Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen!-Chapter 373: Kane: I Owe You Five Lives
The light traced backward, severing the life link connecting the three million flesh puppets to their puppet masters.
The waves of blood, which had been charging the temple with frenzy, froze instantly.
Thousands of flesh puppets stood stiff and motionless. The scarlet light in their eyes faded away rapidly.
Cut off from the life force of their masters, they collapsed like a receding tide, completely lifeless.
The one hundred and ten thousand puppet masters suddenly lost their greatest weapon.
Just then, Violet moved.
Golden totem patterns flared across her entire body. Her 48-star Saint-stage presence exploded outward without holding anything back.
Clutching the Royal Ancient Beast Clan’s totem long-blade, she rushed toward Blood River with incredible speed.
Her golden vertical pupils were filled with overwhelming killing intent and grief.
She had watched her own kin torn apart by Blood River’s flesh puppets.
She had seen the sanctuary she had guarded for three thousand years turned upside down by these traitors.
Violet’s voice was cold, laced with royal authority. "Blood River, you betrayed the Sky-Splitting Tribe, allied with the Devourers, and slaughtered your own people."
"Today, in my name as the heir of the Sky-Splitting Tribe’s royal family, I cleanse the ranks!"
Blood River looked at the charging Violet, a flash of bitterness crossing his eyes.
He tried to summon his remaining energy to resist, but the Chains of the Soul held him tight. He was completely paralyzed.
Violet’s totem long-blade, carrying the golden light of royal rules, slashed down with full force.
A streak of golden light flashed, and Blood River’s head flew skyward.
The light in his eyes vanished completely.
The totem mark on his forehead, bearing the Elder’s Hall seal, shattered into dust.
Violet turned, holding the blood-dripping blade, and stared into the shadows.
Her golden vertical pupils locked directly onto Shadow Phantom’s hiding spot.
"Shadow Phantom." Violet said coldly, "Now it’s your turn."
Shadow Phantom’s figure emerged from the shadows, his face pale.
Black, poisonous blood still streamed from the wound on his shoulder.
Seeing the headless body of Blood River, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
He could never have imagined that a situation which was completely in his favor just an hour ago had turned into this.
Without a single moment’s hesitation, Shadow Phantom turned to dive back into the shadows and flee.
But the moment he moved, the twelve physical manifestations of the 32-star Nel instantly blocked all his escape routes.
Bobbi’s Phase Folding trap formed instantly beneath his feet.
Three layers of spatial barriers stacked on top of each other, cutting off every single path for him to run.
Shadow Phantom looked at the three approaching enemies, and his eyes filled with despair. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Violet took step after step toward Shadow Phantom, the totem long-blade in her hand dripping fresh blood.
Her body was now glowing brighter as the royal totem patterns intensified.
Cornered, Shadow Phantom’s face twisted into madness. "If I have to die, I’ll take you down with me!"
He summoned all his shadow rules, trying to detonate his Saint core to kill Violet in a mutual explosion.
But before he could trigger it, Logan’s Chains of the Soul snapped shut instantly.
The gray-white Soul Rule shattered his core from the inside out.
Shadow Phantom’s body froze in place, and the light in his eyes faded away quickly.
Violet swung her blade down again, putting him out of his misery for good.
The two traitors were dead.
On the battlefield, the remaining Elder’s Hall loyalists and rebels stared at the headless bodies of Blood River and Shadow Phantom. Panic set in completely.
They dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, bowing wildly toward Violet.
"Princess, spare us! We were forced by Blood River! Please, let us live!"
Violet held her blade tight, her golden vertical pupils sweeping across the crowd.
She showed no mercy.
Everyone here had taken part in the blood sacrifice ritual. Their hands were stained with their own kin’s blood.
Violet ordered coldly: "Arrest all who joined the rebellion. Lock them in the prison cells and wait for sentencing."
The Ancient Beast Clan soldiers roared in agreement, charging forward to subdue every single rebel.
The rebellion that had lasted nearly an hour was finally over.
Logan didn’t bother with the cleanup.
He turned and flew straight toward the temple’s summit where Kane stood.
Kane’s Demigod body had shrunk down to three meters tall.
He was slumped against a stone pillar, golden divine blood still streaming from his old chest wound.
His presence had dropped to just fifty percent and was ready to collapse completely at any moment.
Seeing Logan approach, Kane looked at him with complex emotions in his gray eyes. "You’re back."
His voice was raspy, hiding nothing of his weakness.
Logan landed in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Green light from the Rule of Creation surged from Logan’s palm and flowed into Kane’s body.
"I told you," Logan said, "I wouldn’t let you die here."
The life force of the Creation Rule spread through Kane’s meridians, reaching every limb and bone.
His old wound, eaten away by the Devouring Rule, began to heal before their eyes.
His scattered Demigod core was slowly stabilized by the Creation Rule.
