Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 414: The Ancient Tribunal Splits!
Chapter 414: Chapter 414: The Ancient Tribunal Splits!
Violet tucked the contract close to her chest. Just as she turned to leave, heavy war drums began to boom outside the temple.
At that moment, a frantic report came from Sky-Shattering Chieftain: “Your Highness Violet! Ten Demigod-stage Arbiters have reached ten kilometers out. Observer No. 3’s pressure is coming with them!”
Gripping her Staff of Creation, Violet turned and walked toward the temple entrance.
The contents of the contract were too shocking. She had to pass the news to Logan immediately, but he was currently on defense duty. The space interference blocked all communication, she couldn’t reach him.
Standing at the temple gate, she watched ten beams of different colored *rule-lights* rise in the distance, ten kilometers away. Her finger wounds were still bleeding. Every second she delayed increased the risk of the defense line collapsing.
Green Vine’s second urgent message arrived, her voice trembling with tears: “Your Highness! Lord Kane’s seal is failing! The golden patterns have reached his neck!”
Violet clenched her teeth and ordered a full-power activation of the three-layered defense array.
A pale golden light curtain rose from the temple roof, blocking the oncoming pressure from the Demigods.
She lacked the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor. Her cultivation was only at 45 stars. She held only her Staff of Creation and one bow.
She had to hold the line, stall Kane’s Truthfication, and find a way to send the contract’s contents to Logan.
Realizing this, she felt a cold calm settle over her.
Wind swept up volcanic ash from the ground, blowing against her pale face. The pressure from the distant Demigods grew stronger, pressing down on her chest until she struggled to breathe.
Yet, leaning on her Staff of Creation, she stood tall, not retreating a single step.
She had promised to hold on until he returned. She would keep that promise.
Moragas flew his remaining thirty bone dragons back to the city walls. Enveloped in gray-white soul mist, the *bone dragons* let out a threatening roar toward the distant Demigod camp.
He looked at Violet’s back, standing at the center of the formation. His previous shame mixed with his current awe. His veins bulged in his hand as he gripped his *soul staff*.
He had lived for thousands of years, yet he had never seen anyone fight this hard, not even caring about their own life, just waiting for one person to return.
Moragas knelt before Violet’s back, his voice rough but firm: “Your subject will fight to the death and never retreat!”
The wind carried his words across the front line. All the defenders roared back in unison: “Fight to the death! Never retreat!”
A faint smile touched Violet’s lips. Her fingers tightened around the shaft of her Staff of Creation.
“I will not lose.”
“At the very least, I won’t lose before he returns.”
By the time Logan rushed back to the Observer Outpost in No. 46 Restricted Zone, dusk had already fallen.
The stone walls of the outpost’s secret chamber were covered in pale golden Time Rule runes left by Cassandra earlier. They could slightly block The Observer No. 1’s mind probes.
Logan sat cross-legged on the cold obsidian platform. Holding a silver Rule Fragment of Time between his fingers, he looked inward to check the status of the Twelve Realms. “Current world source energy is stable. The twelve main stars are rotating slowly along their fixed orbits. Everything looks normal.”
Just then, Clea walked in carrying a bowl of emerald-green Life Potion. Seeing the cold sweat on Logan’s forehead, she immediately set the potion down and moved to the side of the stone platform.
She wove Life Rules into a thousand emerald threads, wrapping them around Logan’s wrists. The threads traced his veins, stabilizing the DNA cracks at his Level 10 critical limit to prevent them from worsening due to energy fluctuations.
“You just devoured two Planar Cores,” Clea said, her voice laced with worry. “Your body is still in the adjustment phase. I suggest you rest for half a day before moving out. There should still be enough time.”
Logan shook his head. Pointing his finger toward the Space Main Star in the Twelve Realms, he said, “The silver-grey runes on the Surface of the Space Main Star are trembling at a very slow frequency. They are resonating subtly with the Space Rule in the far distance, No. 1 Restricted Zone.”
“This Resonance is weak and easy to miss, but it creates a loophole for The Observer No. 1 to remotely locate the familiar world’s coordinates. It must be cut off immediately.”
Saying this, he formed a hand seal. His 108-star Creation Rules transformed into warm, green light, flowing from his fingertips into his consciousness and landing on the surface of the Space Main Star.
Only by refining the rune arrangement of the Space Main Star could he completely sever the Resonance.
As soon as the refinement began, the runes on the Surface of the Space Main Star vibrated violently.
A storm of silver-grey rules exploded from the surface of the Space Main Star, spreading from the consciousness into the entire Twelve Realms.
The spatial structure of the familiar world began to fold randomly.
Volcanic clusters on the main star’s surface let out a heavy, muffled roar.
Logan grunted in pain, spitting up pale golden blood from his mouth. Clenching the Blade of Time at his waist, he forced himself to stabilize the refinement process.
The silver light of the Blade of Time flashed for a moment before dimming again.
Currently, his Time Rule gene chain was still unrepaired. He couldn’t use his rewind ability and had to take the full impact of the storm.
Soon, his DNA cracks surged briefly to Level 10.2 due to the energy fluctuations.
Clea’s emerald threads immediately wrapped around the cracks, using Life Rules to stop their expansion. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead as well.
