Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 357: The Ancient Beast Clan’s Royal Bloodline!
Chapter 357: Chapter 357: The Ancient Beast Clan’s Royal Bloodline!
Three thousand years ago, when the Sky-Splitting Tribe established relations with the lich cemetery.
This embassy was built specifically for them.
It was also where the first chieftain of the Sky-Splitting Tribe once lived.
Violet looked at the building before her, her body trembling slightly.
She could clearly feel the bloodline Resonance coming from within the structure.
It was a call from her ancestors, an imprint etched deep into her soul.
She took a deep breath and walked toward the altar in the center of the ruins.
Logan walked beside her, slowly spreading the pressure of his 81 stars.
Five-colored rule lights formed a stable barrier around him, protecting Violet inside.
He could sense that the ruins were filled with complex rune arrays.
If anything went wrong, he would protect Violet instantly and neutralize any danger.
Moragas’ projection hovered at the edge of the altar, not getting closer. “The altar in the center was made using fragments of the first chieftain’s horn, inlaid with lich soul fire crystals.”
“If royal blood is dripped onto the altar, the bloodline tracing ritual will activate.”
“I will stabilize the rune fluctuations from the side to ensure the ritual does not backfire.”
Violet slowly walked to the center of the altar and knelt down.
The altar was carved from a single block of black cold jade, its surface etched with the ancient totem patterns of the Ancient Beast Clan’s royal family.
In the center’s indentation sat a pale golden fragment of a horn—the only relic left behind by the first chieftain of the Sky-Splitting Tribe.
Violet raised her hand, gathering the energy of the 48-star Saint stage at her fingertips.
With a flick of her finger, drops of golden royal blood fell from her tip onto the horn fragment in the center of the altar.
The moment the blood touched the fragment, the entire altar burst into blinding golden light.
Countless Ancient Beast Clan runes rose from the altar, spiraling slowly around Violet.
She closed her eyes and began chanting ancient royal spells.
The pale gold contract mark on her brow flared brightly, forming a perfect Resonance with the runes on the altar.
The Ancient Beast Clan’s royal secret technique, the Bloodline Trace, was finally activated.
Logan stood at the edge of the altar, his five-spiral DNA spinning rapidly, constantly monitoring Violet’s soul state.
He could clearly feel her consciousness retreating along the river of bloodline toward the past.
His rule barrier remained steady around him; the moment any backlash appeared, he would act instantly to break the ritual.
Moragas’ projection stood on the opposite side, channeling gray soul fire at full power to stabilize the altar’s rune fluctuations.
He knew clearly: only the truth seen directly by the royal bloodline could shatter the lies Iron-Bone had woven for years.
The golden light on the altar grew stronger, and Violet’s body began to tremble.
Her consciousness first traveled back three months. In the scene, a young Iron-Bone stood deep in Wailing Canyon, wearing the robes of the Grand Elder.
Opposite him stood an emissary of the Devourers, shrouded in black mist.
Iron-Bone’s face wore a sycophantic smile as he bowed deeply to the emissary. “If you help me completely control the Elder Hall and secure the position of Grand Elder…”
“…I will help you obtain the first chieftain’s bloodline and Kane’s Destruction Rule, opening the seal’s breach.”
The Devourer emissary let out a screeching, grating laugh. A black tendril extended from the mist and patted Iron-Bone’s shoulder. “You are very wise, far smarter than those old fools who stubbornly cling to the alliance.”
“As soon as the Queen Mother breaks free, you will be the only king of the Sky-Splitting Tribe.”
The scene abruptly dissolved here.
Violet’s body trembled violently, her fingers digging deeply into the cold jade floor of the altar.
Her expression was ice-cold. In her purple eyes, there were no tears, only bone-chilling fury.
She had always thought Iron-Bone had only recently colluded with the Devourers.
She never expected that three months ago, he had already begun his plot to betray his own clan.
Logan, through the soul contract, clearly felt her anger. He silently transmitted a wave of stable mind energy to her.
He did not speak or disturb her, knowing that at this moment, she needed to digest this cruel truth on her own.
The golden light on the altar flared again. Violet’s consciousness continued to rewind, traveling back three thousand years.
This time, the scene showed the earth shrouded in black mist.
Hordes of Devourers ravaged the earth. Wherever they passed, all life was consumed until nothing remained.
The ancestors of the Sky-Splitting Tribe were chained like cattle, driven by the Devourers to become test subjects for the Devouring Rule.
In the center of the scene, a golden figure covered in blood charged out of the black mist, wielding a massive blade.
He severed the chains binding the ancestors and stood before the Devourers.
It was young Kane. Back then, three thousand years ago, he was not yet the Taboo Lord of the 53rd Restricted Zone.
He was merely an apprentice who had fled from the No. 47 Restricted Zone, unwilling to devour his fellow disciples.
Kane stood in front of the Sky-Splitting Tribe ancestors, fighting the Devourer army with blood and steel.
