Angor felt as if something inside of him was suddenly removed.
He quickly tried to stop releasing the fog. And it was too late—he could no longer prevent the fog from escaping!
As the remaining fog left its original spot, Angor writhed in pain. He felt there was something like a blood-sucking worm which just emptied his soul; one who came back to devour what was left of him.
He now regretted his decision for fumbling over his own soul without knowing anything about it at all.
The consequence of his foolish move was probably a suicide instead of getting killed by Parasite Queen.
Parasite Queen did not stay idle during Angor’s action. When she saw the gray fog coming from Angor’s soul, she thought Angor was going to make himself an armor which fully protected himself, and that her spores could no longer do anything to him.
She moved.
From behind her spores, she ran toward Angor’s soul herself while stepping on the velvet strings created by the pollens.
If she would take a moment to observe, she would notice that Angor’s soul was growing weaker, so she could simply wait for a victory when Angor’s soul exhausted itself. Too bad though, she never learned much about souls and completely missed her chance.
When Parasite Queen reached Angor’s soul, Angor was too weak to sense her further emotions.
At this moment, Angor’s soul was just an unmoving prey, waiting to be killed.
Parasite Queen, on the other hand, only needed to be careful not to get caught in the mysterious fog.
She avoided the area of the fog and slowly moved behind Angor.
His soul was the least protected here, which meant she had the best chance!
To make sure, Parasite Queen did not use her spores this time. She controlled the main body of her skill—the Green Velvet—to dive into the soul.
Before making her move though, Parasite Queen noticed a small wound on Angor’s back.
It was a small cut located on his bladebone which looked like something caused by a woman’s long nail.
“Even god favors me!” Parasite Queen was afraid that Angor might have something else to protect his soul, so she was trying to look for an opening to go in. Now the wound was a perfect spot.
She would invade Angor’s soul right here!
Parasite Queen made up her mind and ordered a vine of her Green Velvet to pierce itself into the small cut on Angor’s back.
…
Outside, the arena was still protected by a magic array because the screen still had not announced the end of the fight.
Both Baron Milk and Parasite Queen had lost their consciousness on the ground. Baron Milk was hugging the floor face-down in a strange posture, while Parasite Queen lay in a crater caused by Toby’s kick.
The audience had been yelling from their seats for five minutes, but no one gave them an explanation yet.
“They’re still in it? Angor’s body is fully occupied by the spores of Green Velvet now. Why isn’t he awake?” Melantha watched the arena with worry in her eyes. She was a formal wizard, but she had not learned how to observe someone’s soul.
Neither had Baroque. Unlike Melantha though, he was not worried in the least. He did not believe a fresh apprentice who earned his victories by using his pet and alchemy weapon had anything to prevent a soul invasion.
“Did something go wrong?” Melantha got a bad feeling.
She would never allow Bouy to control Angor as a host as she feared that this would trigger Sunders’ rage. However, it already happened. As another member of Floating Mech City, she somewhat hoped Bouy to succeed. This kid called Angor did give her a fine impression, but it was not enough to change her personal standing.
However, there was someone among the audience who could tell the state of souls.
On one of the VIP seats, a hooded man suddenly frowned.
“How? The soul of my precious is getting weaker! Bitch! Is that stinky cunt behind this? No one shall touch my precious star! He’s mine! Only mine!”
He bolted from his seat and prepared to rush the stage to claim the soul of his “precious star”.
But he stopped midway.
“Oh? My precious soul is returning… and getting stronger?” His eyes glimmered with joy. “Good. Good! Keep growing, my precious! Ahh… I can’t wait for the day when I shall finally conquer such a beautiful soul!”
His face was twisting with both happiness and evil.
An eerie and fearful laugh was then heard from him.
Those who were close enough to hear him all felt a terrible chill crawling on their backs.
On the other side of the audience stand, Dave was beginning to worry as well. He complained to Angor for hurting his “princess” just a moment ago, but when he saw Angor staying motionless on the ground for such a long time, he could not help worrying about Angor’s safety.
Parasite Queen was only a dream which he would never reach, while Angor was his best opportunity for him to realize his ambitions in the future. Dave clearly knew which one was more important to him.
The clock ticked, but nothing had changed on the stage.
Someone already began to throw stuff at the workers. Juice bottles, half-eaten fruits, snack bags… various junks rained down.
The arena was protected by a powerful magic array, but the workers around the arena were not!
“End it already! Can’t you see my queen has lost so much blood??”
“Should anything happen to Parasite Queen, you’re the murderers!”
The workers tried to report the situation to their superiors again and again, but they only received the same response: Result unclear, the match should continue.
Just as the audience was preparing for a riot, someone suddenly pointed to the stage and yelled loudly, “Hey look! Baron Milk’s hand moved!”
More people quickly followed the direction of his finger and they noticed that the speaker was telling the truth.
When most people shifted their attention to Baron Milk, they all saw him pushing against the ground, struggling to get up.
“Baron Milk came back to life!”
“What do you mean? You thought he’s dead?”
“I do hope so! But he wasn’t! Damn it!”