Super Dimensional Wizard Chapter 203 Soul Struggle

The source of the grey fog is located in Angel’s soul. This grey fog does not exclude Angel but has a thick, sticky and majestic nature which only makes him feel slightly uncomfortable.

Angel tried to manipulate the grey fog.

But no matter how many times he tried, the fog still kept its thick and sluggish nature, not allowing him to manipulate it at all.

The only thing Angel could do is either collect the fog or let it diffuse around his soul.

Parasitic Mother’s ugly face was still twisted, and the slender knots on her face were coming and going, looking at Angel with an expression of horror. If her fans outside knew Parasitic Mother’s true face was like this, wouldn’t they all collapse from shock?

Parasitic Mother continued to control the green pollen to surround Angel’s soul.

Although she could not perceive Angel’s emotions, she could see Angel’s soul movements. She could see Angel was manipulating the grey fog, and although he was not yet proficient at it, Angel was gaining more control over the grey fog. If she doesn’t break through his grey fog defence in time, no one knows what the consequences will be!

More pollen was spewed, becoming like a true haze while impacting and striking at Angel’s soul.

Angel kept releasing the grey fog outside of his soul. Although the fog cannot be controlled yet, there is no problem at all in letting it diffuse and resist the green pollen.

As soon as the pollen comes into contact with the grey fog, it all becomes fixed in place. As if it lost all its power of activity.

The green pollen are actually spores from the treasured magical plant “Taeniasis Green Velvet” and was also the opportunity that Parasitic Mother had inadvertently met while exploring. As long as one is infected by the spores of taeniasis green velvet, Parasitic Mother can gain control over the infected organism, which is equivalent to Parasitism. But unlike from other Parasitism. The spores of taeniasis green velvet are more magical and can even infect souls located in the depths of nihility.

As a result, Parasitic Mother was able to get through the layers of defence set up in the Savage Grottoes and successfully enter by invading an apprentice’s body.

If the spores are known, they are easily defended from the outside and can be blown away by any dust removal technique. But if the spores happen to enter the human body, this matter is not so easily resisted unless the soul has some sort of defensive measures.

Third level wizard apprentices and above may have a defence against soul level attacks. However, Angel is only a junior apprentice, and Parasitic Mother had no idea why his soul had any defence at all.

But now this paradox has emerged. Angel’s soul not only has a defence but this defence also perfectly resists her spore infection.

Most importantly, the spores which Parasitic Mother sent out were captured by the grey mist and were no longer under her control… In other words, she could still sense the spores. But there was an incomparably tremendous force oppressing her control, making it so that she can’t control them at all.

“What kind of defensive force is this? d.a.m.n it! Did Sanders set up a precaution to guard this kid?”

The emotions coming from Parasitic Mother enter Angel’s perception.

Parasitic Mother’s doubts are the same as Angel’s. He also doesn’t understand what this grey fog is, did Sanders really set this up? But Angel had recalled the movements from the grey fog for a moment and felt it seemed to have nothing to do with Sanders. Although he did not know what the grey fog was, the weird fluctuations inside it made Angel feel a sense of familiarity. And this familiarity had nothing to do with Sanders at all.

The grey fog continues spreading outside his soul and seems to be abundant in quant.i.ty, which made Parasitic Mother’s actions even more anxious.

If the grey fog completely envelops Angel’s soul, how can she infect him anymore?

She must get ahead of the grey fog and get Angel’s soul out of the way!

Parasitic Mother has made up her mind to attack.

Angel sensed Parasitic Mother’s emotions, but he also felt some bitterness.

His original intention was similar to what Parasitic Mother had speculated. But since he couldn’t control the grey fog, he allowed it to diffuse around his soul body, with the main goal of resisting the green pollen.

So Angel began working harder and kept releasing more grey fog around him.

The source of the grey fog is in the depts of Angel’s soul, but it was not clear how much there has. He thinks there should be enough to defend, but if the quant.i.ty was not enough, he will stop releasing it immediately. But as the grey fog was flowing out, he sensed a change!

At first, it was fine. The grey fog was smoothly flowing out of his soul in an orderly fashion, resisting the green pollen while spreading slowly at the same time.

But not long after, Angel felt something amiss.

He felt a sense of powerlessness as if his body was being “hollowed out.”

Angel immediately wanted to stop the flow, but it was too late. Angel could no longer control the flow of the grey fog now!

The grey fog still continuously released to the outside world. Angel felt extreme pain as if his soul was being squeezed dry and after being squeezed dry, was squeezed again.

Angel felt he was really killing himself through this flow… Before, he was just trying everything he could to survive and didn’t know what effect this would have on his soul.

And as a result of this mess, it was very likely that he will not be killed by Parasitic Mother, but by himself.

While Angel wanted to cry but had no tears, Parasitic Mother did not stay idle either. When she saw the grey fog constantly appearing around Angel’s soul, she thought it was Angel making an armor of grey fog. When the “grey fog armour” took shape, she felt her pollen would no longer be able to infect Angel’s soul.

Therefore, Parasitic Mother moved quickly.

She went behind her spores and took the initiative to release the taeniasis green velvet spore to rush towards Angel’s soul.

If she had taken the time to observe more carefully, she would have noticed Angel’s soul becoming weaker and weaker. When Angel’s soul was completely weakened to the point of death, she would have won effortlessly and without putting up a fight. Unfortunately, she did not have many studies on souls and completely ignored this important point.

