Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 415: Ten Gods Appear! The Great War Begins!
Chapter 415: Chapter 415: Ten Gods Appear! The Great War Begins!
Moragas stood on the city wall, dragging his heavily wounded body. The moment he saw Violet’s pale face and her empty palm, he understood instantly: the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor was gone.
Before, he had felt a bit resentful for being tricked into being a decoy. But now, seeing Violet so unstable she could barely stand, his heart was filled only with awe.
He dropped to one knee, his voice rough. “I will take the remaining thirty bone dragons to hold the western defense line. I will fight to the death to block them.”
Violet didn’t speak, she just nodded. Gripping her Staff of Creation, she moved to the core position of the temple’s formation.
All she could do now was rely on the Dual Restricted Zone defense ring, burn the ley line’s core to buy time, and wait for Logan to arrive.
Every ounce of rules she poured into the formation made her presence weaker. The emptiness in her palm was a cruel reminder: time was running out.
The Ancient Tribunal’s main hall floated deep within the void.
The walls were built from 128 planes of rule crystals, freezing cold to the touch.
Observer No. 3 stood surrounded by hundreds of silver-grey spatial chains. The chains clattered together, emitting a screeching hum.
He slammed his hand onto the rule-stone table in front of him. The table instantly shattered into fine silver-grey particles.
“Logan has devoured the Planar Cores of the 47th and No. 32 Restricted Zones. His core is completely missing. He must be erased immediately!”
His voice trembled with furious rage, like ice shards hitting the ground. “The 24-hour ultimatum has less than six hours left. The ten Arbiters are already closing in. Now is the perfect time to strike!”
The 7th Observer sat opposite him, surrounded by warm green creation rules. He held a green rune between his fingers, his voice calm but sharp with defiance. “Logan has stabilized the boundaries of both Restricted Zones. There have been no large-scale planar collapses. He should be granted the status of Outsider Arbiter and added to the observation sequence.”
“Attacking him now will only damage the Tribunal’s strength and benefit those hiding in the shadows.”
The clash of their rule pressures collided in the center of the hall, exploding into a web of fine spatial cracks. The entire hall trembled slightly.
The 2nd and 8th Observers sat in the corners. Surrounded by golden patterns identical to The Observer No. 1’s, they looked like emotionless puppets. They remained silent throughout, clearly standing on Observer No. 3’s side.
Just as the deadlock seemed unbreakable, the soul fragments puppet of Observer No. 9, sitting in the deepest part of the hall, suddenly moved.
He was a semi-transparent soul form, surrounded by faint golden waves of creation rules. He was the remains of Observer No. 9 after being imprisoned, having been dormant until now.
“Logan… Creation Rules… Same source… Support…”
His voice was broken, yet it rang clearly throughout the entire hall.
Observer No. 3’s chains froze instantly. The whole court fell into dead silence.
Everyone knew Observer No. 9’s soul fragments had been dormant for three thousand years. He never expressed an opinion on any vote before. Now, for the first time, he was actively supporting Logan.
The Ancient Tribunal had officially split.
The Erasure Faction stood with Observer No. 3, including the 2nd and 8th Observers’ puppets, now fully controlled by The Observer No. 1.
The Observation Faction stood with The 7th Observer, including Observer No. 9’s soul fragments puppet.
Just then, a dusty golden prophecy mark in the corner of the hall suddenly lit up.
It was a warning seal Cassandra had left in the court years ago. Without any warning, it erupted in blinding golden light, broadcasting a frantic, fragmented warning pulse.
It had no consciousness, it was just a Prophecy Rule stamped inside that had finally been triggered.
“Internal conflict… The Observer No. 1… Gorging…”
The temperature in the hall dropped to freezing point in an instant.
Everyone knew what this warning meant.
The Observer No. 1 was secretly devouring their core essence. The more they fought amongst themselves, the easier it was for him to devour them.
Observer No. 3’s chains shook violently. Biting his teeth, he realized that going head-to-head with The-7th Observer now would only result in mutual destruction, truly benefiting The Observer No. 1.
He let out a cold snort, waved his sleeve, and shattered the glowing prophecy mark.
“Just wait,” he growled. “Once the ten Arbiters have flattened No. 53 Restricted Zone, let’s see how you can still protect him!”
With those words, his figure vanished into the rifts of space. The 2nd and 8th Observers disappeared with him. The hall was left with only The 7th Observer and the soul fragments puppet of Observer No. 9.
The 7th Observer looked at the 9th soul fragments. The green rune in his fingers flickered, and he let out a soft, heavy sigh. “I hope we didn’t make the wrong choice.”
At the exact same moment, above the outpost in No. 46 Restricted Zone.
Logan had just stepped out of the space tunnel. He immediately received an invitation to the Ancient Tribunal’s meeting.
Standing at the outpost entrance, Logan opened a projection of the Twelve Realms. A virtual universe with a diameter of a kilometer materialized behind him. The twelve main stars turned slowly, serving as a remote connection to the Tribunal.
He pulled up the surveillance footage of the two Restricted Zones, showing the “repaired” boundaries. The surface collapses had been filled in by creation rules, space fluctuations were stable, and there was no visible sign of a missing core.
“The boundaries of both Restricted Zones are now stable. There are no large-scale planar collapses,” Logan said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. “This meets the standards for the Outsider Arbiter.”
