Angor looked at Olucia's body. It was covered in wounds, and the armor engraved with Abyssal Runes was completely destroyed. Olucia's head was the most damaged part, which was burned beyond recognition by Lord Flameless' fire. Even the brain inside was giving off a charred smell.
Olucia's body was covered in white smoke in the rain.
Angor crouched down and was about to touch the body when he heard someone begging in a hoarse voice.
"Don't … Mister!"
Angor's hand froze in the air. He slowly lowered his hand.
He looked around and saw Greywood looking at him with a pleading look.
"Its body is already dead." Angor sighed.
Greywood was a little surprised when he heard Angor's words. Could it be …
Greywood quickly realized that Angor was still the owner. He wasn't possessed!
Thinking of this, the haze in Gregory's heart cleared.
If Angor's core was replaced, Greywood didn't know what to do.
But Greywood was still confused. If Angor's core wasn't replaced, did that mean he was just imagining things? This was the only thought that flashed through Gregory's mind, but he did not dwell on it any further. "But Lady Olucia needs a host body."
Even if the body was dead, as long as Olucia's soul could return, there would be a solution. That was what Greywood was thinking.
"No." Angor shook his head.
The light in Greywood's eyes dimmed. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. Since he couldn't move, Greywood could only rely on Angor. But Angor refused.
Tears began to gather in Greywood's eyes, and his chubby cheeks shriveled up.
Angor frowned and muttered to himself, "As expected, I hate naughty children the most."
Greywood continued to sob and mumble something like "Lady Olucia was so nice to me", "I don't want you to die", and "Mister never offended Mister Mister".
Just like what he did to the avatar, he checked Orucia's body to make sure there was no consciousness left inside. Then, he created a second ice coffin and placed Orucia inside.
When he was done, he turned around and walked toward Gregory.
Gregory was still immersed in his own emotions when suddenly, a ray of light landed in front of him.
Gregory paused for a moment before realizing that floating in front of it was the Eye of Light that was sealed by the Purple-White Origins Fire.
The bird looked up and saw Angor looking down at it from above.
The golden hair covered Angor's right eye, but Gravity still felt something and lowered its head subconsciously.
"You're right. There's no enmity between Aulucia and me. Orucia is a friendly intimacy to you, so you will advocate saving her. But to me, although it has no enmity with me, its strength is too strong. It can crush me with a single finger, so I can't take the risk to release it, and even more so, I can't return the body to it. "
Angor paused to make sure Gregory's mind was following his words before he continued.
"Orucia's soul is right in front of you. I can give her to you. But before we part ways, I don't want you to release the Origin Fire on her. That will bring me trouble."
Giving Orucia's soul to Gregory was a decision Angor made after careful consideration. For example, he didn't know much about souls, so the soul wouldn't be of much use to him. Also, Orucia's soul was a ticking time bomb.
However, his various considerations could actually be resolved. But in the end, what really made him make the decision to hand his soul over to Gregory was because Gregory had once saved Toby in the Void.
Neither Angor nor Toby had a close relationship with Gregory. Angor even kicked Gregory out of his shop because of the bear. However, Gregory was willing to reach out and grab Toby without hesitation.
And that was enough.
Angor couldn't imagine what would have happened to Toby if Gregory didn't do that. Therefore, this reason alone was the basis for all other considerations.
As for not letting Gregory release the Origin Fire on the "Eye of Light", it was just a precaution.
He had "Prelude to Undead" to deal with souls, but he wasn't sure if he could really destroy Orucia's soul.
That was why when he returned it to Gregory, he also set a restriction.
After hearing the shopkeeper's words, Gregory understood the shopkeeper's concerns. Angor thought about it from Angor's point of view. However …
Gregory knew Orucia very well, so he naturally sided with her.
"Lady Orucia won't hurt Mister Angor," Gregory said firmly. Gregory said resolutely. "Furthermore, the shop owner even helped Lady Olucia kill the true spirit of Lord Flameless. Lady Olucia will definitely not deal with the shop owner."