“How much longer will the refinement take?” Clea gritted her teeth. Her output of Life Rules had already hit its limit.
“At most ten minutes. Hold on,” Logan said, his knuckles turning white. The golden scar on his fingertips felt hot and burning.
The Observer No. 1’s Truth Mark tried to surface amidst the rule fluctuations, but Logan suppressed it with his faith energy.
Ten minutes later, he opened his eyes, took the Life Potion Clea offered, and downed it in one gulp.
The icy potion slid down his throat, slightly easing the pain of his DNA cracks and stabilizing them back at the Level 10 critical limit.
“The Resonance is cut,” Logan said, standing up. He flicked the bloodstains from his hem. “Now, as long as we keep the Twelve Realms stable, even if The Observer No. 1 comes personally, he won’t be able to locate the familiar world’s coordinates.”
“Clea, stay here to guard Cassandra. If there’s any disturbance, send a message immediately.”
Clea nodded, handing him three spare bottles of Life Potion. “Be careful. Violet’s pressure fluctuations are getting weaker and weaker. It seems she’s struggling to hold on.”
Logan’s eyes darkened. He turned and stepped out of the outpost. A silver spatial rift opened before him, leading directly to No. 53 Restricted Zone.
At the same moment, in No. 53 Restricted Zone.
Violet, accompanied by Sky-Shattering Chieftain and Flesh Temple Lord, was clearing the underground tunnels leading to No. 1 Restricted Zone.
This ancient passage had been abandoned for thousands of years. Black-green moss covered the rocky walls, and the air smelled damp and rotten. It was exactly the kind of place where enemies would sneak up on you from behind.
Violet held her Staff of Creation in her right hand and placed her left hand on the wall, sensing the rule fluctuations inside the tunnel. She carefully spread her 45-star pressure, leading the way at the front of the group.
During the earlier cleanup of the Iron-Bone remnants, she had sensed a familiar soul wave deep in the tunnel. Now, with ten Demigods closing in, she knew she had to eliminate this hidden threat.
As they reached the middle of the passage, the black-red blood stains on the ground suddenly began to move.
The blood quickly coalesced into a twisted, semi-transparent human shape. It was wrapped in fine, dense golden Truth Mark patterns. It was the Iron-Bone Grand Elder, who had been dead for months.
His soul had been enslaved by The Observer No. 1, turned into a Truth Messenger without free will. He only possessed his past memories and combat instincts, perfectly matching the “[soul fragments Eternity Service]” clause in the contract.
“Hand over… Logan’s coordinates…” The Iron-Bone soul fragments’ voice sounded like rusty metal grinding together. It was broken, intermittent, and pierced the air with a screech.
A false pressure of 48 stars erupted from his body. The entire tunnel shook violently, and loose rocks rained down from the walls.
He was about to trigger a Self-Destruct of his soul to contaminate the whole underground tunnel, exposing Violet and Logan’s soul contract link coordinates to The Observer No. 1.
Violet instinctively raised her left hand, mimicking the motion of holding the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor high. It was a habit from her past crises.
But as she lifted it, she realized. The horn had long since shattered into dust. Her fingers were empty, feeling nothing but cold air.
The golden pupils of the Iron-Bone soul fragments scanned her fingertips. Detecting that the energy of the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor had completely vanished, he froze for 0.5 seconds.
His preset Self-Destruct contamination program was designed specifically for the energy fluctuations of the horn. Without the horn, the program stuttered for a moment.
Violet seized this 0.5-second window. Channeling her full 45-star power, the green light of her Staff of Creation flared brightly.
“Creation Prison!”
Green rule energy instantly wrapped around the Iron-Bone soul fragments, locking him firmly inside a semi-transparent cage.
Violet pulled back the string of her Bow of Destruction with her left hand. A black Destruction Rule arrow formed on the string, then shot forward, piercing the core golden mark in the soul fragments’ chest.
“Bang!”
The Iron-Bone soul fragments let out a sharp scream. His entire body shattered into tiny golden sparks and dissolved into the air, leaving not a single scrap behind.
The moment the battle ended, a surge of chaos washed through Violet’s core. The full release of power had drained her remaining reserve. Her cultivation dropped instantly from 45 stars to 42 stars.
After this fight, she could feel that her body had reached its absolute limit.
Violet leaned on her Staff of Creation, kneeling half-up, her chest heaving violently.
Sky-Shattering Chieftain stepped forward to help her, but she waved him off.
She opened her palm. The last trace of gold dust from the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor, which had been stuck in her fingers, had completely crumbled into fine powder due to the energy surge.
The wind blew in from the tunnel entrance, sweeping the powder away until nothing was left. Her fingertips held no warmth at all.
Violet looked at her empty palm, knowing for sure that she now had no more tricks up her sleeve.
“Back to the temple,” Violet said, her voice hoarse as she pushed herself up with the Staff of Creation. “Activate the defense ring at its highest mode. Burn the ley line’s core. Under no orders of mine is anyone allowed to leave the defense line.”
Sky-Shattering Chieftain and Flesh Temple Lord nodded immediately. They supported her as they walked toward the tunnel exit.
By the time they reached the temple entrance, Violet looked up at the distant horizon. The ten rule-lights of the Demigod-stage Arbiters were clearly visible now, only five kilometers from the defense line.
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