Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 351: They Betrayed You Three Months Ago!
Chapter 351: Chapter 351: They Betrayed You Three Months Ago!
They remained kneeling on one knee until Logan’s group had passed through the archway. Only then did they slowly rise.
As they crossed the border arch, the scene changed instantly.
The chaotic rules outside gave way to perfect order here.
Rich spiritual energy filled the air. Every breath brought nourishment from Mental Power.
It was a completely different world from the chaotic Bone Wasteland outside.
Now, the full view of Eternal Night City spread before them.
The entire city was built from giant bones. Gothic dark castles lined up along bone streets.
Columns made from the leg bones of unknown creatures, hundreds of feet long, held up towering bone towers.
Complete skulls were embedded in the building walls. Faint soul fires flickered in their eye sockets, acting as streetlights.
In the city center, a massive tower built from the skeleton of an ancient dragon pierced the sky.
Every vertebra of the dragon’s spine was carved with dense soul runes.
At the very top, within the dragon’s skull, a huge blue Inferno burned.
The light from this Inferno covered the whole of Eternal Night City, making the three purple moons in the sky seem dimmer.
The purple moons above the city appeared dark red here.
Between the buildings on both sides of the streets, bridges woven from ribs stretched across the sky, connecting the bone towers.
The air was thick with pure and concentrated spiritual energy. Not a hint of rot or death could be felt.
Death Knights rode bone horses ahead, slowly guiding the way.
They kept a respectful posture, daring not to overstep.
Violet walked beside them, speaking quietly in Ancient Beast Clan.
Her 48-star Saint stage presence was released steadily, subtly resonating with the surrounding spiritual energy.
After a moment, Violet looked away and turned to Logan. “Master, he still remembers the pact from three thousand years ago.”
“The Sky-Splitting Tribe and the Lich Cemetery once fought side by side against the predecessor of the No. 47 Restricted Zone.”
“At that time, they were not yet undead. The Ancient Beast Clan and the Lich were the most steadfast allies.”
Nel followed close beside Logan, her eyes full of awe.
She reached out, her fingertips lightly touching a streetlight made of soul crystals by the road.
Biting cold seeped through her fingers. The concentration of spiritual rules inside was more than a hundred times stronger than anything in Pinocchini.
Bobbi walked on the other side of the group, holding her spear in a ready stance.
Logan noticed she was clearly suppressing her power but still stood firm, so he glanced at her a bit longer.
Seeing Logan’s gaze, Bobbi grinned. “Even though my power is suppressed, I still can’t back down, right?”
“But if anyone dares to attack us, I’ll crush their head with my fists.”
Logan nodded slightly, his eyes scanning the whole city.
His five-spiral DNA spun rapidly within him, extending his perception to an 81-star range.
He could clearly sense an extremely complex spiritual energy transport network buried beneath the city.
Countless soul runes intertwined underground, forming a complete system of rule operation.
Logan understood that the Lich Cemetery’s civilization of spiritual rule application was far more profound than Pinocchini’s familiar tamer system.
Their understanding of spiritual rules was no less than that of the sealed Nyarlathotep.
This was the fundamental reason they could stand firm as a neutral power deep within the Lost World.
Death Knights led the group down the main street.
Every undead creature they passed, whether Skeleton Warriors or Lich Apprentices, stopped dead in their tracks.
They all knelt on one knee facing Logan. The soul fires in their eye sockets shook violently, afraid to show even a hint of disrespect.
They could clearly feel the Demigod-stage aura of spiritual rules radiating from Logan.
Soon, they reached the base of the central dragon tower.
Standing before them was a massive door made of cold jade and soul crystals.
Two skeletal guards, each five meters tall, stood on either side of the gate. Both possessed the presence of a 32-star Saint stage.
Seeing Logan, they bowed immediately and slowly pushed open the heavy door.
The Death Knight dismounted his horse, knelt before the gate, and said respectfully, “My Lord, the special entity who controls spiritual rules has been brought.”
Inside the gate, there was no answer. Only a wisp of gray soul fire drifted out, circling the entrance once.
Then, the door swung fully open, revealing a spacious government hall inside.
Logan stepped into the hall.
The entire room was built from a single piece of soul crystal. The floor was smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting the group’s shadows.
On the walls around them were the soul imprints of every Lich that came before. Each imprint radiated the aura of a Saint stage.
At the very back of the hall, a throne carved from ten-thousand-year-old cold jade stood high upon a platform.
Seated upon the throne was a figure draped in a black-and-gold robe.
His body was hidden beneath the wide robes, with only his eye sockets visible. Inside, gray soul fires flickered.
