Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen!-Chapter 262: Gathering a Thousand Souls, 35 Stars!
The core of the Spirit Palace Battle Style is to make the enemy’s attack resonate with your own energy, then turn it into your own power.
At the moment the black sphere touched Logan’s fist, it stopped.
On the surface of his fist, thousands of tiny tactical runes appeared. They quickly analyzed the energy structure of the sphere.
Three seconds later, the black sphere started to shake violently. The shadow energy inside became unstable.
"You... dare..." Shadow’s voice was full of disbelief.
"Not just ’dare’!" Logan smiled bitterly. "I have to beat you."
His fist moved forward by an inch.
The black sphere exploded like glass, turning into a shower of black sparks. It was pulled by both the Spirit Palace and the Ghost Palace, forced into pure soul energy. The energy flowed back into Logan’s body.
The shadow of the 35-star marks appeared behind him, flashing wildly again.
"How is this possible!" Shadow was completely shocked.
But this shock only lasted for a second.
The next moment, she let out an even more terrifying killing intent. "If that’s how it is, then you die!"
Duerer’s body burned completely. Black flames came out of every pore, turning the body into a human torch.
Shadow sacrificed her host body to gain three seconds of pure power.
With her 36-star Saint-level strength, she attacked without any tricks. Her fist flew straight at Logan’s chest. This time, no style, no tricks—just raw power crushing everything.
Logan tried to run, but the space around him was completely locked.
He tried to defend, but all his energy was used to keep the Spirit Palace resonance and the unstable 35-star shadow mark. He had no time to block. He had to take the hit.
But his 34-star body couldn’t take it.
So Logan made a decision.
He gave up all defense. He poured all his remaining energy, including the unstable power of the new 35-star shadow mark, into his Soul Sea. He sent it straight into the core of his soul—the baby.
Then, he took one step forward, using his chest to meet the burning fist.
At the same time, he spread his right hand and pressed it against Shadow’s forehead.
"You want to die with me?" Shadow laughed coldly. "You’re not even worth it."
Her fist hit his chest
Crack!
A clear sound of broken bones rang out.
Logan felt his chest collapse. His ribs were broken, his organs shifted and torn. Blood spewed out, mixed with pieces of his organs.
But he didn’t move back. His hand was already firmly pressed against her forehead.
"I’m not worth dying with you." Logan said, blood in his mouth, but his smile was bright. "But I am worth... giving you a ’gift’."
Inside his Soul Sea, the baby made a deep, angry sound.
Its voice had some kind of magic, spreading through the space of the familiars.
Soon, every solid room in the Spirit Palace—Marx’s spirit camp, Eleanor’s command room—began to resonate strongly for the first time.
All the soul fragments of the fallen warriors, all the heroes’ battle experiences, their instincts, all the information they had gathered through resonance—everything came together in a huge, messy flood of memories
This flood flowed through Logan’s hand and into Shadow’s mind—without any resistance.
Not an attack. Just a "gift."
There was the sound of someone in pain from constipation...
There was the sound of someone relaxing after sex...
He gave ten thousand different emotional memories, a million conflicting instincts, and millions of opposite physical reactions.
Shadow’s projection froze. Then her face twisted and broke apart.
She felt like she was going crazy.
"What... what did you do?!" Her voice finally showed real fear, from her confused mind.
"Nothing." Logan said, letting go. He fell back, his mind sinking into darkness. "Just showing you... the limits of a human body."
"Ughhhhh!"
Shadow’s projection screamed, holding her head, in a voice no one could understand.
At that moment, Shadow felt both pleasure and pain, switching back and forth. It was a mix of pain and joy.
At the same time, Duerer’s body began to break down quickly. The black inferno lost control and spread wildly, causing a flood of shadow energy to crash back on her.
Shadow tried to take control of the body and her own mind, but her thoughts were flooded with loud, conflicting orders.
The three seconds of pure power turned into three seconds of pure chaos.
Logan fell hard to the ground. His vision quickly blurred and darkened.
The last thing he saw was the four generals—completely taken over, their eyes empty and dark—as they marched in perfect, stiff steps through the broken Blood Cultivation Realm, toward the open gates of Saint Heart City.
Inside the city, the Blood Cultivation Realm was shattered. Nabo lay badly injured in the middle of the road. Black shadow troops rushed in from all sides, like a flood.