"You're not it," Angor said after a moment of silence.
"You're not Orucia, so you can't predict what others will do."
Gregory didn't know what to say. He wanted to say something else, but a voice suddenly interrupted him.
"Gregory, agree with him." This voice was abnormally weak, but it was very calm and gentle.
Angor raised an eyebrow and looked at the "Eye of Light". The voice was familiar. It was Aurucia's voice.
"Master Olucia, is that you?!" Gregory's eyes lit up as he looked at the Eye of Light. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Orucia replied.
Although she said she was fine, Olucia's voice was extremely weak. This made Gregory's eyes turn red again. He sniffled a few times before saying in a hurried tone, "My Lord, the Lord of Flameless has been killed. He won't come to find trouble with my Lord anymore …"
"I know. I …" Orucia paused. "I saw everything."
Her voice was calm, but Angor could tell that her voice was much weaker than before. Some of her words were even trembling.
Orucia was trapped inside the Purple-White Origin Flame, but her consciousness was still there. She could still see what happened outside.
Not only did she witness the death of Lord Flameless, but she also saw it when Lord Flameless fell into the darkness of chaos and was watched by a pair of eyes from another dimension.
That was why she knew that the existence from another dimension was only a projection. But a mere projection was enough to instantly kill Lord Flameless.
Even Olucia was wary of Angor because it was Angor who summoned the projection.
"Mister …"
"If I agree to the shop owner's conditions, that body of mine would have already died before my soul was extracted from it. It doesn't matter if I accept it or not. " Orucia remained silent for a while. "Besides, that body is also a restraint to me. No matter how I use it, I can't avoid its shadow. I don't want to repeat the same mistake, so it's better to end it like this. "
Gregory finally nodded in agreement.
Angor wasn't sure if Orucia was being sincere or not, but it didn't matter as long as the problem was solved.
Gregory returned the "Eye of Light" to Angor and said, "Thank you."
Angor nodded and looked at Bobota. The only thing left to do now was to take care of him.
Angor was about to walk to Bobota when he heard Orucia's voice coming from the Eye of Light again.
"When I saw you in Rasudran, I already had a feeling. I don't believe in coincidences, and I believed that you would play a role in the drama at Rasudran. I even thought that you would play an indispensable role, and Fafnir was by your side. Perhaps your role would lead to my downfall.
"But I didn't expect that your stage wasn't in the disappearing City of Doom.
"I don't know what happened to that stage, but I do know that you played the role of my savior in my life.
"No matter what, thank you."
Angor paused. Orucia's words reminded him of his recent experiences. In the end, he saw a painting in his mind.
It was a painting called "Night".
Author: Mirafael Feng.
Angor tilted his head. His eyes glinted as he said, "The stage has its boundaries, and the play has its script. You and I are both characters."
Without waiting for Orucia's response, Angor walked toward Bobota.
Bobota was lying in a deep pit several hundred meters away. Angor could already smell a horrible stench. It was something that even the rain couldn't wash away.
Angor stood at the edge of the pit and looked at the pile of rotten flesh inside.
To be more precise, there was a strange, twisted figure in the middle of a pile of rotten flesh. It was Bobota.
Thanks to Angor's astral energy, Bobota managed to survive the destruction of his body.
However, everything that didn't belong to Bobota had been drained out of his body, leaving him with only a thin layer of skin and flesh.
It looked terrible, but Angor believed that Bobota's last breath was better than death.
"Bobota," Angor called in a soft voice.
…
Bobota felt that he was as weak as could be.
The consciousness of the abyss kept him from moving, while the endless rain washed away his filthy body. His mana pool was also cracking, and all the energy inside it was leaking out.
Bobota smiled bitterly.
His previous strength seemed to be just a dream that lasted for a few days.
After waking up, he was faced with the cruelest reality.
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