Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 352: The Ghost in Wailing Canyon!
Chapter 352: Chapter 352: The Ghost in Wailing Canyon!
The bone staircase stretched downward, and the walls on both sides were carved with soul protection runes.
As they went deeper, the concentration of soul energy in the air grew thicker.
Logan walked calmly at the rear, his steps steady, showing no hesitation.
Inside him, the Five-Spiral DNA spun rapidly, ever alert to any movement around.
He could clearly feel that this underground area was the core military base of Eternal Night City. Countless powerful undead presences were lying dormant in the secret rooms on all sides.
Violet walked beside Logan, her golden vertical pupils scanning the surroundings constantly.
She wasn’t unfamiliar with the rune structure here.
Three thousand years ago, the ancestors of the Sky-Splitting Tribe had worked with the Lich to perfect this very defense system.
As her fingertips traced the runes on the wall, she felt a familiar energy vibration.
Nel and Bobbi flanked the group on either side, always on high alert.
They both knew this was the core heart of the Lich Cemetery; even the slightest carelessness could bring trouble.
Nel’s Mirror ability was still suppressed, lasting only 30 seconds at a time, forcing her to keep her senses focused solely on her immediate surroundings.
Bobbi’s Space Jump ability also couldn’t be fully used, so she just tightened her grip on her spear.
Soon, the group arrived at a massive door made of cold jade.
Hundreds of soul crystals were embedded in the door, forming a complex defensive array.
The Death Knight swung down from his horse and knelt before the door, chanting ancient words. With the last syllable, the cold jade door slowly swung inward, revealing a spacious underground military depot.
Located fifty meters below the central tower, the depot was cast from soul crystals and cold iron. On the shelves around the room were neatly arranged war supplies accumulated by the Lich Cemetery through the ages: soul weapons, defensive runes, finished potions, and countless soul crystals sealing the combat power of the undead.
Every item radiated an intense aura of rules, with the lowest tier being Saint stage.
Logan stepped slowly into the depot and stood on the circular platform in the center.
His eyes swept across the room, but he showed zero interest in the supplies on the shelves.
His 81-star pressure remained contained, forming only a thin shell of rule-based protection around him.
He knew clearly that his purpose for coming here had never been these external objects.
Just then, a gray soul fire drifted down from above the platform, condensing into the illusionary form of Moragas—a projection of his Quasi-Demigod stage.
Moragas’s gaze fell on Logan, the gray soul fire in his eye sockets flickering slightly.
He raised a hand, and a gray-white rune stone flew out of the projection, landing in front of Logan.
“A soul protection rune,” Moragas’s voice echoed. “It can withstand one attack from the Devouring Rule for ten minutes. It is enough to handle any sudden emergencies.”
Logan reached out and caught the rune stone in his palm.
The Five-Spiral DNA spun rapidly as five streams of rule power flooded into the stone.
In an instant, he analyzed its soul rule defense structure and confirmed its effect.
Yes, this rune could indeed block one Quasi-Demigod-stage Devouring Rule attack when it mattered most.
Logan stored the rune stone in his storage space and gave a slight nod. “Thank you.”
Moragas’s projection swayed slightly, and his gaze shifted to Violet standing nearby.
His soul fire flickered a few times, sending a private mental message directly into Violet’s mind.
Violet’s body trembled slightly, a look of surprise flashing in her golden vertical pupils.
She nodded briefly to Moragas and turned to walk toward a side hall within the depot.
Nel saw this and immediately started to follow.
Logan raised a hand to stop her, his eyes remaining calm as he looked at Moragas’s projection.
He could feel Violet’s emotional shifts clearly through the soul contract.
There was no danger, only shock, anger, and a hint of sorrow that she couldn’t hide.
Inside the side hall, Moragas’s second projection was already waiting.
When he saw Violet enter, the gray soul fire flickered slowly. “Heir of the royal bloodline,” he said, “there is something you must know.”
“Three months ago, Iron-Bone Grand Elder secretly sent an envoy into this neutral zone,” Moragas continued.
Violet asked in a low voice, “What was he doing there?”
Moragas’s soul fire flared violently, his voice carrying a chill. “He met in secret with the envoy from the Devourer in No. 47 Restricted Zone.”
“I cannot fully know what they traded.” Moragas admitted.
“But I am certain it involved the ownership of the Devouring Rule and control over the Sky-Splitting Tribe.”
Violet’s fingers tightened slightly, her golden vertical pupils swirling with coldness.
She had suspected Iron-Bone’s loyalty was questionable, but she never expected the tribe’s betrayal to have started three months ago.
“Iron-Bone betrayed his own people three months ago,” Violet said through clenched teeth, her voice icy. ”
“He betrayed the ancestors’ legacy and let down every member of the Sky-Splitting Tribe.”
Violet took a deep breath to calm the turmoil in her heart.
