Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 389: The Purge Faction of the Ancient Tribunal!

Chapter 389: Chapter 389: The Purge Faction of the Ancient Tribunal!

His old voice trembled with caution. “Observer No. 3, this battle is over. The Origin Devourer has fled. You have no reason to attack.”

Observer No. 3 said nothing. The Space Rule chains around him shivered slightly, clearly scanning Logan’s condition to determine his level of violation.

Violet immediately stepped in front of Logan, clutching the cracked Sky-Opening Ancestral Horn. She unleashed her full 48-star pressure, her golden vertical pupils staring down the observer in mid-air. She was ready to activate her self-destruct mode at any moment.

Her old burn wounds on her palm had cracked open again from gripping the horn too tightly. Pale golden blood trickled down the length of the horn, yet she seemed to feel no pain.

Green Vine ordered the spirit tribe warriors to retreat quickly, leading the still-unconscious Kane toward the western entrance of the ancient passage. They prepared to evacuate immediately to the No. 46 Restricted Zone if things went wrong.

Logan stood up and released his 108-star pressure without holding back. It collided with the Demigod pressure of Observer No. 3 in mid-air, sending fine ripples through the surrounding space.

He looked up at the silver-gray figure hovering above, his expression calm and free of any fear.

The number of Space Rule chains around Observer No. 3 increased from dozens to over a hundred. The sharp tips of the chains gleamed with cold light; he had clearly finished his assessment.

His spiritual voice pierced the soul, ringing directly in Logan’s mind. “Balancer of the Five Rules, you have tampered with the timeline, used forbidden regression technology multiple times, and bear the mark of a defector on your forehead. You are classified as an anomaly. Initiating immediate clearance program.”

Over a hundred spatial chains moved at once, like snakes coiling around Logan from all directions. Where the chains passed, fine black cracks formed in the space, strong enough to tear through the defenses of a 108-star Saint.

The staff of prophecy in Blind Prophet’s hand erupted with intense golden light. Countless prophecy rune flew toward the silver-gray spatial chains. They collided in mid-air, emitting a sizzling sound as the rules annihilated each other, splashing forth a shower of energy sparks.

Golden blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. His old voice was tight and strained. “Number 3, you have no right to eliminate an ally of the Observer Organization! Logan is key to balancing the Origin Devourer. He is the only one who can check The Observer No. 1’s conspiracy!”

The interference net formed by golden prophecy rune temporarily held back the tightening of the Space Rule chains, but the staff of prophecy in Blind Prophet’s hand had already developed fine cracks. Clearly, it could last no more than thirty seconds.

Green Vine had dragged Kane two hundred meters. They were only one hundred meters from the ancient passage entrance and expected to arrive in twenty more seconds.

Emerald-green vine rapidly extended around her, anchoring onto the rock walls to carve out a shortcut and speeding up their movement.

Logan assessed his internal state. Although his 108 star five-spiral DNA was stable, the cracks on its surface had not fully healed yet.

The faith system of the familiar world had just been established; it could not yet directly supply enough power to handle a Demigod-stage attack.

He quickly calculated his chances of defeating Observer No. 3. He ran through every possible scenario, but the final success rate was less than ten percent.

Logan issued a cold order: “Violet, step down. Blind Prophet, prepare the evacuation route.”

He gripped the silver Blade of Time tightly in his right hand. Faint time rule-light wreathed his fingertips, ready to activate the Time Anchor at the last moment to buy time for their escape.

Observer No. 3 in mid-air sensed that Blind Prophet’s interference was weakening. He immediately drew upon more Space Rule power, making the assault from the hundreds of chains even more fierce.

The golden interference net began to crack. Blind Prophet coughed, and the fissures on the staff of prophecy had now spread halfway up the shaft.

Violet’s fingers, gripping the cracked Sky-Opening Ancestral Horn, turned white from the strain. The golden bones in her palm were exposed once more.

She was ready to activate her self-destruct mode. Even if it meant death, she would hold Observer No. 3 off to give Master a chance to escape.

The cracks on Blind Prophet’s staff of prophecy had now spread from the handle to the head.

The rule-annihilation shockwaves from the collision between the golden prophecy rune and the silver-gray spatial chains expanded in rings, shattering the eastern cliff of Shattered Canyon. Black volcanic rocks tumbled down, creating a debris field with a diameter of one hundred meters.

Observer No. 3’s featureless face turned toward Blind Prophet. The number of Space Rule chains around him increased from dozens to hundreds, and his Demigod-stage pressure rose to ninety percent.

The silver-gray chains broke through the golden interference net. Their sharp tips were now only ten meters from Logan’s throat.

Logan held the Blade of Time horizontally in his right hand to block, while a spatial shield covered his chest with his left. His 108-star Saint stage pressure was fully unleashed, yet he still felt suppressed by three percent due to the Demigod-stage existence facing him.

He spoke with a cold voice, his sound traveling through the mind link to every command node in the No. 53 Restricted Zone: “Violet, listen.”

Violet knelt on one knee, raising her golden vertical pupils. Her face was still pale from exhaustion, and her old burn wounds continued to drip pale golden blood droplets. “Master!”

The soul contract mark on Logan’s forehead burst with golden light, counter-transferring the proxy-regent authority to Violet. “I, in the identity of the Lord of the Five Spirals, grant you the authority of the proxy-regent for No. 53 Restricted Zone. You now hold command over the Sky-Splitting Tribe, the remnants of the Bloodline Temple, and the Deepwalker Legion. You also take full administrative command of Zone 53 during Kane’s recovery.”

