Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 399: I Got the Sixth Divine Rule!
Chapter 399: Chapter 399: I Got the Sixth Divine Rule!
The moment Logan projected the Ten Realms, the space around him began to shake. A heavy pressure weighed down on his chest, like a giant boulder crushing his ribs. He nearly spat up blood.
Gritting his teeth, he forced the energy back, but he sensed Bar’s attack coming immediately.
Just as the vast virtual universe projection had barely opened half a meter, Bar, far away, sensed the energy spike.
Bar pointed a finger toward the cave, and golden threads of space lit up at his fingertip.
“Space Cut!”
The golden threads instantly spanned the huge distance, slicing straight through Logan’s left shoulder.
A deep wound, visible down to the bone, appeared. Silver-gray space rust began to crawl from the injury toward his heart.
Even as the shoulder was cut open, Logan could feel the rust gnawing at his bones. Cold sweat broke out instantly, soaking the back of his shirt.
Blood gushed out like a spring. Golden blood flowed endlessly from the wound.
Logan grunted in pain, abruptly cutting off his attack. He took two steps back, pressing himself against the rock wall, and used Creation Rules to temporarily seal the wound.
He knew a direct breakthrough was impossible.
Bar’s mastery of Space Rule was far beyond his expectations. Inside the seamless spatial lock, his Space Ability was suppressed by more than half.
Meanwhile, at the No. 46 Restricted Zone outpost:
Blind Prophet [Cassandra] sat cross-legged on a stone platform in the center of the hall. The pale golden prophecy mark on his brow suddenly grew blazingly hot.
He coughed twice, a trickle of golden blood escaping the corner of his mouth. His right hand gripped half of a staff of prophecy, while his left pressed hard against a wound on his chest.
He could clearly feel Logan’s crisis in the canyon. The Truth Mark was accelerating its erosion of Logan’s DNA.
Beside him, Clea, dressed in a green-patterned robe, rushed forward and grabbed his shoulder. “Your foundation is already damaged. If you burn more, you’ll lose your rank permanently. You can’t hold on!”
Blind Prophet [Cassandra] shook his head, his fingertip’s golden light growing brighter. “Three seconds… just three seconds…”
Coughing, he splattered phlegm mixed with blood onto his gray robe. “If he dies… we all must perish with him…”
The blood splashed on the gray robe, instantly corroding a hole through the fabric to reveal cracked skin beneath. Golden patterns crawled all over his skin—side effects from burning his foundation.
Ignoring the obstruction, Cassandra forced his foundation to burn. Golden runes on the staff of prophecy flared to life.
The skin on his fingers cracked visibly and fast. Golden blood seeped out, and his golden hair at the temples turned white from the tips down to the roots.
His hair turned white rapidly, almost at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than three seconds, it was all white. Deep wrinkles suddenly appeared on his face, making him look decades older in an instant.
A pale golden ripple emanated from the prophecy mark on his brow. It pierced through the Lost World’s spatial barrier and cut through the seamless spatial lock of Black Abyss Canyon, landing precisely on the Truth Mark inside Logan’s body.
The Truth Mark’s activity was temporarily suppressed. For three seconds, it would stop eroding and couldn’t be remotely controlled by The Observer No. 1.
Through the mind link, Blind Prophet sent a warning to Logan.
“You’ve used the Save Point to rewind twice already. You can only use it one more time. After three uses, your memory will fade so much you won’t even recognize the people standing right beside you.”
“The Observer No. 1 has marked you as the perfect sacrifice. Don’t let the mark spread any further.”
The moment the message finished transmitting, Blind Prophet [Cassandra]’s presence plummeted instantly.
His body swayed unsteadily before collapsing into Clea’s arms.
She tapped his shoulder lightly and only then noticed that a massive amount of golden blood had already soaked through his back.
“Your foundation is already severely damaged, and what you just did caused permanent injury. Why bother?” Clea held him up, her hand on his shoulder trembling.
She could feel his foundation draining away rapidly, like a water bag with a hole in it that couldn’t be stopped: “The foundation is shattered. Unless he rests for half a year, he won’t wake up. And even if he does, his stage is unlikely to recover.”
Saying this, Clea lifted her gaze, looking utterly lost.
Before losing consciousness, Blind Prophet’s fingers still clutched his staff of prophecy tightly. His lips moved slightly, as if he was still whispering a warning not to let Logan use the third Save Point.
Standing nearby was Death Rules Master [Gray Bone], wearing a gray robe. Gray-white death energy at his cuffs pulsed like weak microwaves. He stared toward Black Abyss Canyon, his eyes filled with worry.
Their entire hope now rested on Logan. If Logan died, every retired Observer in the No. 46 Restricted Zone would be purged by the Ancient Tribunal.
Just as Logan finished receiving the warning, the three-second window where the Truth Mark was suppressed was active.
He wasted no time. His soul power surged to its limit as he quickly scanned the energy structure of the seamless spatial lock.
Pushing his soul power to the brink, Logan’s eyes began to burn, and the tears streaming down his face were pale gold.
Silver-gray rule veins danced in his vision. He stared at them for nearly a second before realizing there was a gap in one spot.
