Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 416: You’re a Container, a Spare One!
Chapter 416: Chapter 416: You’re a Container, a Spare One!
Logan sat cross-legged on a stone platform at the No. 46 Restricted Zone outpost. He was resting his body while trying to figure out a way out.
The dead-end situation was clear as day.
Ten Demigod were pushing into their territory. Kane’s Truth process had already hit 90 percent, and he would completely lose control in at most six hours.
The arrival of The Observer No. 1 was also close. With all the pressure piling up, there was no room for delay.
Logan slapped his thigh and cursed: “Damn it. If only I could rewind to my peak state.”
A silver-gray spatial rift slowly opened in front of him, leading straight to No. 53 Restricted Zone.
Inside the side chamber.
Green Vine stood by Kane’s bed. Emerald-green healing vines wrapped tightly around Kane’s two-meter-tall Demigod body.
A golden scar had spread from Kane’s left arm, covering 90 percent of his skin. His body temperature had soared past two hundred degrees.
Seeing Logan walk in, Green Vine immediately stood up. “Lord Logan!”
Logan’s voice was cold. “How long can you keep him sealed?”
“At most six hours,” Green Vine replied.
Logan nodded. “Then let’s prepare for the worst.”
He raised his right hand. The Creation Rule gathered in his palm, turning emerald light into several chains that bound Kane’s limbs.
At the same time, his left hand grabbed a triple dose of sleeping potion. The liquid turned into a glowing emerald stream and was injected straight into a vein in Kane’s neck.
The overdose hit his system. Kane’s body convulsed violently, and a beast-like growl rumbled from his throat.
Logan looked at his comrade, his expression heavy. “Sorry, Kane!”
His right fist, wrapped in Destruction Rule, came down without mercy.
The first blow smashed into Kane’s left knee joint. Bones shattered with a sickening crack, and the joint twisted backward.
Next came the left shoulder, the right shoulder, the right knee…
Four strikes in one breath. Kane’s limbs were twisted into unnatural angles, leaving him completely immobile on the spot.
Green Vine stepped back in terror at the sight, his eyes downcast, afraid to meet Logan’s gaze.
Ignoring the fear in Green Vine’s eyes, Logan barked: “Create Seal!”
As soon as he spoke, he pressed his right hand against Kane’s forehead.
The Creation Rule split into nine layers of emerald runes, branding precisely into three core points: Kane’s brow, his chest, and his energy core.
The golden scars inside Kane clashed violently with the emerald runes, hissing as they corroded each other.
His Truth process instantly stalled, dragging to a crawl.
Just moments ago, using Destruction Rule and Devouring Rule, Logan had successfully suppressed Kane’s limbs from regenerating.
At the same time, he used the Creation Rule to seal away Kane’s soul, origin, and energy.
With the massive dose of potion added on top, Logan finally breathed a sigh of relief. “With these three steps holding him down, even if Kane wakes up, he’s going to lay in this bed for a damn month!”
With that, Logan turned and walked out of the side chamber, leaving Green Vine frozen in place.
On the temple corridor, Violet was already waiting.
Seeing Logan, she quickly stepped forward. “Master, you need to see this!”
She held an obsidian box in her hands. The surface was carved with the Truth Mark patterns of The Observer No. 1.
Noticing her anxiety, Logan frowned. “What is this?”
Without a word, Violet pricked her fingertip and pressed it against the box.
Golden blood seeped through her fingers and into the lock.
Click!
The box opened with a soft sound.
Violet’s voice was low. “I found this deep inside Iron-Bone Grand Elder’s secret room.”
Logan stepped over and looked at the yellowed parchment inside the box.
There was a bloody handprint on the edge of the parchment, dark enough to look black.
Though the handprint had clearly suffered from the erosion of time, it didn’t match the age of the parchment itself.
Logan took the box, frowning. “Whose handprint is this?”
Violet’s finger traced the signature area on the parchment. “This handprint was left by Iron-Bone.”
“The date on it matches the year Master was born. It’s within three days, either way.”
Logan took the parchment and scanned the blood-red text line by line, his brow furrowing deeper.
Violet stood beside him, pointing to a line. “Master, this is the common script across all Restricted Zones. It records the secrets between The Observer No. 1 and the zones.”
“This the Observer No. 1 isn’t a native power of Lost World. He’s a dimensional wanderer who descended thirty thousand years ago. They invaded the major planes and subjected countless civilizations to Exploitation.”
“To this day, he has already devoured 128 alternate planes. The so-called No. 1 Restricted Zone isn’t the headquarters of the Ancient Tribunal at all. It’s a graveyard of planes, stacked with the wreckage of those 128 worlds.”
Logan’s fingers stopped moving. The temperature around him dropped sharply. “What else does it say? Tell me everything!”
Violet continued: “Yes, Master! It says that the second through eighth Observers had their origins devoured by The Observer No. 1 long ago. They’ve become puppets, controlled by his consciousness.”
