Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen!

The roar of the Black Dragon echoed through the Soul Link: "Kid, watch how my Destruction Rule tears that broken seal apart!"

Logan formulated a new strategy: "You go ahead and trigger a Self-Destruct with your Destruction Rule. I’ll sync up my Space Shield to cut the space around the scar, severing his energy link to the black hole."

The Black Dragon remains emitted a dragon’s cry, flapped its wings, and charged at the Origin Devourer at 350 meters per second. The black destruction rule condensed into solid, sharp blades upon its claws.

The Origin Devourer, clearly wary of the Destruction Rule, increased its black hole gravity to a hundred times the normal level and summoned the Devouring Rule to form a semi-transparent shield in front of it.

The Black Dragon remains triggered a Self-Destruct at a distance of 80 meters from the scar. The black destruction rule exploded in a fan shape. This all-out strike from a 48-star Quasi-Demigod even tore a gap in the surrounding black hole gravity.

Logan simultaneously swung his left-handed Space Shield. A gold space rule formed a 100-meter cutting blade, precisely slicing toward the rule shield around the scar, aiming to peel away the outer structure of the seal.

But the moment the Destruction Rule touched the scar, it caused a violent annihilation reaction with the residual Creation Rule seal on the surface. It was exactly the same situation as when Kane attacked last time.

A 600-meter diameter shockwave of explosion instantly spread out.

Logan, taking the brunt of the blast, was knocked back 200 meters and slammed hard into the cliff behind him, sending black volcanic rock shattering everywhere.

Upon landing, he vomited a large mouthful of blood. Five of his ribs were broken, his internal organs shifted and ruptured, and his combat power plummeted instantly to 70 stars.

The Space Cut blade deviated from its trajectory due to interference from the annihilation energy, only grazing the edge of the rule shield before being deflected away.

The Origin Devourer let out a more triumphant screech. The black hole expanded to a diameter of three kilometers and began crushing down toward Logan.

Lying in the pile of rubble, Logan’s injuries worsened rapidly. He raised his right hand again, summoning the Blade of Time: "Third rewind."

Silver light enveloped him once more. The scene reset to his 82-star state. The Black Dragon remains were already spent; only one chance remained to use the Whale remains.

Logan stood up. Instead of immediately summoning the last remains, he first tested the scar’s basic reaction.

He swung his right-handed Blade of Time forward. Three silver chains extended, freezing the Origin Devourer in place for three seconds.

At the same time, he activated the Space Shield on his left, firing a beam of light precisely at the golden scar.

As the Time Freeze took effect, the Space Cut blade struck the surface of the scar. Immediately, the green creation seal appeared on the surface, deflecting the cutting blade, and the seal layer grew even thicker.

Logan frowned. Just the Space Rule alone couldn’t budge the seal.

Nyarlathotep’s voice rang out in the Soul Sea: "Kid, haven’t you figured it out yet? That’s not a weakness. It’s a soul seal left by Observer No. 9."

"You need a precise balance between the Creation Rule and the Destruction Rule, a 1:1 ratio, to activate it. Any attack using just one rule alone will be absorbed by the seal, actually strengthening it."

Logan’s pupils shrank. He had been attacking in the completely wrong direction. It wasn’t about smashing the seal; it was about activating it with the specific ratio.

On the battlefield.

Violet had witnessed Logan’s two "deaths" firsthand. Each time, she felt her Master’s presence vanish and then reappear, assuming he was using some secret technique to burn his own life force to stay alive.

Watching Logan consecutively undergo two heavy injuries and rewind, tears filled her golden vertical pupils. Her fingers tightened around the Crimson Ancestor Horn, the old wounds on her palm cracking, and pale golden blood gushed out. She was ready to activate a suicidal mode to ease the burden on her Master.

"Stop moving! I need your totem divine power to be transmitted in reverse!" Logan’s Mind Link instantly pierced the battlefield, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Violet froze. She had always thought the soul master-servant contract only allowed the Master to control her one-way, never imagining energy could be transmitted back.

"Your royal bloodline holds the same Creation Rule frequency as Observer No. 9. Send it over through the contract, and it will combine with my Destruction Rule to form that 1:1 balance," Logan explained quickly.

Violet immediately understood. Without any hesitation, she tapped into her full 48-star Saint stage energy. Pale golden royal totem divine power flowed backward from her contract into Logan’s body.

Her palm’s golden bones trembled slightly from the continuous effort. Pale golden blood streamed down the patterns on her horn, yet she did not stop for a single second.

Logan felt the gentle Creation Rule frequency surging into his body, merging perfectly with his five-stranded DNA.

Originally, there were five rule spirals. Now, combined with the Rule Fragment he had swallowed and the simulated Creation Rule transmitted by Violet, a sixth temporary gene chain was forming. The structure of a six-stranded spiral began to take shape.

The Staff of Creation in his left hand and the Bow of Destruction in his right hand lit up simultaneously. Emerald green and pitch-black light intertwined, emitting a rule fluctuation stronger than anything seen before, even causing the surrounding space to twist into spirals.

The Origin Devourer sensed this balance of Creation and Destruction. Its face, made of a swirling black vortex, churned violently. For the first time, it showed pure fear. It instinctively backed away three hundred meters and didn’t dare to keep expanding the black hole; the black hole on its chest shrank to a diameter of two miles.

