Chapter 146 The Ultimate Winner
"The diary can't be seen or touched, but if it has an existence, it must be my spiritual body."
Sol began to concentrate on sensing the location of the diary.
Almost instantly, Saul felt an indefinable connection, one end connecting to his left shoulder and the other reaching out into the endless darkness in the distance.
"Found it!"
However, just at that moment, Morton's large hand swung in, and Saul could only dodge the attack first, but just as he was distracted, the sense in the underworld was immediately interrupted.
Morton struck down with a palm, which was dodged by Saul and slapped on the ground.
The corner of the round platform that was already badly damaged instantly shattered, and the falling debris immediately disappeared into the darkness.
If Morton had any sense at this point, I'm afraid he would have continued to attack the round platform, destroying the ground and leaving Saul with no more space to dodge.
However, he acted as if he didn't even notice, only focusing on attacking Saul.
"Luckily this guy has gone crazy." Saul sighed and continued to call out to the diary.
But Morton's tail swept in once again, causing him to jump up and dodge, thus breaking the connection once again.
"This can't go on!"
Morton's movements were slower than they had been due to the occasional pain, but he had two hands and a tail that continued to unleash an uninterrupted attack, still leaving Saul with no time to call out.
Looking at the other hand that had already attacked, Saul clenched his teeth and stopped dodging, instead, he instantly surged forward and approached Morton's body once again.
This time, he jumped onto Morton's back in three moves, and held the other party's neck from behind, avoiding his giant crocodile's long mouth.
Morton's double clawed tail immediately reached backward, and his monstrous body allowed him to attack his own behind without any dead angle.
As long as it's not Morton's huge mouth that can devour everything ...
Saul's hands and feet all climbed on the giant Morton's neck and tightened his force, while his consciousness called out to his diary once again.
This time, the giant claws attacked, he did not dodge again, and the sharp nails pierced into his body.
Saul gritted his teeth and snapped his eyes open.
He felt it!
The tail stabbed down from above his head with a whistling sound.
Dodge, or ... not dodge?
Just at the most dangerous moment, a ... hardcover book violently appeared in Saul's hand.
Not being able to spit, not even having time to think, Saul gritted his teeth and forcefully tilted his head to the left, while swinging the hardcover book in his hand, and with the tip of its cover, he fiercely smashed into the back of the evil spirit's head.
"Pfft!"
The sharp tail pierced directly through Saul's right shoulder and out through his left abdomen.
"Puff."
A faint sound of spilling air came out from the back of Morton's head.
Saul's teeth chattered and trembled in pain.
But once again, he was glad that this was a space of consciousness, not flesh and blood, and that he could still move his right hand!
He forcefully drew out his diary and saw that there was a large hole in the back of Morton's head that was spreading air outward, and a tiny piece of soul fragment was blown out.
Thor smiled, the wound on his face becoming an extension of his smile.
He slammed the diary down again with renewed force, and an even bigger gaping hole appeared in the back of Morton's head.
"Ah !!!!" The evil spirit suddenly threw its head back and screamed, its tail whipping hard and sending Saul flying.
Saul snapped and fell to the ground, tumbling out and stopping only when he hit Herman's headless body.
Enduring the excruciating pain, Saul twisted his head to look.
At this moment, the Evil Spirit's body was shrinking and expanding. Countless fragments flew out from the back of his head and were sucked in by his mouth.
The Evil Spirit was struggling to recapture the fragments that flew out of his body, but he didn't see that his body was already at its limit.
"It's going to explode!" Sol instantly realized that it was bad, and with great difficulty, he grabbed Herman's metal body and blocked it in front of himself.
Boom !!!!
Boom – Boom…
Successive explosions, huge impact.
Saul tugged Herman's back tightly, struggling to keep himself shrunken into a ball.
Countless pieces of debris flew past his side and into the endless darkness behind him.
In the end Herman's body didn't hold up and was reduced to pieces in one impact.
The next second Saul was swept away by the hurricane, only at the last minute picking his way to the edge of the circular platform and not letting himself fall into the eternal darkness like the other fragments. I don't know how long it took, but the explosions finally stopped.
Saul was hanging in mid-air, holding the diary in one hand and picking his way around the dais with the other.
He endured the pain and braced himself on the round platform.
There were broken limbs everywhere in front of his eyes, and starry pieces of souls were floating in the air.
The floor of the round platform was cracked everywhere.
"The spirit body is definitely injured, I wonder if there will be any after-effects."
Sol held the diary and trudged towards the center circle.
"It's obviously a Legendary Grade prop, but I can only use it as a slate. I thought that the diary was already my locator, but now it seems that I was too naive. A locator isn't that simple, and wanting the diary to truly become my locator isn't easy either."
He was walking slowly because his whole body was aching.
Suddenly a flash of purple appeared in front of him.
It was actually the only bit of purple foam left that Bill hadn't swallowed by the evil spirits.
This foam didn't know where it was hiding just now, but it didn't turn into debris. At this moment, it was like a worm, extending a row of tiny tentacles crawling.
It looked like it was about to take a step ahead of Saul and crawl to the center circle!
Bill's five senses unexpectedly surfaced on the surface of the purple foam.
He was giggling.
"Saul, you're dead this time! I'm about to take control of your body!"
Saul's face wasn't in a hurry, but he secretly sped up, "I'll slap you to death when I get over there."
The smile on Bill's face became even more exaggerated, effortlessly grinning out of the corner of his eye, "Hahaha, you don't have time, when I take control of your body, I'll immediately blow myself up! I'm dead, you don't want to live either!"
"Holy shit, despicable!" Saul's face changed, and he immediately accelerated his speed.
But Bill was closer to the center circle.
"Hahahahaha, so what if you've been to Mill Sail Town? How would your rotten mentor guess what we are doing? Hahahahaha, wait for us ... surely ..."
Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the center circle, the smile on Bill's face was getting crazier and crazier, and the words in his mouth started to become broken.
Just then, he suddenly saw a dark shadow over his head, something was approaching.
"What's that? It's not like Saul could unleash sorcery here."
Before he could figure it out, a heavy hardback book fell from the sky and "snapped" into Bill's face, instantly smashing the puddle of purple foam into pieces!
And Bill's laughter came to a screeching halt.
Only then did Saul limp over, pick up the diary, and let out a long breath of relief as he looked at the foam on the floor, which had been turned into soul fragments.
"Numb, scared me to death!" He patted the diary and took a step into the center circle, "I just threw it randomly. So, old diary brother, it was you who automatically adjusted the trajectory, right?"
Saul cradled the diary in his arms and sighed, "Still, you're reliable!"
Saul stood on the center circle.
There was silence in all directions.
As if to confirm something, the circle began to disintegrate.
Both the dismembered limbs of the souls and the curses and murmurs flying in the sky gradually turned into bits of starlight.
Most of the starlight dissipated into the darkness, while a small portion was attracted by some kind of attraction and entered Saul's body, mending and completing his miserable spirit body little by little.
"It doesn't hurt anymore?" Saul said in surprise, "It still feels a bit like I've eaten a lot."
At this point, Saul's body began to dissipate, but he wasn't in a hurry, in the underworld, he understood that he was returning to his body.
After all, within this world of consciousness, everything was nothing more than a virtual image formed by the stereotypes of human thought.
Now that it was no longer needed, it would return to nothingness.
In the end, only the diary is suspended in the air, the most special existence in this space of consciousness.
When no one was here, the cover of the diary slowly flipped open, and then the paper spun rapidly until the last page.
Three black shadows suddenly projected down from the depths of darkness and fell onto the diary, transforming into three black pages with irregular edges.
(End of chapter)