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Chapter 195 – Woe to the East

The worms had arrived, could death be far behind?

It was all like a pantomime before Saul's eyes, but the horrific effect it brought was not minimized in the slightest.

His mind began to race as he stared at the diary in front of him.

This time the diary indicated that he had died in the stomach of a worm, and the worm would chase Saul's scent.

"No. Combined with the previous diary entries, the danger I'm staying away from would be Victor. The last death, on the other hand, was because of the white worm."

The white worm, as fat as an elephant, slowly wriggled and turned aside to Swann.

His body made an unpleasant scraping sound against the ground, like something being crushed by a grinder.

The front side he revealed also gave Saul a creepy shock, and he couldn't help but stare in disbelief, nearly screaming out.

The front of this worm actually had a human face!

That big face was like it had been soaked in water and blown up by a balloon, miserably white and wrinkled.

The pair of one eyes turned gray, as if they had been stuck in with a needle and then stirred hard a few times, the crystals were completely cloudy.

His nostrils were also stretched wide enough to fit a child's head.

When he opened his mouth wide at Swann, Saul didn't see teeth, but rather several rolling heads in his throat.

The men stared out into the outside world with blank eyes, none of them struggling.

Swann saw the heads too.

Swann also stopped yelling as he locked eyes with a pair of numb eyes.

Already knowing that all struggle was futile, he opened his mouth, his lips trembling softly, and muttered prayers to no one in particular.

Saul could feel Swan's despair even though he was clearly just watching a man and a bug from a few meters away.

The diary also prompted Saul, if he met the bugs, with the existing means, the end is certainly devoured by the bugs into the stomach.

Saul couldn't help but clench his fingers.

However, the large mouth that was about to tear into Swann stopped at the last moment.

The nostrils of the sphinx worm kept expanding, shrinking, expanding, shrinking ...

That bubbling hair head, surprisingly, let go of Swan and turned a little bit towards Saul.

But the neck of the sphinx worm was so stiff that it only turned nearly 90 degrees before it could no longer move.

"It has a visual dead zone!" Saul immediately realized this and hurriedly moved to the very back of the sphinx worm.

Here, no matter how much the worm twisted its head, it couldn't see him.

Moreover, the worm moved slowly and turned around less nimbly than Saul.

But Saul also understood that if it was really that simple, the diary wouldn't have given Saul a worm belly death warning.

After the human-faced worm failed to see Saul's figure after several efforts, that ugly face suddenly contracted inwards and directly disappeared into a pile of fatty white meat.

Saul immediately ran towards the stairs, while on the steps, Victor, who was bound by the small algae but not panicking, was staring at Saul.

There were even a few smiles in his eyes.

Sure enough, Saul saw in his afterglow that the worm's tail actually began to wriggle, and the milky-white, oily body quickly melted and reshaped, and the disappearing human face at the head of the worm actually drilled out of the tail!

And it was facing Saul.

Up close, the face looked like it had been soaking in water for a few days, full of cracks and folds, and there was an oily smell that went straight to Saul's nostrils.

This peculiar smell actually made even Saul, who was already used to the stench of corpses, feel a gust of nausea.

The human-faced worm sniffled again at Saul, who was stuck in the corner of the stairs, and a surprisingly excited expression appeared on his face.

"Heh-ah~heh-ah~heh-ah."

The sphinx worm actually laughed, and it was unknown which organ vibrated, emitting an incomparably distorted laugh.

His nostrils kept opening and closing, sniffing Saul intoxicatedly.

In the slightly opening and closing mouth of the sphinx worm, Saul could still clearly see several numb human faces inside, rolling over and over as the worm contracted its muscles. Saul wanted to attack the worm, but as soon as he had the thought, the diary prompted him that as soon as he attacked the worm, he would anger the other party and be eaten immediately.

Saul could only suppress his stupid magic as his mind raced.

"Smell, smell, smell, smell ... He was originally going to eat Swann, but his attention suddenly turned to me. What's the smell of me that attracted him?"

Saul slowly tried to back away, but the diary continued to prompt him that one big move and he would be swallowed by the bug.

Suddenly something flashed through Saul's mind.

If the bugs were attracted by his own unique odor, then Saul was afraid that there was nothing he could do to mask the odor without disturbing the bugs.

But the probability of a powerful sphinx worm suddenly being interested in Saul alone was actually very small.

It was as small as if you pulled a random person on the street to do a paternity test and the result was a 99% match.

So, when you think about it like this, the idea is clear.

Saul has one and only one thing on him that belongs in this castle.

Something from the same place is naturally more likely to be relevant.

An idea flashed through Saul's mind.

This time the diary finally did not turn the page again.

A flash of joy slipped through Saul's eyes, and again, with his strong willpower and years of honed acting skills, he hardened it and changed it to sadness and horror.

He turned his neck slowly to look at Victor on the steps.

Victor was still bound tightly by the tentacles that Algae had detached.

But the eyes he showed also remained calm.

There was even a slight smile.

"I only have one chance." Saul told himself in his mind.

"Victor," Saul's lips opened a small slit and his voice was small, but he knew Victor could hear it, "Why in the world did you kill so many people? Why are you playing me? What do you want, we can trade, there's no need to kill each other, we're all apprentice wizards, profit is more important than death, isn't it?"

Victor blinked.

Algae slowly let go of Victor.

But Victor still had a lot of frost on his body at this point, and still looked like he was being controlled by Sol's sorcery, unable to move.

"It wasn't me who killed anyone oh." Victor narrowed his eyes, "None of the people here were killed by me."

"So it's non-negotiable?" Saul's tone became sinister, "If you don't save me, I will die and drag you into the belly of the worm with me!"

Victor skimmed his mouth with care, "Fine, what does it matter, death is the end of everyone anyway, the threat is not new to me at all. Castle, storm, with you, brother honored."

Viktor lifted his hand with difficulty, brushing his forehead and bowing his head slightly.

"If you say so ...," Thor suddenly moved, but he didn't run directly at Victor.

He threw something at Victor.

A small porcelain vial with a seal.

The sphinx worm that had been sniffing Sol was suddenly startled, and as if he had suddenly come back to his senses, knowing that the food in front of him was going to run away, he hastily opened his large mouth.

However, Saul had no intention of running away or resisting at all, he just instantly fired an arrow spell at the small porcelain vase in the air.

"Splat!"

The small porcelain vase that was swirling in the air and flying towards Victor was instantly shattered, and the yellowish oily liquid poured out, and because of inertia, most of it still flew towards Victor.

Victor's eyes were wide open, his body remained stiff, and he could only watch as he was drenched with the "holy oil"!

(End of chapter)