Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 410: Violet’s Last Card Is Used Up!
Chapter 410: Chapter 410: Violet’s Last Card Is Used Up!
The pressure from both sides clashed in the void, widening the cracks in the surrounding space. Even the volcanic rock beneath their feet began to shatter.
When Logan heard the words “Outsider Arbiter,” the remaining Truth Marks deep within his Nine-Spiral Core suddenly surged violently.
The golden scar patterns on it flashed wildly at the intersection of the Creation and Gene Devour chains, trying to force his body to refuse.
The Observer No. 1 sees the Ancient Tribunal as his sole possession. He absolutely will not let Logan defect to another Observer faction.
Logan’s pupils shrank instantly. The golden scar under the skin of his left arm surfaced immediately, burning as hot as a red iron. Even his bones ached.
He immediately called upon all the faith energy from his Nine Realms. The golden faith energy wrapped around the surging Truth Marks, forcing them back deep into the gene chain against their will.
Pale golden blood poured from the corner of his mouth. The golden scar on his left arm flickered once, then quickly hid back under the skin. His body shook for three seconds before finally stabilizing.
That suppression had drained nearly twenty percent of his faith energy. Fortunately, he had been saving up reserves; otherwise, this blow would have hurt him badly.
Not far away,
Observer No. 3 stared fixedly at The-7th Observer. The space chains around his body vibrated wildly, yet he dared not tear things completely open with The-7th Observer.
The internal balance of factions within the Ancient Tribunal was already too fragile. If a real fight broke out, it would be a mutual destruction that would let The Observer No. 1 take advantage of the situation.
He let out a cold snort, withdrew his space chains, and spoke with an icy, unmistakable threat: “Don’t get cocky. In twenty-four hours, ten Demigods will crush you into dust.”
“No matter where you hide, the Erasure Protocol will hunt you down until the end!”
As his voice faded, his figure vanished into a spatial rift.
Just before leaving, he clashed once more with The-7th Observer’s pressure, widening the void cracks another circle.
Seeing that Observer No. 3 had retreated, the three Demigod vanguard dared not stay. They immediately turned and fled to the camp ten kilometers away, waiting for further orders.
Logan withdrew his projection of the Nine Realms, leaned on the Blade of Time, and knelt on one knee. His chest heaved heavily as pale golden blood dripped from his jawline onto the volcanic rock.
Violet rushed over quickly. She didn’t try to help him up. Instead, she slammed the Staff of Creation into the ground. Emerald light flowed out, forming a barrier that temporarily blocked the shockwaves. In a cold voice, she asked, “Can you stand?”
Logan wiped the blood from his hand, used the Blade of Time for support, and rose to his feet. “Yes.”
Looking inward at his Nine-Spiral Core, he confirmed that the cracks in the Time Rule gene chain remained critical. The Time Anchor was still sealed, and the power to rewind was completely useless.
Realizing this, Logan gave a self-mocking smile: “Looks like I have to face all the coming crises alone. There will be no room for mistakes.”
Just then, Violet walked over to Logan and opened her palm, revealing the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor. It was now completely dim and useless.
Cracks ran all the way from the tip to the root of the horn. It was so light it felt like an ordinary stone, and a gentle shake would make it rattle with faint, broken sounds inside.
Clearly, the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor had become an empty shell. It could no longer activate its self-destruct mode.
At that moment, Violet looked inside to check her cultivation stage. She noticed her aura had weakened even further, and her expression immediately changed.
She gripped the Staff of Creation tighter with one hand while scanning her body’s energy. In reality, she had already dropped to 47-star, though she still maintained the intimidating pressure of a 48 star externally.
Before leaving, The-7th Observer had left behind a small emerald light mark. It drifted to Logan’s forehead and faded into his skin.
He ordered Logan to “repair” the dimension cores of Restricted Zone No. 47 and Restricted Zone No. 32 within 30 days, claiming this was the duty of an Outsider Arbiter.
However, Logan knew clearly in his heart that this was just a test of his ability to swallow dimensions.
Thinking about the timing…
The 20-day incubation period mentioned by The Observer No. 1 had already passed 8 days, leaving only 12 days left.
The 24-hour ultimatum issued by Observer No. 3 had passed one-third of the way, leaving 16 hours remaining.
Three countdowns were now overlapping, crushing the air and making it hard to breathe.
Just then, Green Vine’s remote mind link suddenly connected. Her voice trembled, and in the background, Kane could be heard making unconscious groans.
“Lord Logan! Kane’s Truth Mark Resonance rate has already jumped to 60%!”
“The golden scar on his left arm has expanded to the size of a coin. Just now, he dug his fingers into the mattress until his nails broke. He kept muttering, ’Don’t come in’.”
“I’ve noticed that the ’Truth-ification’ process of Lord Kane’s body is accelerating. He is expected to enter the irreversible stage within 48 hours, becoming completely assimilated into The Observer No. 1’s puppets.”
Hearing this, Logan’s pupils shrank instantly. “It was only a 5% sprout before, and now it’s already reached 60%?”
The thought of Kane being the direct apprentice of Observer No. 9, with 30% of the Destruction Rule’s essence within him, made the situation even worse.
If he really became a puppet controlled by the Truth Mark, his combat power would be stronger than the combined might of the three Demigod vanguards.
“Damn it, time is running out!” Logan cursed fiercely.