By the time Parasitic Mother rushed in, Angel was too weak to even perceive her emotions.

The fact that his soul is unable to move was tantamount to Parasitic Mother hitting a motionless piece of meat.

Parasitic Mother only needed to be careful and not touch the grey fog.

Parasitic Mother avoided the grey fog and slowly went around Angel.

There is not much grey fog behind him, this must be her best direction of attack!

To be on the safe side, Parasitic Mother decided this time to not use her slower spore infection. But to control the taeniasis green velvet Mother Body directly to invade Angel’s soul.

As Parasitic Mother was preparing to attack, she suddenly saw a wound on the back of Angel’s soul.

It was a small wound on Angel’s Shoulder Blade that looked as if he had been scratched by a woman’s fingernail.

“Fortune has smiled upon me!” Parasitic Mother was looking for a place to invade. Even if Angel’s back didn’t have that horrible grey fog, who knows if he had any other means of defence. The appearance of the wound made her eyes shine at this moment.

Since there is a wound here, why should she choose another place? She directly lunged at Angel’s soul body at one go!

With this in mind, Parasitic Mother directly controls the stamen of the taeniasis green velvet to pierce the soul wound on Angel’s back.—

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On the outside, the magic array on the battle arena has not been removed, and the results of the match have not been displayed on the large screen.

However, both Milk Baron and Parasitic Mother have lost their mobility. Milk Baron was lying on the ground in a strange posture while Parasitic Mother was lying in a big pit made when Toby had kicked her out.

The audience members have been clamouring for nearly five minutes, but the match organizers have not yet come out to explain what was happening.

“Why is it not over yet? Angel’s flesh and blood have long been filled with taeniasis green velvets spores, but why hasn’t Boyi regained consciousness yet?” Melanctha looked anxiously at the battle arena. Although she is also a formal wizard, this “Parasitism” involves not only the ** level but also the more mysterious soul level. She can barely see the situation within her **, while what was going on in Angel’s soul was not what she could perceive at all.

Even Baroque could not perceive the battle going on in his soul, but he was not at all worried that the infection would fail. What means would a first level apprentice have to resist it? How can someone who rushed to the Sky Tower Three Floors of Death through alchemy weapons and a pet, resist an invasion of the soul?

Baroque wasn’t worried, but Melanctha had a bad feeling: “Is there any change?”

Although she initially disagreed with Boyi’s use of Boyi’s Mother Body to infect Angel. She was more worried about Sanders retaliation after the fact. But the boat has already left the dock. As a person from Sky Machinery City, she naturally hopes Boyi will succeed. Even if she still has a slight fondness for Angel. But this sentiment and goodwill were not enough to make her change her personal stance on the matter.

It was not as though no one near the arena floor could sense their soul states.

In the corner of the VIP stands, a man in a hood suddenly frowned.

“What’s going on? The soul of Treasure Star is getting weaker and weaker? Dammit, is it this stinking woman who made this hidden move? No one can move against my treasure! That’s my Treasure Star that I have set my eyes on! I’m the only one who can get him!”

The man suddenly stood up. The VIP seat was very close to the battle arena. He wanted to climb over the railing and rush directly to the arena floor to seize the soul of “Treasure Star.”

But in the middle of his action, he suddenly stopped his movements.

“Huh? Has the soul of Treasure Star become stronger?” The eyes under the hood brightened: “Very good, that’s it! My treasure, please continue growing stronger! The thought of me conquering such a beautiful soul is so exciting!”

The man’s expression was distorted, with unusual ferocity.

Then a suppressed eerie laughter floated out from his hood.

All those who were near and heard the laughter felt a cold sweat on their backs and backed away.

On the other side of the battle arena, David’s face also raised some worries. He originally complained that Angel had hurt his “G.o.ddess,” but now seeing Angel lying on the ground motionless this whole time, his worries also rise unconsciously.

Parasitic Mother is, after all, just a fantasy he can’t reach. But Angel is his greatest help in realizing his true self in the future! He clearly knows which is more important to him, and now Angel’s life and death are uncertain. The match organizers have not announced the result yet, which makes him even more worried!

As time went by, there was still no change in the arena.

The audience members have already started throwing rubbish at the staff members. Beverage bottles, fruit peels and snack bags have all begun greeting the staff members.

There are magic arrays on the battle arena. They cannot attack it, but the staff members have little protection!

“Hurry up and announce the results. Can’t you see how much blood has been shed by the G.o.ddess?”

“If Parasitic Mother has any accident, you’re the ones who will be killed!”

The staff could hardly bear the pressure and reported to their superiors over and over again, but they still received the same response: The match outcome is still uncertain, so the match will continue.

Just as the atmosphere at the scene was about to turn into a violent riot.

Suddenly, an audience member pointed at the battle arena and shouted: “Did you see that? Milk Baron’s fingers twitched!”

With the first alarm from the exclamation, a second and third voice called out one after another.

Milk Baron’s fingers are indeed moving!

When everyone looked after the sound, Milk Baron’s palm was already pushing off the ground.

“Milk Baron is still alive!”

“Alive? Did you think he died?”

“I want him dead… But this kid just doesn’t die. This p.i.s.ses me so off!”