It mistook this balance fluctuation, which shared the same source as Observer No. 9, for the direct arrival of a high-level Ancient Tribunal observer.

Logan felt the preliminary formation of the six-stranded spiral within his body. It was still unstable, but just enough to meet the balance requirements to activate the seal.

He still had two rewinds left and one chance to use the Whale remains. That was enough for a fourth attempt.

Violet, standing in the second-line formation, continued to transmit energy. Her face was as pale as paper, and her lips trembled slightly, but her hands remained steady. She showed no sign of stopping the flow.

She could clearly sense the increasingly powerful rule fluctuations inside her Master. It was power strong enough to injure a being at the Super Demigod stage.

The Origin Devourer’s black vortex face churned continuously, emitting panicked screeches as if ready to turn and flee at any moment.

Violet knelt on one knee in the center of the golden totem array in the second formation. She held the Sky-Splitting Ancestor Horn tightly to support her body.

She had already output nearly seventy percent of her 48-star Saint stage energy. Her face was white and transparent like thin paper, and beads of golden sweat formed on her forehead.

Her old wounds in her palms cracked again from the continuous effort. Pale golden blood streamed down the patterns on the horn. The golden bones exposed by the burns still bore black scorch marks.

At the same time, the pale golden royal bloodline energy of the Sky-Splitting Tribe flowed endlessly into Logan’s body through the soul contract link, without any reservation.

Logan stood at the front of the formation. The five basic rule spirals inside him, combined with the Creation Rule frequency transmitted by Violet and the absorbed Rule Fragment, slowly formed a sixth temporary gene chain.

The six-stranded prototype emitted light where five colors and dark gold intertwined. Due to the rule imbalance, fine spiral cracks began to appear in the surrounding space.

In his left hand, he held the Staff of Creation, entirely emerald green. Warm light flowed through the life patterns on the staff.

In his right hand, he held the Bow of Destruction, entirely pitch black. Violent, destructive energy surged over the destruction runes on the bow.

Logan slowly brought the two weapons closer to his chest. The moment the Creation Rule and Destruction Rule touched, a violent repulsion reaction occurred.

A chaotic energy sphere with a one-meter diameter formed between his hands. The temperature skyrocketed instantly to ten thousand degrees.

The black volcanic rock at his feet touched the edge of the chaotic stream and instantly turned into molten liquid, flowing down through cracks in the ground.

Blind Prophet had been waiting on a rock three hundred meters to the side. Now, he raised his golden staff of prophecy. The prophetic rules at the 48-star Quasi-Demigod stage exploded with full force.

Dense golden prophetic runes flowed from the tip of his staff, landing around Logan and forming a circle of precise time markers.

Blind Prophet’s old voice pierced through the battlefield chaos: "Now! I will only create this one opportunity for you!"

Logan’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. In the split second the markers lit up, he slammed his hands together with full force.

At exactly 0.01 seconds before the rule annihilation, the Staff of Creation and the Bow of Destruction achieved perfect proportional balance.

Blinding dual-toned light of gold and green exploded. The two rule weapons slowly fused, eventually taking the form of a two-meter-long double-edged sword.

The left half of the blade was made of emerald green Creation Rule material, and the right half was made of pitch-black Destruction Rule material. Silver Time chains and gold Space chains wound around the surface, clashing together to produce a crisp metallic sound.

"Both Destruction and Creation! The Dual Blade of Life and Death!"

Logan roared. His combat power surged from 82-star Legend stage instantly, touching the threshold of the 90-star Super Demigod stage.

The rules within ten miles of him were completely thrown into chaos. Space twisted into spirals. Even the light swallowed by the Origin Devourer began to overflow in reverse, creating a weird and eerie light effect.

The face of the Origin Devourer, formed from a black vortex, churned violently. The black hole on its chest shrank instantly to a diameter of one and a half miles as it let out a metallic, screeching scream of terror: "Observer No. 9?! No, this is a trap!"

At three hundred meters, the massive Origin Devourer instinctively stepped back. Its Black Hole Domain shifted completely into a defensive posture, and the gravitational devouring around it weakened by nearly seventy percent.

The golden scar on its throat began to flash violently and uncontrollably. This was a reaction to the fear emanating from Logan. Its flashing frequency spiked to twice per breath.

The Origin Devourer had lived for thousands of years. The scent of Creation Rule from Observer No. 9 was etched deep into its soul. The balanced fluctuation of the Dual Blade of Life and Death was exactly the same as the power that had injured it all those years ago. This realization completely stripped it of its courage to attack.

Logan didn’t attack immediately. Instead, he separated a strand of emerald Creation Rule from his left hand. He used it to build a temporary life circuit, connecting it to Kane, who was unconscious three hundred meters away.

Warm Creation Rule energy flooded into Kane’s body, plugging the gap in his core consumption. This maintained his combat power at thirty percent, stopping it from dropping any further.

Green Vine, the leader of the 35-star Spirit Tribe, rushed over from the command formation immediately. Emerald-green healing vines surrounded her, wrapping around Kane’s body to protect him.

She dragged Kane’s two-meter-tall Demigod body, retreating quickly toward the rear of the third formation. A faint golden blood trail was left on the ground, but the light of the Creation Rule purified it instantly.

Violet, having pushed her 48-star energy to the limit, could no longer hold on. Her body swayed, and she fell to her knees. Pale golden blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

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