.

Wright, unfortunately, only knew the most basic Strike Undead, and was just as ineffective as Saul.

Just as the phantom wall looked like it was about to break, new white silhouettes emerged from the cavern walls.

These too bore warped grins, and walked into the tunnel to form a fresh blockade.

The thinning wall of phantoms thickened again—and even grew more solid than before.

Saul hurried to attack the phantoms not yet part of the wall, but found his attacks passed right through them—as if they weren’t real.

They could only attack the materialized spirit wall.

Now Saul noticed that the walls and ground around them had been coated in a layer of white frost at some point.

It was getting colder—much colder.

Wright, on the verge of panic, shouted, “He’s coming! Don’t hold back!”

As he shouted, he pulled out a scroll and hurled it at the wall of phantoms.

The scroll landed and instantly transformed into a black circular void. A small wind vortex appeared above it, kicking up dust and spinning rapidly.

The spirit remnants near it began to melt away—their forms twisted and stretched before getting sucked into the black hole.

Even Saul, who was at the rear, felt like his consciousness was being pulled in.

Whatever spell that scroll contained, it was terrifying—and definitely expensive.

Wright’s face twitched, his complexion even paler than before.

Byron and Bill’s magical auras surged dramatically—they were casting Second-Tier spells.

Seeing this, Saul didn’t idle. He finally activated the Soul Borers spell he had been preparing.

With full-power attacks unleashed, the spirit wall finally began to dissolve.

The group advanced as they fought, trying to punch through faster.

Rip—

As Saul stepped forward, he realized his shoes had begun to freeze to the ground.

It was even colder now.

He couldn’t help but glance back. The tunnel behind remained silent and black.

But he could feel it.

A pressure—formless and overwhelming—was approaching fast.

Just as Wright had said: He was coming.

(End of Chapter)