He held a three-meter-long soul staff in his hand, topped with a massive soul crystal.
His presence was calm and contained, yet it radiated a terrifying pressure equivalent to a 48-star quasi-Demigod.
He was Moragas, the Great Lich of the Lich Cemetery.
Moragas’s gaze fixed on Logan, the gray fire in his eyes trembling slightly.
He did not speak. Instead, he raised his hand, and a beam of gray light shot from his fingertip.
A quasi-Demigod-stage soul gaze activated instantly, engulfing Logan’s entire body.
He intended to probe the soul essence of this outsider to confirm his identity and purpose.
Logan stood his ground. He did not dodge and did not resist.
He consciously released the limits of his Soul Sea, allowing Moragas’s detection to sweep over him freely.
The complete structure of his five-spiral DNA was revealed clearly within the Soul Sea.
Yepera, the Black Dragon, and Nyarlathotep—three Demigod consciousnesses trapped within the three key points of the Five-God Balance Formation—were also exposed without reservation to Moragas’s perception.
The instant Moragas’s awareness touched upon these three Demigod consciousnesses, the soul staff in his hand suddenly snapped, breaking off a section.
The gray fire in his eyes, previously steady, instantly turned a pale white with terror.
His body on the throne lurched backward violently, smashing the bone chair back behind him into shards.
For the first time, Moragas’s voice trembled wildly: “Five spiral? Three Demigod consciousnesses imprisoned? You, who are not yet a Demigod but imprison Demigods… who exactly are you?”
Violet stepped forward and stood by Logan’s side.
She removed her mask, revealing the golden vertical pupils unique to the Ancient Beast Clan royal family.
She performed a formal Ancient Beast Clan royal salute to Moragas on the throne: “High Chancellor Moragas, witness of the pact from three thousand years ago.”
“Today, we come to fight against the No. 47 Restricted Zone. We request to share intelligence with you.”
The soul fire in Moragas’s eyes slowly faded from that pale white back to its normal gray.
His gaze locked onto Logan, as if trying to see right through him: “Information exchange? Fine.”
“But first, you must prove your sincerity.”
Logan looked up at Moragas, his expression calm. “What sincerity do you need?”
Moragas slowly rose from his shattered throne.
Hidden beneath his robes, his frame looked incredibly thin. Yet, the pressure of his 48-star quasi-Demigod presence began to rise around him.
He raised a hand, projecting an image into the center of the hall. It showed a swirling mass of black mist.
Inside the mist, countless distorted human faces screamed in agony. It was the Soul-Eating Ghost.
Moragas’s voice turned colder. “The Soul-Eating Ghost at the border. The vanguard of the No. 47 Restricted Zone. A 48-star quasi-Demigod.”
“It has already devoured three of my Lich offspring and thirty intruders from the Bloodline Temple.”
“If you can destroy it, I will tell you the truth about both Zone 53 and the No. 47 Restricted Zone.”
Logan stared at the Soul-Eating Ghost in the image, a faint smile touching his lips.
He had already seen the traces of such devourers in the Mist Marsh.
This 48-star quasi-Demigod Soul-Eating Ghost was the perfect test for his true power: 81-star Five-Spiral.
It was also the chance to verify if the Fusion of Five Rules could truly counter the Devouring Rule.
Logan slowly nodded. “Agreed.”
“I will clear this ghost for you.”
The soul fire in Moragas’s eyes flared violently once more.
He clearly hadn’t expected Logan to agree so quickly.
After all, this was a 48-star quasi-Demigod, one that held the innate Devouring Rule—a natural counter to souls.
Even Moragas himself might not be able to guarantee a complete kill if he fought it alone.
Moragas fell silent for a moment before speaking again. “It is in the Wailing Canyon.”
“I will provide you with Soul Protection Runes that can withstand one attack from the Devouring Rule.”
“As long as you kill it, the Lich Cemetery will forever be an ally to you and the Human Federation.”
Logan nodded slightly, saying nothing more.
He turned and walked toward the exit of the government hall.
Violet, Nel, and Bobbi immediately followed, not a shred of fear in their eyes.
They knew that with Logan at 81 stars, killing a 48-star quasi-Demigod Ghost was no contest.
Outside the hall, the Death Knight was still standing guard respectfully.
Seeing Logan and his group emerge, he bowed deeply.
Logan lifted his chin slightly and spoke calmly, “Lead the way to the Wailing Canyon.”
The Death Knight nodded instantly, swung his leg over his bone horse, and said, “Before we set off, His Lordship asked me to take you somewhere first.”
Instead of heading straight for the Wailing Canyon, the Death Knight turned his horse and rode toward the underground area of Eternal Night City.
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