Wizard Immortal

Chapter 250 Screams

"The Divine Stone..."

Standing on flat ground, muttering to himself, Adir looked in a certain direction in the distance.

It was a tall building, constructed entirely of black wood, standing a full seven meters tall compared to the other low-rise buildings around it.

Under Adir's keen senses, that place was also the source of the surrounding power fluctuations. A unique power emanated from there, gradually spreading to the surroundings and forming this barrier.

"If nothing unexpected happens, that fragment of the divine stone is probably there."

He looked in the direction of the wooden tower and thought to himself.

After a short while, as darkness fell, Adir, led by a local, walked toward the room prepared for him.

As night fell, darkness gradually descended.

As darkness fell, the barrier surrounding the village seemed to begin to falter.

A faint ripple passed through from the outside, revealing the shape of a person.

It was a tall man dressed entirely in black, with only his eyes showing. His scarlet eyes were filled with savagery and bloodlust. Like a puppet, he slowly walked forward.

It walked straight past, taking advantage of the moment when the barrier outside the village began to weaken, and went directly into the village, seemingly groping for something.

A faint connection made it walk away into the distance until it stopped in front of a house.

Inside the house, a middle-aged man, holding a knife, was sweating profusely as he stared at the men in black outside, his face filled with fear.

"How could this be... Why are these monsters appearing...?"

The middle-aged man had a scar on his face and was drenched in sweat. He was the same Sir who had brought Adir and the others here during the day.

However, his appearance changed at this moment. A black mark appeared on his body, which had now spread to his chest, with a snake head mark faintly emerging on it.

Strangely, however, he seemed completely oblivious to what was happening to him, his eyes still fixed on the man in black outside, his whole body trembling slightly.

What he didn't realize was that as time went by, the black marks on his body continued to spread, and now they covered almost half of his body.

Under the cover of the black mark, a magical scene began to unfold.

A faint layer of black mist began to appear, swirling around his weary body, making him look as if he were wearing a black robe.

His eyes slowly turned bloodshot, his arms grew thicker, and he began to look exactly like the men in black outside, almost as if they were made from the same mold.

"That monster...it's gone?"

Syl was completely unaware of what was happening to him, except at a certain moment when he noticed the figure of the man in black outside was becoming fainter and fainter until it finally disappeared from his sight.

Subconsciously, he raised his right hand, ready to rub his eyes to check if he was hallucinating.

But the moment he raised his arm, he froze.

Because, under the gaze of his scarlet eyes, his arm was no longer what it used to be, but had turned into a giant claw.

Ahhhhh! !! !!

A terrifying scream erupted in the silent village, but quickly subsided.

"What is it?"

Lying on the wooden bed in the cramped room, Thor suddenly opened his eyes, a flicker of doubt crossing his gaze: "Is this a hallucination?"

"Eee-yah..." The clear cry of a baby rang out from the bedside.

At that moment, Solana, who had been sleeping peacefully, suddenly burst into tears for some unknown reason, causing Sol to hurriedly take the child into his arms.

"That feeling just now..."

In a room not far from Thor, Adir sat quietly on a wooden chair, looking up in a distant direction, a question lingering in his mind: "What was that fleeting feeling?"

Since becoming a wizard, Adir has slept very little, instead using his sleep time for meditation.

However, when Adir was meditating just now, he clearly heard a miserable scream, filled with despair.

"The guards outside are not responding."

Standing up, Adir opened the door and stepped outside, where he saw the guards patrolling calmly in the distance, seemingly oblivious to the scream he had just heard.

"Chip, replay the images from just now."

Back inside, Adir closed the door and gave instructions to the chip in his mind.

Suddenly, an image began to appear in my mind.

That was an image of Adir sitting on the wooden chair meditating, and even the low sound of the wind outside could be clearly preserved.

After the video lasted for several seconds, a miserable scream suddenly erupted, flashing by in an instant, and was accurately recalled by the chip.

"It's not a real sound, but rather like the fluctuations of spiritual energy and the soul."

After carefully considering the voice coming from the video, Adir finally made a judgment.

The memory chip is attached to Adir's soul. After Adir came to this world, as his soul continued to transform, the chip's function also continued to grow stronger. Now it can record mental fluctuations.

The scream that rang out earlier, although it sounded like a real scream, was actually just a reaction simulated by a strong fluctuation of the mind.

Because it is simulated by mental energy, ordinary people cannot hear it; only those with strong mental energy or those related to that mental energy can hear it.

Thinking of this, Adir subconsciously looked in the direction from which the voice in his memory came.

Simulating sound with mental power is no easy task; at least, ordinary people certainly cannot do it.

For an ordinary person to do this, it must be under certain special circumstances.

Judging from the nature of that voice, the owner of that spiritual power is probably already dead.

"This village also seems to have some problems."

Thinking of this, and sensing the barrier that still existed around the village, Adir couldn't help but have this thought flash through his mind.

the next day.

As the morning sun shone on the earth, Adir stepped out of his room and looked into the distance.

Several people were walking around, their movements decisive and practiced, but they didn't seem hurried, and there was no sign of anyone dying.

"My lord, you're awake." Thor's voice came from afar.

In the room opposite Adir, Thor was standing in front of a wooden stake, diligently practicing his swordsmanship.

"How did you sleep last night?"

Seeing that the other person was alright, Adir subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, then walked directly to the other person's side and asked.

(End of this chapter)