The countdown of the Death God of Love nuclear weapon echoed in his last hearing: Four minutes left...
Logan’s mind floated in pain and confusion. His chest wound kept bleeding, taking away his strength and power.
Lilith’s vines and the life energy of the Ancestral Spirits could only barely keep a tiny spark of life alive.
"Master... hold on..." Lilith’s voice, full of tears, seemed to come from far away.
"Logan principal! Logan principal!" Logan struggled to open his eyes. Then, a weak but clear voice called out deep in his soul.
This voice didn’t come through his ears. It came through the remaining network of the [Ten Thousand Spirits Formation], which hadn’t completely disappeared.
Logan’s scattered gaze focused. He saw the faint blue light points on the battlefield—soul fragments of Federation soldiers who had died, and a few shadow troops that had broken free and chosen to die with them.
The broken battle spirit in the air was still there. It hadn’t scattered after the Blood Cultivation Realm broke. Instead, it slowly and firmly moved toward one place—Logan!
"Private Carlson... volunteered... to sacrifice!"
"The Third Army... all of us... offer ourselves!"
"Adventurer Guild... honor... for a moment!"
"Please, principal... protect... the Federation..."
Countless small thoughts, carrying memories and final wishes from the dead, flowed toward Logan’s broken body like rivers rushing into the sea.
"No... stop!" Logan shouted in his mind. He knew what this meant.
"You’ll disappear completely!" He knew this was a complete sacrifice—no chance to go to the Underworld, no chance to live.
"Logan principal!" The first voice, calm and determined, came from Marx’s voice: "The Federation needs you to live. Take us... and win."
At the moment the words ended, the first flow of soul fragments entered Logan’s body.
Boom!
Like a dry riverbed being hit by a huge flood.
Warm, powerful energy wasn’t gentle or soft. It rushed through his broken blood, rebuilt his broken organs, and healed his soul.
Pain. But with the pain came a strong, new power!
Then came the second, the tenth, the hundredth, the thousandth...
On the battlefield, the blue soul lights formed a bright galaxy, then turned into a waterfall falling upside down, pouring into Logan’s body.
Lilith and the others were pushed back by this huge, holy energy. They could only watch in shock.
Behind Logan, the 34-star marks, once dark and nearly gone, suddenly shone brighter than ever, as if they had been given endless fuel.
And the 35-star mark’s shadow no longer flickered. Under the power of thousands of brave souls, it solidified quickly, became strong, and finally lit up completely!
Logan reached the 35-star Legend stage — a level never seen before in the history of the Federation.
This wasn’t just a fake or fake power. It was a real, strong, and solid 35-star stage, filled with the will of thousands of protectors.
"AAAHHH!" Logan screamed to the sky. His voice and power shook the whole city.
His wounds healed in the light. His blood tree armor covered his body again, its surface full of dark gold and soul fire patterns.
He took one step forward, and the ground shook. The dark shadow energy wrapped around his soul groaned under the pressure of his new power and the will of the many brave souls. It cracked and broke, piece by piece.
At that moment, Shadow had taken control of Duerer’s body again. Her black inferno shook violently.
Almost half the city of Saint Heart was covered by her "One Life, One Death" curse.
Shadow looked at Logan with a twisted face and screamed in anger and shock: "No way! How could these little insects’ soul fragments do this?"
Logan looked up, his eyes burning with golden fire — the real power of the brave souls. "Their name is not ’insects’!" he said.
Logan raised his right hand and made a fist.
Three-Headed Hell Wolf Battle Style! Activate!
The Infernal Lord Form! Activate!
Resonance Battle Style! Activate!
Slime Battle Style — 100x Power Boost! Activate!
Spirit Palace and Ghost Palace — Activate!
This time, Logan used all of his power. This power mixed perfectly with the huge energy of his 35-star Legend stage.
No fancy tricks. Just one pure, powerful kick straight at Shadow.
The wind from his leg made visible ripples in the air. The shadow energy was pushed away and cleaned up.
Shadow smiled wickedly: "You fool. Did you forget? Duerer is best at [One Life, One Death]!"
She activated the [One Life, One Death] curse, trying to connect with others in Saint Heart City to help stop this attack.
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