“Only Observer No. 9 was targeted. Back when he sealed the Origin Devourer, he managed to wound that thing’s throat, leaving that golden scar. That’s how The Observer No. 1 held a grudge and imprisoned him in the Genesis Temple.”
Reaching this point, Violet added: “I suspect the current Observer No. 9 from the Ancient Tribunal is probably the only one who knows how to fight these dimensional wanderers.”
Violet turned to the appendix of the contract, her finger tapping the enslavement clause for soul fragments. “And this. Iron-Bone’s soul fragments were controlled by him long ago. They’ve turned into Truth Messengers without free will. They could ambush us at any moment.”
Looking up at Logan, she said: “The contract is very clear. The Observer No. 1 sees you as a perfect vessel.”
“Kane is just a backup container he prepared for himself. If possessing your body fails, Kane will step in as the alternative.”
At this, Logan’s pupils shrank to pinpricks.
He immediately turned his awareness inward, scanning his nine-spiral DNA.
At the intersection of Creation and the Gene Devour chain, a rice-grain-sized speck of light glowed with a warm emerald hue. It stood in stark contrast to the freezing golden rule of The Observer No. 1.
Logan’s voice showed no panic. “The key is on me. Rest assured, Observer No. 9 long ago hid the power to fight The Observer No. 1 inside my DNA.”
He looked up, his gaze sweeping toward the direction of the No. 1 Restricted Zone outside the window. “I don’t need to step into the No. 1 Restricted Zone to risk my life. I’ll just summon him out.”
Violet asked: “Where?”
Logan replied: “The No. 9 Restricted Zone. The outer perimeter of the Ancient Tribunal isn’t his headquarters.”
He then formed a hand seal with his right hand. 108-star Creation Rule and 36-star Space Rule merged, condensing into a cross-zone communication mark at his fingertip.
Logan stared at the glowing mark, murmuring: “The 7th Observer belongs to the Observers faction. He can help me deliver this message.”
Raising an eyebrow at this, Violet asked: “What about Kane?”
Logan shrugged. “I broke his limbs myself and laid nine layers of seals. He won’t wake up for at least six hours.”
Hearing this, even the always-calm Violet widened her eyes in shock.
Ignoring her reaction, Logan turned to look outside.
Five kilometers away, the rule-light of the ten Demigod was Flash.
Logan spoke up: “But facing the enemies we have right now, you probably can’t hold out for six hours.”
Violet responded, her gaze firm. “I can.”
“No, you can’t.”
Logan turned and shouted into the void: “Moragas! Get out here!”
Gray-white soul mist swirled through the corridor. Moragas dragged his heavily wounded forty-star body to one knee on the ground.
The bowl-sized wound on his chest was still oozing gray-white soul blood, and he didn’t even dare to look up.
He had been standing right outside the side chamber door a moment ago, watching Logan smash Kane’s limbs apart with just four blows. His entire soul fire was trembling with fear.
Logan raised a hand. His fingertips condensed a soul contract mark and pressed it straight to Moragas’s brow. “I’m ordering you. Give everything you have to defend Violet until the end.”
His voice was ice-cold, leaving no room for negotiation. “Take your thirty bone dragons, the remnants of Eternal Night City’s troops, and your own life. Hold this position until you die.”
“If Violet falls, you can kiss your soul goodbye.”
Feeling the raw killing intent in Logan’s voice, Moragas’s soul quaked.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. Cold sweat mixed with soul blood dripped down his forehead. “I… I’ll do my best.”
“Not ’do your best.’ I mean fight to the death and don’t take a single step back.” Logan’s tone was calm but laced with cruelty. “One step back, and the first thing I’ll do when I return is tear your soul core to shreds.”
“And don’t think just because you’re a lich, I don’t know where you’re hiding your soul core.”
Moragas jerked his head up, locking eyes with Logan’s abyss-cold gaze, then quickly dropped it again. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect her with my life. Violet won’t come to any harm.”
Logan lowered his gaze and turned to Violet, holding out a silver-gray Fire Seed. “If you really can’t hold out any longer, crush this. It will break your enemies’ grip on you and send your spirit back to my familiar world.”
“When it’s all over, I’ll bring you back to life. Promise.”
Violet took the Fire Seed, her fingertips grazing the back of Logan’s hand. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep myself alive.”
Logan nodded. Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, he tore a rift in space and stepped through, leaving without looking back.
As soon as Logan was gone, battle preparations kicked into high gear.
Moragas stood atop the western ramparts. Behind him, thirty bone dragons stood in formation, their hollow eye sockets burning with wild, flickering soul fire.
He could feel it—a strange, unknown energy was locked tightly onto his life core.
Combined with Logan’s icy stare before he left, and the image of him shattering Kane’s limbs with just four blows, the scene kept looping in Moragas’s mind.
Moragas was absolutely certain. Logan had used some power to pinpoint the exact location of his soul core.
Moragas slammed his soul staff into the volcanic rock beneath his feet and cursed under his breath. “Damn it. He’s got me right where he wants me.”
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