Hearing about Kane’s condition, Moragas lowered his head even further.
He had dealt with Kane before and knew how terrifying the Destruction Rule was. If Kane truly became a puppet, the entire No. 53 Restricted Zone wouldn’t be enough for him to tear apart.
Logan pushed himself up using the Blade of Time and looked toward the direction of No. 47 Restricted Zone.
He had to deal with the dimension cores of both Restricted Zones during this 24-hour truce. Otherwise, once the ten Demigod Arbiters arrived, he wouldn’t have a free hand.
Standing beside him, Violet held the empty shell of the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor. Her golden vertical eyes stared toward the direction of Restricted Zone No. 1. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the half-page fragment of a contract kept close to her body.
She felt there were still secrets hidden within the contract, secrets about The Observer No. 1, about Observer No. 9, and about the true nature of the whole Lost World.
The wind picked up volcanic ash from the ground, settling on both their shoulders. With every tick of the 16-hour countdown, the air around them grew colder.
Finally, gathering her courage, Moragas looked up just as he caught Logan’s gaze. He immediately dropped to one knee and spoke in a hoarse voice: “Logan, nine out of ten of my bone dragons were lost right here. I didn’t slack off.”
Logan nodded. Instead of blaming him, he tossed him a bottle of soul-repairing medicine brewed by Clea. “Hold the west flank. Survive the 24 hours, and I will replenish your bone dragons with a brand-new legion.”
Moragas caught the medicine. The stone in his heart finally settled. His hands trembled as he gripped the bottle tight.
He had lived for thousands of years, yet he had never met a leader like Logan. Any lingering resentment he’d felt from being used as bait had now completely vanished.
Violet gazed at the Demigod camp ten kilometers away, gripping the Staff of Creation tight.
She knew the next 16 hours would be brutal, but she had to hold the line until Logan returned after handling the two cores.
It didn’t matter if her Horn was empty. She still held the authority of the Acting Steward, the loyal defenders of the entire No. 53 Restricted Zone, and a contract bound to her very soul.
“I can still ease my Master’s burdens!”
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The wind swept volcanic ash across the temple eaves, deepening the cracks in the defensive light barrier.
From behind the temple, the sound of the Sky-Shattering Chieftain leading his troops to reinforce the defenses echoed…
The Flesh Temple Lord had already deployed three layers of flesh traps along the western city walls, backed by an army of puppets…
The Shadow Chairman’s assassination squad had hidden themselves within the scattered rocks nearby…
Logan gave Violet one last look at her pale, determined face, nodded to her, and then turned away. Transforming into a silver streak, he sped off toward the No. 47 Restricted Zone.
He didn’t have much time left.
He had to consume the cores of two dimensions within 16 hours to firmly stabilize the Twelve Realms.
Only then would he have the strength to face the coming ten Demigods and counter The Observer No. 1, who waited in the shadows.
The silver figure quickly disappeared into the ash-filled sky, leaving behind only a faint ripple in space that slowly faded into the wind.
Logan had consciously suppressed the pressure of his Nine-Spiral Core, keeping even the space disturbances to a minimum.
The 16-hour truce had just begun. Only one hour had passed.
The three Demigod vanguard had scouts patrolling just five kilometers away.
He needed to avoid all surveillance and infiltrate the underground of the No. 47 Restricted Zone silently.
Blasts of hot volcanic ash stung his face. His fingers unconsciously rubbed against the golden scar on his left arm, where the burning pain from suppressing the Truth Mark still lingered.
He had calculated the time: he would need to complete the consumption of both cores within the next 8 hours.
That left him 7 hours to rush back to the front lines and set up defenses.
If he even a step late, the ten Demigod Arbiters would be at his doorstep.
The surface of the No. 47 Restricted Zone still bore the scars of his previous battle with the Origin Devourer.
A network of canyons stretched a kilometer deep. The black volcanic rock had been corroded by the Devouring Rule, leaving it pitted and broken, while the air itself carried a faint scent of blood.
Following the coordinates he had marked earlier, Logan sank deeper, reaching 3,000 meters underground.
He passed through three layers of Phase Folding traps he had previously set, then broke through a thin, nearly invisible spatial seal. Finally, the silver-gray Dimension Core, a hundred meters in diameter, came into view.
The Core hovered in the hollow underground cave. Fine spatial patterns flowed across its surface, radiating a cold that bit into the bones. The surrounding rocks were frozen into semi-transparent ice crystals.
Logan activated his Data Eye to scan the Core’s surface, and his brows immediately furrowed.
The Core’s surface was covered with the distinctive golden Truth Mark patterns unique to The Observer No. 1. Like a spiderweb, they wrapped around the entire Core, identical to the scar patterns on Logan’s left arm.
Clearly, this was a trap bait prepared by The Observer No. 1.
If Logan simply tried to consume it, the remote reaping program would trigger. The Observer No. 1 could then use the consumption channel to directly drain Logan’s Nine-Spiral essence.
A fuzzy fragment of memory surfaced in his mind. It seemed Cassandra had warned him about something regarding dimension consumption before.
But he couldn’t recall the details. Was it because he had lost memories during the three previous saves at the Save Point?
Logan rubbed his chin, sensing a faint emerald rule fluctuation in the high sky.
He knew this was The-7th Observer spying remotely, wanting to confirm the process of Logan “repairing” the dimension core.
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