Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 413: Encountering Iron-Bone, Truth Messenger?
Chapter 413: Chapter 413: Encountering Iron-Bone, Truth Messenger?
Just as he was about to send a message to Violet, he sensed Observer No. 3’s spatial detection sweeping back over him. This time, they had finally locked onto his location.
“You damn fool!” Observer No. 3’s furious voice roared through space. “You dare swallow a Planar Core? That is a capital crime!”
“Logan, you’re done for! The Ancient Tribunal’s Purge Protocol is launching immediately. Soon, ten Arbiters will hunt you to the ends of the earth!”
Logan gripped his Dual Blades of Life and Death until his knuckles turned white.
He had swallowed both Planar Cores and stabilized the Twelve Realms, but the situation was far from good.
His DNA cracks were still at the breaking point, and his Truth Mark fusion rate had hit 80%. Any moment, it could explode.
On top of that, Violet’s cultivation had dropped to 45 stars, and the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor was reduced to dust. Logan now had to face a dozen Demigods and at least two Observers.
Thinking this, Logan took a deep breath and rushed through the space channel toward No. 53 Restricted Zone.
He had to return immediately to secure the defense line, or Violet wouldn’t last.
Six hours later.
Logan landed at the entrance of the Temple of Destruction. Violet was standing on the steps, leaning against her Staff of Creation.
The wind whipped her golden hair, revealing her pale, thin profile.
Her fingers were empty where the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor used to be. Now, only faint traces of golden dust remained, scattered away by the wind.
Logan’s throat tightened. He didn’t mention the horn. Instead, he raised his hand to open the communication channel, transferring the territorial management rights of Restricted Zone No. 47 and No. 32 to the Supervisory Council of the Human Alliance under Natalia.
“The Planar Core is mine, but the land belongs to humanity. From now on, Natalia, you’ll oversee civil affairs and defense for both restricted zones.”
Natalia received the authority instantly.
Stunned by suddenly getting such a vast territory, her voice trembled with excitement and hesitation: “Authority received. I’ll deploy Federation troops immediately to take over. The defense line will be ready in three days.”
“However,” she added tentatively, “our sensors detected rule mineral veins deep underground in both zones. How should we divide the divine crystals they produce?”
“The divine crystals from those mineral veins are needed to maintain the stability of the restricted zones,” Logan said, his tone light but hard as steel. “I’ve already swallowed the Planar Cores. If you start mining the crystals now, the entire plane will collapse.”
He paused, then added with absolute authority: “So, mining the mineral veins or the divine crystals is strictly forbidden. Anyone caught doing it will be charged with treason.”
Natalia agreed immediately, daring not to object even a fraction.
She could clearly sense that Logan’s power had now brushed against the threshold of a Super-Demigod.
Let alone mining mineral veins, if Logan wanted to take over the entire Human Alliance, she wouldn’t dare complain.
Logan nodded. He temporarily handed the administrative rights of the two zones to Violet, to be formally transferred once Natalia’s people arrived.
Just as he finished the transfer, chaos erupted below.
Remnants of the Iron-Bone Grand Elder’s faction—over a dozen Ancient Beast Clan traitors around the 38-star mark—blocked the temple entrance.
The scarred-faced Saint at their head pointed at Violet and shouted: “The Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor is shattered! You aren’t qualified to lead us anymore! Get off the stage!”
The surrounding Ancient Beast Clan soldiers joined in, their arrogance growing now that Violet had lost her symbol of authority.
Violet remained expressionless. She raised her right hand, holding the Staff of Creation Logan had left her. Emerald-green Creation Rule energy surged up the staff. Her 45-star pressure flooded out, crushing the traitors instantly.
“Creation Prison!”
The emerald energy instantly enveloped the rebels. The scarred Saint’s knee bones shattered instantly with a sickening crunch, and he fell to his knees, the sound of his breaking bones clearly audible.
The other traitors were forced to their knees as well, too weak to lift their heads. Their bones creaked and popped under the immense pressure, moments away from being crushed into meat paste.
Violet’s voice was cold, dripping with the authority of a temporary ruler: “Without the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor, I still hold the authority of the Creation Rule granted by my Master. Anyone who dares to question me will be executed!”
The scarred Saint’s face twisted in agony. He never expected Logan to willingly share a portion of his power with Violet.
Desperate to save his life, he began bowing his head frantically. “We were wrong! We pledge obedience to the Temporary Ruler!”
Seeing this, the other traitors immediately dropped to their knees, begging for mercy. No one dared to speak another word.
Logan stood nearby. For a moment, his gaze softened watching Violet calmly quell the rebellion, but it quickly hardened again.
He still needed to set up defenses on the outer perimeter, so he had to leave the temple matters to Violet. Fortunately, sharing a portion of the rule authority gave Violet the ability to defend herself.
Before leaving, Logan walked over to Violet and patted her shoulder, transferring a small wisp of Creation Rule energy into her. “Hold on. I’ll be back soon.”
Violet nodded, watching his figure vanish into the space channel before gripping her Staff of Creation tighter.
Just then, an urgent report from Green Vine came through.
Violet rushed to the side room, throwing open the door. She was immediately hit by a wave of scorching heat.