Observer No. 3’s silver-grey eyes scanned the footage. Suddenly, a cold smile crossed his face.
He drew upon the essence of his Space Rule, piercing through the monitor to sense the core locations of the two Restricted Zones. There was nothing there—a complete void with absolutely no fluctuations of energy.
“A hollow shell!” Observer No. 3’s voice was cold as ice. “He swallowed the core! Strike now, before The 7th Observer’s creation barrier solidifies!”
He raised his hand to tear through space and descend upon No. 53 Restricted Zone to erase Logan.
But instantly, green creation rules from The 7th Observer solidified into a thick barrier, blocking Observer No. 3’s attempt to tear space.
“Striking now would only let The Observer No. 1 win,” The 7th Observer said calmly. “The ten Arbiters have already arrived at the outskirts of No. 53 Restricted Zone. Violet is still holding out using the defense ring. If you descend now, Logan will fight to the death. The result will be mutual destruction, and The Observer No. 1 will benefit in the end.”
The two Demigod-stage Observers clashed on a spatial level. Above No. 46 Restricted Zone, a vortex of energy twisted silver-grey and emerald green together. Wild winds whipped debris into the sky, and even the air seemed to freeze under the crushing pressure of their presence.
Logan stood at the outpost entrance, his fingers tightening around the Blade of Time. The Grade 10 DNA cracks throbbed painfully under the impact of the opposing pressure.
He couldn’t use time reversal right now. If a real fight broke out, he could at best force a stalemate with Observer No. 3. That outcome would only benefit The Observer No. 1.
The standoff lasted three minutes. Finally, Observer No. 3 withdrew his spatial chains. “Hmph. The 24-hour ultimatum is about to expire. Let’s see how long you can protect him.”
His figure vanished completely into the void, and the emerald vortex dispersed with him.
Logan let out a sigh of relief. He was just about to head toward No. 53 Restricted Zone when Green Vine’s urgent report came through, filled with despair. “Lord Logan! Kane’s golden markings have reached his face. The seal can’t hold much longer. He will be fully Truthified in at most six hours!”
Logan’s face immediately darkened.
He turned and opened a projection of the Nine Realms, then shot toward No. 53 Restricted Zone. A silver streak tore through the night sky, moving so fast it left only a ghostly afterimage.
Meanwhile, in the Temple of Destruction within No. 53 Restricted Zone, Violet stood at the core position of the formation.
Her 42-star cultivation trembled violently under the combined pressure of the ten Demigods. A trace of pale gold blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Every breath she took made her chest ache.
She had considered offering to face them head-on. But looking down at her empty palm, remembering how the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor had completely vanished, she swallowed those words and said nothing.
She had no strength left to fight head-on. Going out now would be suicide. Her only option was to rely on the Dual Restricted Zone defense ring, burning the ley line’s core to buy time.
“Max out the defense ring. Burn the ley line,” Violet said. Her voice was hoarse, but firm.
A pale gold barrier rose from the temple roof, now three times thicker than before. Deep within the earth, molten golden fire surged toward the formation’s core, pouring into the ring. The surface of the barrier hummed with scorching heat.
Five kilometers away, the ten Demigod-stage Arbiters stood ready. Each commanded a different rule: Lightning, Frost, Earth, Soul, Devouring, Time, or Space. Ancient Tribunal’s silver-grey marks glowed around them.
At the same moment, they all raised their hands. Ten different rules overlapped and slammed into the barrier’s surface.
Boom!
The entire temple shuddered violently. Violet felt a crushing pain in her chest and coughed up a mouthful of pale gold blood. She skidded back three steps, only managing to steady herself by leaning heavily on her Staff of Creation.
On the city wall, Moragas led the remaining thirty bone dragons through the pressure, charging toward the western flank. A grey-white Soul Rule wrapped around the undead creatures, blocking the Demigod attacks from the west.
“I can still hold! Focus on the core!” Moragas’s voice came through their soul link, rough from his grave injuries yet firm.
His chest wound had burst open again. Grey-white soul blood dripped down his armor. Every swing of his soul staff tore at the wound until it went numb, yet he didn’t retreat an inch.
Sky-Shattering Chieftain and Flesh Temple Lord immediately ordered their soldiers to rush to the flanks on both sides.
Violet, leaning on her Staff of Creation, stood at the core, pouring her own creation rules into the defense ring nonstop.
Her cultivation kept dropping. Her 42-star pressure grew weaker with every second. With every tick of the 15-day countdown, her face turned a shade paler.
She could feel Logan heading this way, but the Demigods were already gathering for their second assault.
Fine cracks were spreading across the barrier’s surface. It could withstand at most three more hits.
Violet gritted her teeth, injecting her remaining core energy into the ring. Her golden vertical pupils locked onto the ten Demigods in the distance. She didn’t retreat a single step.
She had promised Logan she would hold the line. She would hold it.
Green Vine’s second urgent report came through, voice trembling with tears. “The seal on Kane cracked another layer! He waved his hand unconsciously, and half the side chamber collapsed! He will wake up in at most 5 hours!”
Violet’s heart sank, but she showed no panic. She ordered coldly, “Move him to the deepest underground chamber. Add three more layers of seal. Hold him for as long as you can.”
She had no energy left to worry about Kane. All she could do now was hold the line and wait for Logan to return.
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