Sigma had no time to react. He felt a flash before his eyes, and then a sharp pain in his abdomen.

When Sigma didn't know what to do, the rat clenched its small fists and threw three punches at the same time, as fast as the wind, hitting Sigma's abdomen hard.

Sigmar suddenly felt a surge of bile and stomach acid rushing up his throat uncontrollably. With a "wow" sound, he vomited.

The mouse looked at Sigma with disdain, as if he was a disgusting guy, but it had no choice at the moment.

And at the moment Sigma vomited, something even stranger happened.

A palm-sized piece of flesh and blood suddenly popped out from the mouse's body, as if it had life, and flew straight into Sigma's open mouth.

Sigma was terrified and subconsciously pinched his neck with both hands. His eyes were wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and the ferocious look on his face became more and more intense.

After a moment, his legs softened and he fell to the ground with a plop, not moving anymore. Only his wide-open eyes still showed endless fear and despair, as if telling of this sudden tragic experience...

Deep in Sigma's soul, a silent yet extremely fierce struggle is taking place.

A series of "I don't want to die" shouted at the top of his lungs was like a surging tide, madly attacking the Lord of Plague's consciousness and causing him to have a splitting headache.

The Lord of Plague never imagined that this ugly guy, who looked like a possessed rat, had such a tenacious soul, like an unshakable fortress, stubbornly resisting his erosion.

That’s right, that strange piece of flesh and blood is the medium for the arrival of the Lord of Plague, not just a piece of dead object.

With the careful cooperation of the Ancient God believers and the demons, the Lord of Plague made a desperate attempt and resolutely gave up all the power he could control in the starry sky. He attached a wisp of his own soul to this piece of flesh and blood, trying to make a comeback in the continent of Aize.

Although his body is still firmly sealed in the distant and mysterious starry sky, he harbors arrogant ambitions in his heart and is confident that he can "dominate the world" in this continent full of opportunities and challenges.

He fantasized that with his remaining divine power, he could gradually devour and control this land, absorb enough strength to return to the peak, and then merge with the main body of the starry sky, unlock the seal in one fell swoop, and restore the supreme glory of the past.

The Lord of Plague had full confidence in his plan. After all, he was the great Lord of Plague who thought highly of himself. In his mind, he was supposed to be the supreme being who dominated everything.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow, and he died before he could accomplish his mission. As soon as he arrived, he keenly sensed the tremendous power of the demigod Hoyd, which was as deep as the ocean.

This power was like a mighty power from heaven, which instantly made him feel as if he had fallen into an icy cave and was terrified.

In a panic, he made a prompt decision and immediately gave up the blood and flesh essence that he had worked so hard to condense. Like a frightened mouse, he desperately hid himself in a dark corner, waiting for his chance to act.

If he had not been forced into a desperate situation, how could he have chosen such an ugly and extremely humble thing as a parasite.

He thought that with his remaining power as a god, it would be easy to control a tiny human being, and everything would develop step by step in the direction he expected.

Unexpectedly, this little guy named Sigma, although seemingly ordinary, is like a deeply buried stubborn stone, stubbornly resisting his now weakened strength.

“How is this possible?” The Lord of Plague roared in the depths of Sigmar’s soul, full of disbelief. “I am the Lord of Flesh and Blood. Even if there is only a piece of flesh and blood left, it is the flesh and blood of God. I can’t even take down a tiny human!”

Anger and frustration entangled in his heart like poisonous snakes, driving him crazy.

"Damn it!" At the same time, deep in Sigmar's soul, fear was like a surging black tide, completely drowning him.

"I don't want to die!" He yelled wildly, tears streaming down his face, his whole soul trembling. The instinctive desire to survive was like a burning flame, hot and tenacious.

It was this surging force of survival that left the Lord of Plague helpless for a moment.

After all, it had taken a tremendous amount of energy for him to allow his consciousness to descend upon this small piece of flesh and blood. And because of Hoyd's sudden appearance, he had to split away most of his strength in order to hide his own aura and avoid the deadly pursuit.

At this moment, He was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, strong on the outside but weak on the inside, full of resentment and anger but with no way to vent them.

"Damn it! What should I do?" The Lord of Plague roared angrily in the depths of Sigmar's soul, and the sound made the soul space buzz.

Suddenly, his eyes turned, and a plan came to his mind. He decided to use some deceptive means to deceive people.

"Sigma," the Plague Lord's voice echoed in the depths of Sigma's soul, like the whisper of a devil, full of temptation, "Don't you want to have powerful strength? As long as you open your mind and accept me, I will grant you supreme glory and make you an important figure in this world. From now on, no one will dare to look down on you. Wealth, status, beauty... everything you desire will be within your grasp."

He tried to use these sweet words to break through Sigma's psychological defenses and induce him to submit.

However, although Sigma was filled with fear at this moment, he did not lose his mind.

Hearing the Plague Lord's instigation, he cursed in his heart: "You are kidding me!"

Then, he used all his strength and screamed in the depths of his soul: "Get out of my body now, I won't fall for your trick!"

He had also attended Merlin's Ancient Gods' special classes, and he knew very well that once he let go of his mind, he would be faced with an abyss of no return.

Upon hearing this, the Lord of Plague became furious. It was a great shame and humiliation for him, a supreme god, to be contradicted by such a lowly human.

But no matter how angry he was, he was helpless. The fear of death of this guy in front of him was too strong, and his firm belief in wanting to live even created a wonderful resonance with the surging life force around him.

This resonance is like a dazzling signal light, flashing in the darkness, easily attracting the attention of others.

"Damn it! This is the first time I've met someone who is so afraid of death and yet can resonate with the force of life. How much does this guy want to live!" The Lord of Plague was shocked and frightened, and secretly groaned in his heart.

He was afraid that the "miracle" caused by this life resonance would attract the demigod Hoyd. Once discovered, he would be in dire straits.

Thinking of this, “He” no longer dared to fight for the control of Sigma’s body. He could only choose to endure it unwillingly and hide his consciousness even deeper. He secretly swore in his heart: Anyway, there is plenty of time in the future. Today’s revenge will be avenged in the future...