Chapter 140 Knowledge Changes Destiny
Morton was aware that his state was actually chaotic.
When he was in the soul storm, it was hard for him to even maintain his sanity for a short while. It had been constantly churned, fused, churned again, and fused again.
It wasn't until he unconsciously devoured many soul fragments that he slowly gained his own consciousness and remembered who he was.
Even so, Morton, who had lost part of his soul, would still often fall into chaos, and from time to time, he would have to fight with other consciousnesses for control of his spiritual body.
It wasn't until he accidentally entered the boy's body that the interference of the other consciousnesses was suddenly weakened, which allowed him to stay conscious for long periods of time.
If he really couldn't find his missing soul, it would mean that he would never get his sanity back.
When this body rotted away due to death, then Morton would return to chaos and never be awake for a day!
"Hmph, in the underground, it is useless for you to play any tricks. But if I find out that you have tricked me, I will let you die a horrible death!"
After saying that, Morton looked towards Wright, who was lying on the ground and didn't dare to move, and killing intent flowed out of his eyes.
Byron noticed and hurriedly stopped it, "Lord Morton, this person is also an apprentice of our Sorcerer Tower, you can let him follow along, we are drawing spell formations and we also need helpers."
Wright immediately looked at Byron's phantom with tears in his eyes, he did not expect that at this time, the other party would still save his life.
When Morton heard this, he snorted coldly, but he didn't really do anything.
Seeing that Morton had agreed to come over, Byron extinguished the phantom stone in his hand.
The turquoise blue stone immediately dimmed and shattered, no longer usable.
Byron touched his throat, he felt like he had never spoken so much in his life, his throat was very hard.
Nick, who had been standing beside Byron, only then hesitantly opened his mouth, "Senior Byron, what you just said about the mission ... is true?"
Byron glanced at him, "Made up."
Nick was shocked, he tried to calm his emotions, he couldn't get too excited now.
Still, he couldn't help but admire Byron.
Byron had the audacity to make up lies like this, and now he had tricked the evil spirits into coming over.
The Evil Spirit's consciousness was confused, and it was true that it wasn't very smart, but it was experienced enough to not be fooled so easily.
But what Byron said was so headstrong that even Nick almost believed Byron's words.
What with the Kemahs, the Yuravs, the marriage and the Treaty of the West.
Surprisingly, Byron said it all like it was true!
"Only the mission is made up, everything else is true. Before I came here, I researched the history of the Draped Hand Valley many times, just in case. I just didn't expect to use it here." Sighing, Byron stopped explaining, "Get to work and stick to the plan."
Nick looked down at the instruments he held in both hands, "Are we really going to get Saul back this way? He's been possessed for so long, could his consciousness have died out?"
Byron paused for a moment and whispered, "Do your best, if it doesn't work, he dies his death and we run ours."
Nick didn't know if Byron really thought this way, but he knew clearly that when Morton was performing soul fusion, he would concentrate his full energy and couldn't be distracted from paying attention to the outside world.
Once the plan changed, they would be able to take advantage of the opportunity to escape.
That was why Nick was involved in this plan.
On the premise that there was a high probability that they could escape in one piece, Nick was also willing to do his part for Saul.
While Byron and Nick were making preparations, Morton was moving at a fast pace towards the underground Soul Storm.
And behind him was the stumbling Wright.
Saul, sitting on his journal, watched the evil spirit's stride grow wider and faster, and knew that the evil spirit was not as calm as he appeared to be.
It seemed that Morton was well aware of the consequences of a crippled soul.
I just wonder what kind of traps Byron had set up there to give him the confidence to confront the evil spirit head on?
Saul was also almost fooled by Byron just now, but he finally reacted to the fact that there was no such thing as a Yulawoman in the tower, and even if there really was a hidden quest, it should have been issued by the tower master.
And if Byron had such a deep relationship with Tower Lord Golza, then he wouldn't have been nearly expelled from the Sorcerer's Tower at the age of thirty.
It was just that Saul still didn't quite understand what Byron was doing by giving up the chance to quietly escape and instead showing up to lure the evil spirits over.
"Could it be that Senior Byron knows that I'm still alive?" Saul sat down on his diary and stroked his chin, pondering Byron's intentions.
"This can't be deduced for now, but if we really let Byron help Morton fuse the missing souls, it would definitely be detrimental to me. Should I grab my body back now?" Saul looked at his body's hands, which were already stuffed with spirit bodies, and the various consciousnesses that Morton had absorbed were struggling within Saul's spirit body.
Although he regretted not being able to absorb any more of Wright's consciousnesses, if Saul initiated a battle for consciousnesses now, those undead that were killed by Morton should also be able to cause him quite a bit of trouble.
Unfortunately, just as he thought of this, words immediately surfaced on the diary, warning Saul that the time was not yet ripe.
"Is the time not ripe, or is it too early? Or is there something I haven't considered?"
Although he was warned by the diary, Saul in his spirit body state wasn't much afraid.
While the evil spirits were in a hurry, he lowered his head to rethink the precautions and success rate of the battle for consciousness.
And because it was harnessing Saul's body, the evil spirit wasn't moving too fast.
Although he was perfectly capable of leaving Saul's body behind and running back, it was obvious that this body that could allow him to walk in the sunlight was too much for the Evil Spirit to give up.
With a head full of questions, Saul followed the evil spirit and finally approached the cave where Soul Storm was located.
The two ghosts, one by one, passed through an extremely narrow passage and entered a wide space.
Saying wide was a bit conservative.
In the center of the floor of this cave, there was a deep, bottomless crack, and at the bottom was darkness that even flames couldn't illuminate.
A small whirlwind with a diameter of no more than a meter hung between the cracks.
This whirlwind was grayish-white, with no stones or dirt in it, and although it appeared to have a strong wind, it did not ruffle a small piece of gravel on the ground.
The wind whistled, and every now and then strange murmurs and wails came out, causing ears to ring and eyes to glaze over.
Occasionally a face or a hand would be seen as they tried to break free of the storm, only to be quickly pulled back again.
Morton stopped when he came near the crack, and he looked at the storm of souls, scorn flashing in his eyes.
There was no telling how many people's consciousnesses and spiritual bodies had been trapped in this small storm of souls.
Morton had also been tortured inside for a long time.
If it wasn't for the sake of his crippled soul, he didn't want to return to this place.
Stopping to look at the soul storm for a few moments, Morton was certain that Byron hadn't lied to him about the soul storm.
The current soul storm was indeed unstable, and some of the broken souls were even gradually breaking away from the storm's suction.
If this soul storm really collapsed, then some of Morton's lost souls would also enter the unknown underground due to the storm's final explosive impact.
He shifted his sight to Byron on the side.
The current Byron was no longer a phantom, and when he saw Morton looking over, he immediately bowed and curtsied, the expression on his face growing more and more respectful.
There was also a man standing beside Byron, expressionless as he followed Byron and curtsied along with him.
Saul recognized that it was none other than Nick who had been unconscious for a long time.
At this moment, Wright, who had finally crawled here as well, moved to Nick's side with difficulty.
Looking at Wright's wretched appearance, Nick's eyes flashed, but there was no other indication.
In front of Nick, some experimental props were also placed.
Saul noticed that the small inductance meter that Nick had brought with him was also inside.
It only had some of the functions of an inductive chair, but was very portable.
Morton looked around for a moment before walking over to the pile of props, "Is this how you guys find a missing soul for me? With this pile of crap?"
(End of chapter)