His limbs felt heavy as if they were filled with mud. Every bone in his body was bound by some kind of tight ribbon, which made it hard for him to move. He could not move as slowly as he usually did.
Previously, he had only wanted to move his neck, but his cervical vertebrae had automatically bent back and raised his head. He almost exposed his true face.
For now, he could only keep his head down and wobble his way down the stage.
Toby slowly put his hand on Angor's shoulder with a worried look.
However, as soon as Toby put his hand on Angor's shoulder, Angor suddenly knelt down on the ground on one knee, gasping for air.
Toby's weight was light. Usually, Angor would not feel any burden. But now, Angor's whole body was stiff just trying to move. Even a little bit of extra weight was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Toby was not the only one who was shocked by Angor's sudden fall.
The audience on the stage was also dumbfounded.
Why did they feel that Baron Milk was seriously injured? Parasite Queen hadn't even touched Baron Milk since the beginning of the match.
Some people were already thinking about the strange "champion match".
It was strange that the champion's next match was not announced in advance. Baron Milk was stunned since the start of the match, while Parasite Queen was seriously injured by a kick. Of course, they now knew that it was Baron Milk's pet who did it. But Baron Milk's stupor was still very strange. He stayed there for a long time.
What was even stranger was that the organizer did not announce the result of the match. They only told the audience that the match was still going on.
Baron Milk fell down on the stage after a while, which was also strange.
In the end, Baron Milk stood up as if he was severely injured. With a look of hatred, he ordered his familiar to kill Parasite Queen.
What happened in between that made Baron Milk hate Parasite Queen so much? Everything was so strange.
Baron Milk was kneeling on the ground again. Judging from the painful look and the heavy breathing, he was not acting. So he was really hurt? But when did he get hurt?
Some of the more rational audience had stopped yelling at Baron Milk and started to think about something deeper.
But not all of them were rational. Many people jumped down from the railings and ran to the edge of the stage, yelling that they wanted to kill Baron Milk. Especially when they saw the floor covered in Parasite Queen's blood and brain matter, they went crazy.
For a moment, the entire edge of the arena was surrounded by people. If it weren't for the magic array that was set up in the ring, these crazy fans would have rushed up to the stage.
Most of them were Level 1 apprentices. If Baron Milk was in his best condition, they wouldn't be so arrogant. However, Baron Milk seemed to be severely injured. Now that there was someone leading the attack, even the weakest wizards in the wizarding world started to feel arrogant.
Angor knelt on the ground, panting heavily. Blood was dripping from his mouth and nose, forming a puddle on the ground.
Seeing Baron Milk in such a weak state, the low-level apprentices around the arena who were mesmerized by Baron Milk's madness roared in excitement.
The audience was in a mess. Seeing the situation in the ring, Dave also left his seat and ran to the VIP seats anxiously.
"Master Prome, what should we do now? An … Baron Milk is in a lot of danger. "" Yeah. That's a lot of people. Dave no longer cared about Parasite Queen's life. He saw Angor's terrible condition, and he wanted to help him. But he couldn't do it on his own, so he came to Prome for help.
"Don't worry. Let's wait and see." Prome didn't answer Dave right away. He frowned and showed a thoughtful look. "This match is too strange. I don't think your little friend will kill Parasite Queen. Besides, I asked Parasite Queen not to hurt him too much before the match. For such a bizarre scene to occur under such circumstances, there might be some inside story that we don't know about. It's better not to get involved. "
Prome was a research-type apprentice, and he hated getting involved in trouble the most. He could help Angor, but he felt that something was wrong. Getting involved in this mess might bring him a lot of trouble, which was why he was hesitating.
Dave noticed Prome's perfunctory attitude. He looked at Angor's "painful" posture and clenched his fists inside his sleeves. "I'm sorry. It's urgent. I might have to break my promise …"
After making up his mind, David turned to Master Prome with a solemn expression.
"Master, didn't you say you're looking for an alchemist who knows enchantment?" Dave's words caught Prome's attention.
"You're threatening me with this?" Prome questioned Dave with a grim look.
"No." Dave looked at Prome's expression. His legs began to tremble due to the fear he had accumulated over the years. But he forced himself not to give up and told Prome the truth. "There was no other alchemist. Those alchemy weapons were all made by … him." Dave pointed at Angor on the stage. "He made them himself."
