Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 398: Violet’s Sacrifice and Contribution!
Chapter 398: Chapter 398: Violet’s Sacrifice and Contribution!
Suddenly, a burning stung on his left arm.
Logan felt as though his very essence was being drained from afar. The cracks on his five-stranded DNA deepened further, hitting a critical threshold. Faint signs of disintegration began to appear.
Bar looked down, his chains rattling loudly. “Logan, is The Observer No. 1’s gift to your liking? Don’t think that Time Rules make you invincible. Now that we know your hand, we’ve already prepared for this!”
With that, the blade in Logan’s hand flared with bright light. “Come on then! Let’s see if you’ve come here as a grim reaper, or just another corpse!”
As soon as Bar finished speaking, the eight Demigods around them simultaneously unleashed their pressure. The air itself seemed to thicken and become sticky under the weight.
Nine Demigod auras locked down every escape route. A flawless spatial seal blocked any possibility of Space Teleport.
He was left with only one Save Point and two frozen rewind permissions. In other words, he had just one life left.
At the same time, in the No. 53 Restricted Zone, the Destruction Temple stood silent.
She was organizing the Ancient Beast Clan legion for defense. Her fingertips tapped lightly on the totem pillars, confirming the energy levels of every defense line.
Suddenly, a violent tremor shook from the depths of the temple.
Violet’s golden vertical pupils shrank sharply. She looked up toward the temple entrance.
Black tattoos from the No. 47 Restricted Zone glowed on their fingertips, and their combat pressure shot up instantly!
“They are remnants of the Blood River! They’re rebelling!”
Outside the hall, roars erupted as the guards immediately engaged the assassins in fierce combat.
Violet tightened her grip on the Staff of Creation, her face turning pale. “If they interfere with my control over the Restricted Zone!”
Her hand holding the Horn trembled violently. The temperature of the Horn was scorching, like holding a red-hot branding iron.
Pale golden blood flowed down the pattern on the Horn, dripping onto the totem pillars. The pillars hissed as the blood burned them.
“Die!”
Once the assassins’ bones shattered, black blood splattered onto Violet’s shoes. The leather on her shoes was instantly corroded by the blood, creating holes. Yet, she didn’t seem to feel a thing.
That Essence was part of the thirty percent reserve Logan had transferred to her before leaving. Not much was left.
Moreover, where the blood vessels touched the golden patterns on the totem pillars, they emitted a hissing sound of corrosion. The golden patterns were visibly dimming at a speed the naked eye could detect.
Snap!
Violet raised her left hand, trying to send an emergency distress signal to Logan through their soul master-servant contract.
Nine Demigods had locked down all spatial paths, sealing off any signal transmission. Her message couldn’t get through.
The Sky-Shattering Chieftain swung his great axe and grunted in response, “Understood.”
Shadow Chairman’s figure slowly faded into the shadows. Her only words were, “Clear the area in three minutes.”
Seeing this, Violet let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Almost instantly, the black vessels were burned by the blood, which was charged with the World’s Essence, sending up plumes of white steam.
“I must hold No. 53 Restricted Zone until Master returns,” she muttered, glancing out of the hall.
Flesh Temple Lord released [Boundless Blood Sea], helping Sky-Shattering Chieftain while simultaneously corroding the black blood vessels on the ground.
Over at Black Abyss Canyon, Origin Devourer’s Black Hole Domain shrank again, preparing to coordinate with Bar’s attack and completely swallow Logan.
He had just used his first Save Point. Only one final Safe Room state Save Point remained. I must complete the first repair within a few days, or the DNA disintegration will be irreversible, he thought grimly.
The chain scraped his scalp, slicing off a clump of hair. The moment the hair touched the chain, it turned to ash.
He yanked the stone out and threw it on the ground. The stone was instantly shredded into dust by the spatial turbulence.
He quickly scanned the surroundings. The cave stretched far back, and the walls on both sides were covered in fine scratches—the marks of passing space cracks, providing natural cover.
The burning pain drilled deeper into his marrow, making him grit his teeth. “Damn, the remaining one Save Point is my last trump card.”
Logan clenched his jaw and silently whispered, “Read.”
But the next second, his mind suddenly went blank.
He tried hard to recall how he found this cave, but only vague gray fragments remained. He couldn’t remember the specific path.
He couldn’t remember the taste of that soup, nor what Violet had said to him at the time.
The scar had crawled up another inch, now on the inner side of his wrist, glowing hot.
He tried to recall Violet’s face. Her outline was clear, but the color of her eyes seemed a bit blurry. His heart skipped a beat. He knew his memories were fading faster than he had imagined.
He could clearly feel his five-stranded DNA trembling. The cracks had torn open another gash, and the disintegration was accelerating.
Every time he rewound, his DNA cracks worsened permanently, and memories slipped away like fine sand. If he used his last Save Point, the cracks would get even worse, and his memories would fade so much he wouldn’t recognize the people standing right in front of him.
He decided not to force a breakthrough anymore. Instead, he began studying the fluctuating Space Rules around him.
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