She bowed respectfully to Moragas, then turned and walked out of the side hall.
The moment she returned to the main hall, she immediately sent all the new intel to Logan through the soul contract.
After hearing the news, Logan’s mouth pressed into a thin line, and his eyes turned icy.
He had long suspected a connection between Iron-Bone Grand Elder and No. 47 Restricted Zone, but he never expected the enemy’s scheme to have started three months ago.
This wasn’t just a struggle for power; it was a complete betrayal of the tribe.
Logan turned to Violet, his gaze softening slightly.
Through the soul contract, he sent a wave of calming mind energy to her.
There was no need for empty words, yet Violet’s turbulent emotions settled instantly.
Violet looked up at Logan, her eyes filled with determination and trust.
Logan turned to Nel and Bobbi.
His voice was cold, carrying an order that brooked no argument, as he began to deploy the strategy.
” Nel, once we reach Wailing Canyon, split into twelve physical copies to act as bait,” Logan ordered. “Draw the ghost’s attention and figure out its attack patterns.”
Nel nodded immediately, gripping her short blade tightly.
Logan then turned to Bobbi. “Bobbi, flank to the ghost’s rear and set up a spatial trap using Phase Folding.”
“Once it attacks, immediately seal off all its escape routes,” he commanded.
Bobbi grinned, hoisting his spear over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, even if it tries to run, it won’t get far!”
Logan finally looked at Violet, his tone slightly calmer. “Violet, use your status as an Ancient Beast Clan royal bloodline to suppress its dark aura. Cut off its connection to the surrounding soul-devouring ghosts. Do not give it a chance to recover.”
“Understood, Master,” Violet nodded firmly. “I will not let it escape my seal.”
With the tactical plan set, Logan turned and walked toward the exit of the military depot.
He could clearly feel the emotional tension rising in the projection behind him; Moragas also sensed the urgency of the situation.
Moragas’s projection said nothing more, simply watching silently as the four of them vanished into the corridor’s mouth.
Once they left the depot, the Death Knight was already waiting outside the door.
Seeing the group emerge, he immediately mounted his horse and led the way ahead.
The group walked up the bone staircase, heading toward Wailing Canyon at the eastern border of Eternal Night City.
Along the way, the undead creatures all knelt and bowed, terrified to show the slightest disrespect.
Half an hour later, they reached the edge of Wailing Canyon.
This was the eastern border zone of Eternal Night City, where the ground was littered with gray-black life voids.
Each void marked a life that had been completely swallowed by the Devouring Rule.
The air was thick with a heavy sense of death, tinged with faint, fluctuating waves of the Devouring Rule.
Nel’s body trembled slightly. Immediately, she split into 12 physical copies.
The copies fanned out, advancing deep into the canyon, constantly on guard against a sudden ghost attack.
Bobbi gripped his spear tightly, and the space around him rippled with dense folds.
He was preparing to flank the canyon and set a trap. Scanning the rock walls on both sides, he looked for the perfect spot.
As soon as Logan gave the order, he could instantly seal the space, leaving the soul-devouring ghost no chance to escape.
Violet stood beside Logan, her 48-star Saint stage energy fully unleashed.
The Ancient Beast Clan royal secret arts were running at full capacity, and her golden vertical pupils locked onto the canyon depths.
She could clearly sense the 48-star quasi-Demigod-stage Devouring Rule aura lurking deep within the canyon.
At the same time, she detected several faint Saint stage soul waves slowly approaching through the fog.
Just then, five semi-transparent souls emerged from the gray fog on both sides of the canyon.
They wore the standard robes of the Bloodline Temple, and black Devouring Infernos flickered in their empty eye sockets.
These were members of the Bloodline Temple expedition team who had been swallowed by the soul-devouring ghost earlier, now corrupted and turned into the ghost’s puppets.
The five soul fragments were all firmly at the 36-star Saint stage.
They let out a piercing shriek and dove straight for the nearest Nel copy.
Their sharp soul claws sliced through the air, instantly shattering three of Nel’s Mirror copies.
Nel’s true body let out a grunt, a trickle of blood escaping the corner of her mouth. “It’s the Bloodline Temple! They’ve been corrupted by the ghost!”
Seeing this, Bobbi immediately stepped forward to help.
Logan raised a hand to stop him, then took a slow step forward.
He looked at the five approaching soul fragments. There was no killing intent in his eyes, only a calm serenity.
He slowly raised his hand, and emerald-green Creative Rule energy burst from his fingertips.
“Creative Rule: Life Reshaping.”
A beam of emerald light instantly enveloped the five soul fragments.
The Creative Rule energy seeped into every crack and crevice of the souls, reversing the damage caused by the Devouring Rule.
The black Devouring Infernos on their bodies quickly dissipated under the emerald glow.
Their chaotic minds began to clear and regain sanity, nourished by the Creative Rule.
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