His body was covered in wounds, and golden blood dripped continuously from them.
Yet, he never retreated a single step. With his own body, he held back the horde and created a safe haven for the Sky-Splitting Tribe’s ancestors.
In the vision, the first chieftain, dragging his broken leg, knelt before Kane and bowed deeply. “Your life-saving grace, the Sky-Splitting Tribe will never forget.”
“From this day forward, my Sky-Splitting Tribe pledges to follow you for all generations and fight for you.”
Kane helped the first chieftain to his feet. His gaze fixed firmly on the distance, he said: “As long as the Devourers are not eradicated, this the earth will never know peace.”
“I will build a defense line to protect all lives that refuse to be consumed.”
“Will you be willing to stand with me and defend this land?”
All the Sky-Splitting Tribe ancestors fell to their knees, letting out a deafening roar.
They were ready to follow the man who had saved their lives, ready to fight the Devourers alongside him.
The scene slowly faded away.
The golden light on the altar gradually dimmed, and Violet slowly opened her eyes.
Her purple eyes held no trace of weakness, only an absolute, determined killing intent.
She finally understood everything.
The ancestors of the Sky-Splitting Tribe had been saved from hell by Kane.
Kane was their savior, the leader destined to be followed for generations.
And Grand Elder Iron-Bone? He had not only betrayed the Sky-Splitting Tribe but had also betrayed the life-saving grace of their ancestors.
Gritting her teeth, Violet’s voice carried a bone-chilling coldness. “Iron-Bone started betraying us three months ago. Now, he has betrayed the ancestors’ legacy as well.”
“He owes a debt to the ancestors, to Lord Kane, and to every member of the Sky-Splitting Tribe.”
Moragas’ projection watched her, his gray soul fire flickering gently. “Confirmed?”
Violet lifted her head. Her eyes, once filled with turmoil, were now completely calm, leaving only resolve. “Confirmed.”
“Grand Elder Iron-Bone has betrayed his clan and the grace that saved their lives. He deserves eternal death.”
“As a member of the Sky-Splitting Tribe’s royal bloodline, I must personally cleanse the family of traitors and remove this threat from our clan.”
Logan looked at her, his gaze softening slightly.
He reached out and gently patted Violet’s shoulder.
Stable five-rule energy flowed from his fingertips into her body, soothing her chaotic aura. “I promised you I would help you clean up the household.”
“I will take Iron-Bone’s life for you.”
Just then, the altar floor began to tremble slightly.
The stone slab beneath Violet slowly split apart to the sides, revealing an entrance to a secret chamber leading underground.
The entrance was covered in Ancient Beast Clan royal runes, which could only be opened by her bloodline.
This was the royal secret chamber left by the first chieftain, and the storage place for the Sky-Splitting Tribe’s most core treasures.
Violet took a deep breath, forcing her surging emotions back under control.
She stood up and gestured invitingly toward Logan. “Master, please follow me.”
“Inside lies the Sky-Splitting Tribe’s royal treasure.”
“It is also the only thing that can directly contact Lord Kane.”
Logan nodded slightly and followed Violet into the underground chamber.
Moragas’ projection did not enter; he simply guarded the entrance.
He knew this was the core forbidden zone of the Sky-Splitting Tribe’s royal family, a place where he had no right to tread.
Nel and Bobbi also guarded the outer perimeter of the ruins, sealing off the entire area to rule out any possibility of an ambush.
The underground chamber was small but extremely solemn.
The walls were carved with the names of every Sky-Splitting Tribe royal family member throughout history, as well as murals depicting the war from three thousand years ago.
In the center of the chamber, on a stone platform, stood a pitch-black totem pillar.
The pillar was carved from a single piece of the first chieftain’s horn, its surface etched with the totem patterns of the Ancient Beast Clan’s royal family.
After three thousand years, the totem pillar still emitted a faint golden glow, overflowing with immense soul energy.
This is the royal treasure of the Ancient Beast Clan: the Resonance totem pillar.
It is the only item capable of piercing the Lost World’s spatial barrier to directly contact the Destruction Temple in the No. 53 Restricted Zone.
Violet walked up to the stone table. Her hands trembling, she picked up the totem pillar.
As her fingertips traced the totem patterns on its surface, she could clearly feel the will of her ancestors lingering within it.
She turned to Logan, a flicker of hesitation on her face. “Master, using this, we can contact Lord Kane directly.”
“But there is one thing I must tell you beforehand.”
Logan looked at her, his gaze calm. “Speak.”
Violet lowered her head. Her voice carried a hint of guilt and unease. “Three thousand years ago, my father, the previous chairman of the Shadow Council…”
“Was ordered by the Elder Hall to help hunt down the traitor, Lord Kane.”
“Even though it was a death-order from the Elder Hall, Lord Kane may still hold a grudge against the Ancient Beast Clan’s royal family.”
“If we make this contact now, he may not be willing to see us. He might even attack us immediately.”
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