Kane’s two-meter Demigod body lay in bed, wrapped in emerald-green healing vines. His old chest wound had already healed.
But beneath the skin of his left arm, golden veins pulsed like living creatures, spreading across the entire limb. Fine cracks were already creeping up onto his shoulder.
Unconsciously, his fingers clawed at the mattress, breaking three fingernails. Golden blood oozed from his fingertips as he repeatedly muttered indistinct phrases: “Don’t come in… Get out… Kill me…”
Green Vine stood by the bed, holding an emerald-colored scanning light, her fingers trembling. “The Resonance rate has hit 90%!”
“Golden scars cover his whole left arm. His body temperature exceeds 200 degrees Celsius. His Truthfication process is accelerating. He will be fully transformed into a puppet vessel for The Observer No. 1 within 12 hours!”
Violet stepped to the bedside and touched Kane’s left arm. The moment her skin made contact, she jerked back, a blister instantly forming on her fingertips from the intense heat.
She could clearly feel the golden rule fluctuations inside Kane’s Soul Sea. It was identical to Logan’s Truth Mark, even more active.
It was clear: Kane was the backup vessel prepared by The Observer No. 1. If Logan’s hatching process failed, Kane was meant to take his place.
Cold sweat instantly drenched Violet’s back, her fingernails digging into her palms until pale golden blood seeped out.
Twelve hours.
It was right in the middle of The Observer No. 1’s 15-day countdown and Violet’s own 15-day countdown.
If Kane truly became a puppet, the first thing destroyed would be the defense line of No. 53 Restricted Zone.
“Use the life energy of death row prisoners to seal Kane. Slow down the transformation. Make it last as long as possible,” Violet ordered, her voice cold. “If he shows any sign of waking up, execute him immediately. Do not hold back!”
Green Vine nodded immediately. She concentrated emerald-colored Life-Sealing runes at her fingertips and pressed them one by one onto Kane’s left arm.
Where the golden veins touched the green runes, a sizzling sound of corrosion echoed, temporarily slowing their spread.
Violet watched for a moment, confirming the seal was temporarily effective. Then she turned and left the side room, heading to Iron-Bone’s quarters to clean up the remaining forces.
Earlier, she had only found half a fragment of a contract. She felt Iron-Bone must have hidden something else, so today, she decided to search thoroughly.
Iron-Bone’s quarters were in the northwest corner of the Temple of Destruction. The third floor underground was his private sanctuary, which they hadn’t had time to search in detail during the previous rebellion suppression.
Violet descended to the third floor, her fingertips covered in a thin layer of Creation Rule. She tapped the rock walls one by one, listening for hollow sounds.
When she reached the northwest wall, it echoed with a hollow sound. Behind it was a secret compartment.
She pressed her fingertips hard against the rock. With a click, the wall opened, revealing a black obsidian box.
The box was carved with The Observer No. 1’s Truth Mark patterns, identical to the seal on the fragment Logan had shown her earlier.
Violet bit her fingertip and dripped a drop of her royal golden blood onto the lock. It clicked open instantly.
Inside lay the complete [Truth Messenger] contract.
The edges of the parchment were riddled with holes from insect bites, feeling dry and brittle to the touch.
The bloodstained handprint left by Iron-Bone a thousand years ago was still clearly visible, a dark red ink staining the signature area.
The date matched Logan’s birth year perfectly, just a few days apart.
Violet read every word, her heart racing. Her grip tightened until her fingernails dug into the wounds on her palms, letting golden drops of blood fall onto the parchment. The blood hissed as it corroded the paper.
The contract stated clearly: The Observer No. 1 was not an original native god of the Lost World. He was a traveler from another plane who had arrived thirty thousand years ago.
He maintained his immortality by swallowing Planar Cores. So far, he had consumed 128 alternate planes. The No. 1 Restricted Zone was not a Tribunal Core, it was a graveyard of planes, filled with the fragments of those 128 destroyed worlds.
The two clauses in the appendix made her blood run cold.
The first clause stated that The Observer No. 1 was devouring the rule essence of the Ancient Tribunal’s 2nd through 8th Observers, turning them into his puppets.
The only exception was Observer No. 9. Because he had wounded Origin Devourer’s throat during the sealing of the ancient entity, leaving a golden scar, he was marked for hate by The Observer No. 1. Now imprisoned in the Creation Temple of Restricted Zone No. 1, he was the only one who knew the method to fight back against the inter-dimensional traveler.
The second clause revealed that The Observer No. 1 could enslave soul fragments of the dead to serve as Truth Messengers. These soul fragments retained their memories from when they were alive, but they possessed no free will, completely controlled by the Truth Mark.
Reading this, Violet’s heart skipped a beat.
From the moment Logan was born, The Observer No. 1 had targeted him. Every encounter he’d faced over the years was part of a carefully planned trap.
As her fingertip traced the words “[soul fragment enslavement],” a sudden realization struck her. She thought back to the familiar soul wave she had sensed while clearing the underground tunnels.
It wasn’t an illusion. Iron-Bone’s soul fragments had already been controlled by The Observer No. 1. They could come after them at any moment.
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