Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 200: Flame Pearl

Saul saw that Little Algae's assault was being blocked, so he immediately flipped and jumped onto the stairs made of arms. From his palm, he rapidly unleashed a flurry of Strike Undead spells.

His mental form was stable, and his magic was abundant. Casting his most familiar Strike Undead was like a machine gun going “rat-tat-tat-tat—”!

The human arms struck by the black glow immediately shriveled up like cotton touched by fire.

But just as the original arms withdrew, new ones appeared without end.

And the shapes of these new arms became increasingly bizarre—some even resembled the limbs of arthropods and wild beasts.

However, Saul had already prepared for this inability to get close to the target.

A tendril as thick as a python suddenly split into many mid-air, like a tightly braided rope suddenly unraveling—spreading wide like a giant net.

Every finger-thick tendril opened up a shark-like maw at the tip, filled with rows of black teeth.

Some fell onto the arms, some were grabbed, and some, luckily, pierced through the layers of defense and reached the massive bug.

No matter which tendril it was, the moment it made contact with the enemy, the mouth opened 180 degrees and chomped down!

“Chomp, chomp, chomp!”

The white grub-like body, essentially made of fat, was quickly bitten open in many places.

As long as the very tip of the tendril wasn't grabbed, the tendril could keep extending until its maw reached its target.

The densely packed shark teeth sank in as soon as they touched flesh, burrowing deeper and deeper—leaving pits of all sizes on the massive bug's body.

But these small holes were still too insignificant to seriously harm the giant human-faced worm. Ralph’s head continued to lick the floor in a dazed fascination.

Then, the thickest tendril outside the fight suddenly opened its maw, and a crystal vial was rolled out by a black tongue, hovering right above one of the worm’s small wounds.

Nearby arms were all tangled up with other tendrils and Saul’s magic, leaving this lone tendril unchallenged.

Whoosh—

The barrage of Strike Undead suddenly stopped—replaced by a sharp arrow.

The arrowhead pierced the fragile crystal vial, spilling a transparent liquid and spreading a strong kerosene smell throughout the room.

The moment the vial shattered, the smaller tendrils fighting the arms instantly severed their own tips and recoiled.

The arms that were splashed with liquid instantly twisted grotesquely, and Ralph finally regained consciousness from the pain.

His greasy body trembled as, lifted his head from the floor—only a trace of blood remained.

The butler's head was still lodged between those thin lips, its eyes now hollow sockets, but now turned outward, gazing dully at the world of the dead.

Ralph shut his mouth. His face quickly vanished from the front of the worm and bulged outward from the side facing Saul.

But unfortunately for him, that was the area most heavily doused in liquid—especially the many wounds Little Algae had chewed out. Those were decaying much faster than the skin or arms. The small pits quickly expanded into gaping craters.

“Hee-yah!!” Ralph suddenly thrust his upper body up and roared—not much pain in the voice, showing that he had more resistance than the arms on his body.

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Saul saw several human heads writhing painfully in Ralph's throat—among them was the butler’s, whose face still held a faint, relieved smile.

Even though the human-faced worm Ralph was covered in wounds, it could still move. Its entire body started to contract inward like a coiled spring ready to launch.

Saul immediately realized that the enemy was about to attack.

The scene of that spring-like leap swallowing Victor whole was still fresh in his mind.

He grew tense but didn’t immediately flee for the basement exit.

His plan wasn’t finished yet.

Saul lowered his hands, and two spell scrolls slipped into his palms from his sleeves. He raised his hands again, preparing to hurl the scrolls.

Suddenly, a red light burst from his chest, and the image of Knight Olaf instantly appeared before him.

Olaf lunged toward the exit. His previously upright and slightly dumb expression vanished completely.

There was also a semi-transparent face twisted into a sneer. “Shameless thief, die here with me! Dare to covet the glory of Bloodthorn—pay with your life!”

But Olaf’s form froze in place, barely half a meter away from the blood-red magic crystal. He struggled to move forward but couldn’t budge an inch.

“What’s going on?” Olaf looked panicked—this clearly wasn’t part of his plan. “Why can’t I get out?”