"Do you know what you're talking about? Did he refine those enchanted golden arrows himself? " Prome was doubtful. Angor had only entered the supernatural realm for half a year. It was impossible for him to know Thaw, not to mention enchantment.
"Yes. He agreed to help you, master. But he said he wanted to meet you after reaching the top of Sky Tower. So, he asked me to keep it a secret for now … But I have to break my promise now. If you don't help him, those crazy fans will … "
Dave did not finish his sentence. They both knew what kind of consequences Angor would face when those crazy fans were triggered by the bandwagon effect.
"You're telling the truth, aren't you? He really knows enchantment? "
Dave nodded confidently. "Yes. I went to his alchemy lab myself. There's no doubt about it!"
Prome saw no sign of lying on Dave's face. He gradually believed Dave's words.
If Angor was really the alchemist, saving him now would earn him a favor … Prome quickly stood up and flew toward the arena. "Come on then! Let's go save him!"
Dave nodded with joy and followed Prome down the railing of the VIP stand.
…
"Miss Melantha, the audience is rioting. Shall we announce the result?" A worker walked to Melantha.
The magic array on the arena would disappear after the announcement. If the rioting audience rushed onto the stage and hurt the contestants, it would be against the rules of Sky Tower. This was why they did not announce the result after Parasite Queen's head exploded.
Melantha remained silent. "Let's not announce it yet …"
She was sad about Bouy's death, but since Angor was still alive, she had to follow the rules.
"No need. Just announce the result," Baroque suddenly spoke up.
Melantha frowned. "Mister Baroque, this is against the rules of Sky Tower. Even if Angor is … we can't do this."
Since there were workers around, Melantha's words were a little vague.
Baroque chuckled. "The rules of Sky Tower? I know about that. There is a rule that protects the contestants from being hunted down by their opponents after the result is announced. But this rule is for the contestants, not the audience. So it's not against the rules. "
"Yes, but …" Melantha glanced at the worker and used Voice Transmission to speak to Baroque. "You and I both know Angor's condition. He won't be able to stop those rioters in his current condition."
"With that bird, he'll only suffer some physical pain," Baroque also used Voice Transmission.
"But —"
"No buts. He did kill Bouy, but I don't hold any grudges against him. I only asked you to announce the result because I want to see if Sunders will show up," Baroque said to Melantha.
If Sunders did not show up, they would know how important Angor was to Sunders. This would help them determine Angor's level.
Melantha thought about it and agreed. She turned to the staff and said, "Just announce the results."
…
The people who were shouting around the arena had already lost their minds. Some of them didn't want to seek justice for Parasite Queen anymore. They just wanted to vent their dissatisfaction.
"Let's work together! When the magic array disappears, we'll go and kill Baron Milk!"
"How dare he hurt Parasite Queen! We'll chop him into pieces!"
"Kill him! Kill him! "
Someone was deliberately trying to stir up the atmosphere.
The crazy atmosphere gave them the illusion that they were at the bottom of the wizarding world. But as long as they worked together, they could also defeat an elite contestant who reached the Three Levels of Death!
As the atmosphere grew more and more heated, a line of words suddenly appeared on the big screen above the arena.
[The match is over! Baron Milk wins! ]
Following the appearance of this row of words, the magic array surrounding the arena slowly disappeared.
"The magic array is gone! Let's go! Avenge Parasite Queen! We must kill Baron Milk! "
It was unknown who shouted, but the crowd around the battle ring charged towards the battle ring.
Angor sensed the danger as well, but he could not move at all. The green pollen inside his body seemed to have lost its balance due to the absence of the main body. The pain was like waves being swept up by a hurricane. Each wave was stronger than the last. Angor was about to be drowned in it.
Toby already knew what these people were up to.
Therefore, when this group of people rushed onto the stage, it did not hesitate to attack.
He could kick away wave after wave, but there were still too many people. Toby had to consider the other side. Without Angor's permission, Toby did not dare to go on a killing spree, so he could not do anything.
At this moment, an excited apprentice showed up beside Angor and lifted his foot to stomp on Angor's head.
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