The pale golden master-servant contract mark on Violet’s forehead slowly transformed into dual tones of purple and gold, signifying that her authority could now mobilize all power within the No. 53 Restricted Zone.

More golden blood flowed from Blind Prophet’s mouth. His 48-star quasi-Demigod-stage foundation had been severely damaged.

He slammed the staff of prophecy firmly into the ground with both hands. The shaft shattered instantly, breaking off one-third of its length as he forcibly opened an ancient portal to the No. 46 Restricted Zone.

The portal was three meters in diameter, surrounded by golden prophecy rune. Inside, the gray rocky landscape of No. 46 Restricted Zone became visible.

“Go, Logan! I can’t hold on for ten more seconds!” Blind Prophet shouted, his voice raspy and cutting through the noise of the colliding rules.

Observer No. 3’s ethereal voice for the first time carried a note of anger: “You cannot escape! The Ancient Tribunal’s Purge Faction has activated the hunt. Zone 32 has already received the clearance order.”

Logan’s pupils contracted as he received fragments of intelligence from Blind Prophet’s prophecy mark.

The No. 32 Restricted Zone, Bar, is an Ultra-Demigod who commands the Space Rule essence itself. He is even stronger than the Origin Devourer and has already sent a hunt team.

Before stepping through the portal, Logan handed the cracked Staff of Creation and the Bow of Destruction to Violet. “Whoever dares to disobey you, let them face the bow and be ruled by the staff!”

Violet took the two rule-weapons with both hands. Her dual-toned purple-gold mark resonated with the rule patterns on the weapons. With tears filling her golden vertical pupils, she nodded firmly.

The Space Rule chains of Observer No. 3 pierced Blind Prophet’s interference net, going straight through his left shoulder. Golden god-blood gushed out, yet the portal remained stable.

Logan looked back at Violet one last time, his voice firm. “Live, and wait for me to return.”

Supporting the heavily injured Blind Prophet, he stepped into the portal, and his figure vanished instantly.

Observer No. 3’s chains slammed hard into the spot where the portal had disappeared, blasting a hole one hundred meters deep into the ground.

His cold voice echoed across the entire Shattered Canyon: “Soon, the Arbitrator’s true self will arrive. Then, the clearance program will be unstoppable. Every living being in No. 53 Restricted Zone is an accomplice.”

Violet stood up, gripping the two rule-weapons. A purple-gold pressure covered the entire field. She gave a cold order: “The army, clean up the battlefield. Seal the ancient passage entrance. Move to maximum alert status.”

On the other side of the portal, Logan helped Blind Prophet step onto the gray rocky ground of No. 46 Restricted Zone.

His 108-star Saint stage pressure automatically lowered. He sensed that the rule concentration here was thirty percent higher than in No. 53 Restricted Zone, and the spatial structure was much more stable.

Blind Prophet staggered to a standstill. Golden god-blood kept flowing from the gash in his left shoulder. His 48-star aura had already dropped to 35-star.

Three retired observers in gray robes appeared from behind the rocks.

On the left was a woman in a green-striped robe, with green Life Rule rune swirling around her palm.

In the center stood an elderly man, a master of the Prophecy Rule, sharing the same origin as Blind Prophet.

On the right was a tall, thin man, with gray-white Death Rule energy winding around his cuffs.

The Life Rule master stepped forward, placing both hands on Blind Prophet’s left shoulder. Green Life Rule threads wrapped around the wound, stitching it shut.

However, the Space Rule residue left by Observer No. 3 clung to the wound like silver-gray rust, blocking healing. It would take about three hours to completely remove it.

Leaning against a rock, Blind Prophet gave a pale, wry smile and explained the situation to Logan.

“Now, we are in a three-way standoff. The Ancient Tribunal’s Purge Faction, represented by Observer No. 3, sees you as an anomaly that must be eliminated.”

“The Observers of Seat 7 and Seat 9 see you as a rare five-spiral research subject. They are currently taking a wait-and-see approach.”

“We, the Observer Organization, are a union of Ancient Tribunal defectors. We see you as a key ally to fight against the Court’s overreach.”

He coughed, and golden blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. “The rule hunt started by Observer No. 3 is the Tribunal’s highest clearance procedure for anomalies. It allows them to move power across restricted zones.”

“The master he contacted from Zone 32, Bar, is an Ultra-Demigod Space Rule Controller. He is stronger than the Origin Devourer, has no personal grudge against you, and will hold back nothing. The hunt team is expected to arrive within 48 hours.”

Logan frowned, calculating the timeline.

Observer No. 3 said the Arbitrator would arrive in 72 hours. The hunt team from Zone 32 would be here in 48 hours. But No. 46 Restricted Zone could only hide Logan’s 108 star aura for a maximum of 24 hours.

Blind Prophet shook his head, his voice aged and weary. “Your 108 star rule fluctuation is too unique. Here, it is like a torch in the night. You can hide for at most 24 hours. After that, the Purge Faction will lock onto your exact location.”

Logan spoke with a cold, decisive tone: “First, contact Violet. Confirm how well she has taken over No. 53 Restricted Zone.”

“Within 24 hours, I need to send Natalia, Fischl, and other key personnel, along with Nel and Bobbi, back to the human Federation and Pinocchini. They must set up safety buffer zones immediately to keep the war from spilling over onto humanity.”

“After that, I will stay in No. 46 Restricted Zone to learn your Rule Separation techniques and the ancient Battle Styles.”