Saul didn’t respond to Olaf’s alarm, nor did he tell him that the knight's feet were still stuck in the blood-red magic crystal behind his back.

Nor did he reveal that this was all his doing.

He had no time to deal with the wraith knight now. Saul kept moving. With a quick flick, he threw out the scroll in his left hand while activating the long-held Soul Armor in his right.

A transparent barrier instantly enveloped Saul and also Olaf, who was tied half a meter away.

The scroll flying through the air suddenly ignited without fire, transforming into a massive fireball midair, charging straight at the lunging fat worm.

The ultimate technique of countless wizards—Fireball.

Wait, correction—this was a destructively powerful Second Tier spell scroll:

Flame Pearl.

Second Tier spells were powerful spells only Third Rank apprentices could learn. Flame Pearl was especially known for its destructive force!

“If it’s oil, it has no reason not to fear fire,” Saul muttered.

The incredibly destructive Second Tier spell collided head-on with the springing worm.

Both carried immense energy as they met in the air. The atmosphere distorted instantly, and a violent explosion erupted at the point of impact.

In the blinding blast, Saul vaguely saw a white, fleshy blob thrown backward by the shockwave. The entire room trembled.

Fortunately, the basement had been reinforced by magic, otherwise, it would’ve collapsed for sure.

Saul’s Soul Armor shook violently. Under the continuous assault of the explosion’s shockwave, it quickly dissolved.

But this had been part of Saul’s plan.

He watched as the human-faced worm writhed in pain on the floor, knocking over every piece of furniture in the room, managing to put out most of the flames.

But flickering embers still clung to it because the crystal vial that Little Algae had spat out earlier didn’t contain an antidote, but rather flammable oil mixed with a small amount of antidote.

This stuff was cheap, so Ralph’s lab had plenty of it.

Now, thanks to Little Algae’s gnawing, the Flame Pearl’s explosion, and the subsequent burning fueled by the oil, the worm was covered in large, open wounds.

These exposed injuries were no longer white, they revealed stretched white fascia packed with pale yellow fat.

The arms that had sprouted were torn to pieces by the explosion and the worm’s rolling.

One black tendril with a small flame atop it shot forward again. Taking advantage of the worm’s rolling, it opened its mouth and rolled out a smaller crystal vial.

This time, the bottle contained thick, golden, oil-like liquid.

Snap! A familiar arrow shot out, once again shattering the crystal vial.

The viscous fluid splashed into the large wounds, producing a sizzling sound.

A strip of white fascia was instantly corroded away, and the surrounding yellow fat collapsed like butter in a pan, unable to offer protection.

The wound expanded rapidly, and A huge cavity formed on the worm’s surface.

“Ahhhhhhh!” A scream of agony rang out.

The human-faced worm, now reeking of charred flesh, twisted in agony on the ground.

This time, it was real. The pain caused by the antidote surpassed all the other injuries.

Ralph suddenly lifted his head and glared at Saul.

Though his facial features were stretched to the point of distortion, a thick hatred could still be seen.

He no longer cared about the pain, He just wanted to tear apart the small man who had caused him such suffering.

The worm compressed again, though due to the heavy corrosion, its speed was greatly reduced.

Saul knew he couldn’t wait any longer. The antidote had already penetrated the dermis and subcutaneous layers. Ralph was finished.

He didn’t bother watching the outcome. He turned and ran.

The knight still stuck in the blood-red crystal was instantly flung in a semicircle, forced to follow behind Saul.

Behind Ralph, a black tendril swiftly retracted.

BANG.

Saul escaped the basement. Once Little Algae emerged as well, he immediately shut the door.

Magic surged and severed the door’s connection, and a streak of magic light resealed the entrance.

BOOM!!!!!!

A thunderous impact struck the door immediately after.

But the door didn’t budge an inch.

The entire castle trembled slightly, yet the basement door showed no sign of opening.

Saul stood up, snuffed out the flame atop Little Algae’s head, clapped the black ash from his hands, and sighed in admiration.

“No wonder this is a wizard family with a hundred years of heritage. This basement door is built like a fortress!”

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(End of Chapter)