“There are no rule fluctuations in that gap. It’s exactly where the internal projection can slip through.”
Logan let out a sigh of relief, though the ache in his eyes grew worse.
He rubbed his eyes, and his fingertips came away stained with pale golden tears.
The silver-gray rule veins became clearly visible in his sight again, and he quickly spotted the flaw.
The logic of the seamless spatial lock only targeted cross-regional Space Teleport coordinates; it didn’t recognize internal rule projections at all.
In simple terms, it could block external teleportation, but it couldn’t block projections within the familiar world.
Logan quickly came up with a plan.
He intentionally maxed out the energy fluctuation of his spatial shield, mimicking the space-jump characteristics he had used when crossing the ancient passage. He also deliberately wobbled his body, acting as if he was out of breath and trying to force a breakthrough.
He projected the energy of his spatial shield outward. Golden light flared brightly, visible from far away, and he pretended to stumble, almost falling, only to steady himself by grabbing the rock wall.
The golden light from the spatial shield leaked out of the cave entrance, landing right within the sensory range of the Space-Ripper Crystal Bone.
Crystal Bone was a Space Rule Demigod, far more sensitive to space fluctuations than anyone else. He immediately sensed the anomaly.
“He’s trying to force a space jump! I’m going after him!” Crystal Bone shouted to Bar.
Before Bar could respond, Crystal Bone transformed into a transparent crystal form. Fine space cracks roamed over his surface as he shot toward the cave entrance.
Bar glanced at the barrier of the seamless spatial lock, confirmed that no teleport coordinates could break through the blockade, and nodded. He was sure that Crystal Bone tracking Logan alone posed no risk.
He believed Logan was already past his prime. Crystal Bone’s Space Ability would perfectly counter Logan inside the lock, making any accident impossible.
Crystal Bone sneered, his transparent face twisted in disdain. “Struggling this hard? Lord Bar is overthinking it. I’ll just come collect the corpse.”
Bar glanced at him coldly. “Be careful of a trap.”
“A mere 108-star can’t make waves?” Crystal Bone threw those words back, then turned into a streak of crystal light and plunged straight into the cave.
Logan leaned against the rock wall. Feeling Crystal Bone’s presence drawing closer, he quickly scanned the area outside the cave entrance.
He could feel Crystal Bone’s presence rushing closer. The wind already carried the icy scent of crystals from the Demigod.
Crystal Bone had already left the other eight Demigods far behind, slipping out of their real-time sensing range.
With only 0.5 seconds left before the Truth Mark suppression ended, Bar seemed to sense something was wrong. He raised his hand, preparing to unleash an attack that would cover the entire cave.
Logan’s right hand moved rapidly, forming a hand seal. Dark light from the Devouring Rule began to glow in his palm. The energy for the Ten Realms projection had reached its critical point.
He had to drag Crystal Bone into the familiar world’s home territory before the suppression failed and Bar’s attack landed.
Logan gripped his Blade of Time tightly until his knuckles turned white, waiting for Crystal Bone to enter the trap.
Crystal Bone was right in front of him. On his transparent crystal face, a vicious grin spread. He raised his hand, sending a slash of space cracks down toward Logan’s head.
The cracks scraped Logan’s cheek, stinging sharply. He could even see the pitch-black void within them.
The temperature in the cave dropped several degrees instantly. His breath turned into white fog.
Outside the cave, the silver-gray light grew brighter. Bar’s palm was already gathering Space Entropy energy.
Logan stared at Crystal Bone’s chest—the core of his Space Rule foundation. The Demigod’s heart was beating fast, but Logan wasn’t afraid; he was excited.
If he devoured Crystal Bone’s foundation, his own Space Rule would advance further, and he could tear the hole in the space lock even wider.
So, in the final 0.5 seconds of the suppression, Logan suddenly raised his right hand. The rule-light in his palm surged violently.
“Ten Realms Projection!”
A virtual universe spanning a kilometer in diameter instantly unfolded, replacing the reality of the entire cave.
Nine major stars orbited slowly around the central main star.
The Devouring Main Star and the Space Main Star stood on either side. Golden and silver rule threads wove into a dense net, covering every inch of space.
The humming of rule resonance shook the rock walls, causing rubble to fall. Stones rolled across the ground for two laps before being crushed into powder.
The space cracks Crystal Bone had just slashed hit the rule net and instantly disintegrated into tiny energy particles.
His space maze, which had taken half his energy to construct, hadn’t even fully formed before it was crushed by the crushing pressure of the world’s foundation. Not a single ripple of space energy escaped.
Crystal Bone’s transparent crystal body trembled violently. The fine space cracks on his surface became chaotic.
He realized he had been tricked. A high-pitched scream, like glass grinding against glass, tore from his throat as he tried to use dimension cutting to escape.
But the Space Main Star had already locked his coordinates. The space around him was completely solidified; he couldn’t even teleport.
The scream, loaded with Space Rule shockwaves, caused Logan’s eardrums to bleed. Yet Logan seemed to feel nothing. His left hand swung the Blade of Time forward.
“Time Anchoring!”
Silver chains landed precisely on Crystal Bone, freezing him in place for three seconds.
