Warlock Apprentice

The gray fog already existed in the depth of Angor’s soul, so it did not repel Angor’s attempt. Still, the thick, dense, and significant unknown substance caused Angor to worry a little.

He tried to control the fog.

No matter how many times he tried though, the fog remained there unchanged, like a viscous puddle, slowly shifting about.

The only thing Angor could do was to make the fog spread or return to its original spot.

Parasite Queen was still staring at him from her flower, with her terrible face covered in worm-like creatures. Angor shivered a little. If her fans outside looked at her current state… many people would probably have their sanity broken down right on the spot.

Parasite Queen controlled her pollens to surround Angor’s soul tightly.

She could not sense Angor’s emotion, but she could still see Angor’s soul. She saw the soul trying to take control of some fog albeit a little clumsy. Still, the fog began to grow thicker now. She did not know what would happen if she did not break the fog’s defense in time.

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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!”