Kane’s strength slowly rose from fifty percent back to sixty percent.
He looked at Logan, his gray eyes filled with deep emotion.
This was the fourth time Logan had pulled him back from the gates of death.
"I owe you four lives now," Kane said.
Logan pulled his hand back, a smile tugging at his lips. "Then you better keep living so you can pay me back slowly."
Kane looked at Logan and suddenly smiled.
For the first time, Logan saw the smile of this Demigod, who had carried a thousand years of hatred.
Suddenly, Logan’s presence dropped again.
Constantly using Rule Manifestation and consuming so much Creation Rule to heal Kane had caused tiny cracks to form in his five-spiral DNA.
His Mental Power was also pushed to its absolute limit.
Seeing Logan’s strength fade, Kane’s frown deepened immediately. "You’ve drained too much of your core to save me."
Logan waved his hand, his expression calm. "It doesn’t matter. As long as you can fight again, this cost is nothing."
"Three Demigod vanguard leaders could return at any moment. We must be fully prepared."
Kane looked at Logan and fell silent for a few seconds.
He reached into his storage space and pulled out ten Destroyer Crystals. They were glowing a brilliant, solid gold.
Each crystal was packed with massive Demigod-stage Destruction Rule energy.
This was his entire life savings, his last reserve.
Kane held the ten Destroyer Crystals out toward Logan. "These are ten Demigod-stage Destroyer Crystals."
"I want you to forge a blade for me."
Logan’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at the crystals in Kane’s hand.
He knew exactly what this meant.
These crystals represented Kane’s thousand-year accumulation and the very essence of his Demigod core.
"Are you asking me to use my Rule Manifestation ability to forge a Demigod-stage weapon for you?" Logan asked.
Kane nodded firmly. "My Destruction Rule can only form energy-based attacks."
"Without a physical weapon, I can’t bring out my full power."
"Your Rule Manifestation can turn the Destruction Rule into a physical object."
"Only you can help me forge this blade."
Logan looked at Kane’s determined eyes and didn’t refuse.
He reached out and took the ten Destroyer Crystals. "Alright. I’ll help you forge it."
Logan turned and walked into the underground foundry of the temple.
He placed the ten Destroyer Crystals in the center of the forging table.
The green Staff of Creation slowly formed in his hand.
He used the Rule of Creation as the fire, the Space Rule as the furnace, the Time Rule as the hammer, the Soul Rule as the guide, and the Destruction Rule as the bone.
All five rules operated at once as the forging began.
The ten Destroyer Crystals slowly melted under the inferno of the Creation Rule.
A pool of golden Destruction Rule liquid flowed steadily within the forge.
Logan swung the heavy hammer made from the Blade of Time, striking the molten rule liquid again and again.
Every strike made the structure of the Destruction Rule denser and stronger.
His five-spiral DNA spun at high speed. Every bit of his focus was locked on the forging.
His presence continued to drop.
Yet, his hands never stopped moving.
Outside the foundry door, Violet, Nel, and Bobbi stood guard.
They didn’t enter to interrupt him; they simply held the entrance tight to ensure no one disturbed Logan.
Violet watched the five-colored lights flashing inside the foundry. Her golden vertical pupils were filled with worry.
She knew exactly how much damage continuous exhaustion was doing to Logan’s five-spiral DNA.
But she also knew that once Logan made a decision, no one could change his mind.
The forging lasted for a full two hours.
When Logan brought his final hammer down, a long, golden blade slowly took shape in the forge.
The blade was covered in Destruction Rule runes, and the hilt was wrapped with Ancient Beast Clan totem patterns.
A faint sound of a dragon’s roar echoed from the blade itself.
This was a true Demigod-stage weapon: the Blade of Destruction.
Logan gripped the hilt and lifted the long blade from the forge.
As the blade cut through the air, it let out a piercing hum.
One swing sent a burst of golden Destruction Rule exploding outward.
The hundred-meter thick cold-iron wall of the foundry was sliced cleanly in half instantly.
Even the space itself was cracked by that single slash.
Logan looked at the long blade in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.
He had done it.
With his cultivation at the Legend stage, he had forged a Demigod-stage weapon for a full-fledged Demigod.
He had finally touched a realm that only the Ancient Divine Smiths could ever reach.
Logan carried the Blade of Destruction out of the foundry.
Kane was standing at the door, waiting for a full two hours.
When he saw the blade in Logan’s hands, a dazzling light flashed in his gray eyes like never before.
Logan tossed the blade toward Kane.
Kane reached out and caught it by the hilt.
The moment his hand gripped the handle, his surrounding Destruction Rule resonated perfectly with the blade.
A surge of golden Destruction Rule light shot straight up into the sky.
His presence, which had only been at sixty percent, skyrocketed instantly.
Sixty percent... seventy percent... eighty percent... ninety percent!
In the end, his strength stabilized at ninety percent.
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