Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen!-Chapter 239: Contract with Ancestral Spirits, New Familiar!

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Contract with Ancestral Spirits, New Familiar!

Novan was mocked by Logan, and he was almost furious.

His fusion was interrupted, and his body started to turn transparent quickly.

The energy from the Ancestral Spirits core was leaving his body, causing him to let out a desperate scream.

"Damn it... damn it!" Novan roared. "I spent fifty years... fifty years!"

His body became more and more transparent, and finally, he turned into a black mist and disappeared into the air.

Only a painful cry remained, echoing through the underground space.

The black mist faded.

The flower of the Ancestral Spirits core trembled violently. The blue patterns turned red in an instant.

An energy shockwave exploded, and cracks spread across the ground.

"Energy readings are rising fast!" Darwin’s mechanical voice became urgent. "All bone clan life signs are going wild!"

Solon coughed up blood, and three fingers on his mechanical arm broke off.

Camilla swung her sword, cutting down the approaching bone beasts. But the broken limbs still moved wildly.

Camilla said in a hoarse voice: "Something’s wrong. They don’t fear death."

Logan frowned as he looked at the giant flower.

It wasn’t that they didn’t fear death—it was that they didn’t even know what fear was.

The Ancestral Spirits was alive, in a wild and brutal way.

Three bone clan warrior bodies expanded, and the fungi grew like blood vessels.

One of them doubled in size, its eye sockets burning with red light. It rushed toward Logan.

Lilith leaped out from the side, her spider legs piercing through its body.

Kerparos bit off its head, but more bone clan warriors kept coming.

Solon’s team was down to half their strength, and they started to retreat.

Logan looked at Solon, gave a nod to show it was safe to go.

He made hand signals to Natalia and Darwin, and the three of them moved closer to Solon’s team.

Along the way, bone clan warriors were blocked by the blood tree armor clones. One hundred and eight spiritual bodies attacked at the same time, each strike hit exactly at joints or skulls.

Three bone clan leaders, strengthened by fungal threads, rushed toward them. The blood tree armor clones started to move.

The clones split into three groups of twelve.

The first group used their bodies to block the acid.

The second group cut off the leg joints.

The third group jumped up and stabbed into the eyes.

The three leaders fell down, all in less than ten seconds.

Solon swallowed hard but said nothing.

Logan’s team joined together. Logan spoke directly: "What’s the situation now?"

"It’s bad."General Darwin wiped blood from his face. "Ancestral Spirits is out of control, bone clan are going wild, their power has increased by thirty percent. The ground pressure is huge, and the Augustus Blood Cultivation Realm is shaking."

Logan looked up. He could feel the Blood Cultivation Realm was shaking violently. It wouldn’t last long.

But that wasn’t his main concern. He looked again at the Ancestral Spirits core. The flower was shaking, sending out bursts of energy.

But deep in the wild energy, something even bigger was there.

Chaotic, violent, painful—but also pure, pure like a baby, forced into countless death thoughts.

Logan said: "General Darwin, monitor the energy changes. Natalia, build a mind barrier to block the interference."

General Darwin’s electronic eye flashed. "Got it. Ancestral Spirits energy will peak in seven minutes, and it might cause a collapse."

Natalia nodded. She clapped her hands together, then spread them apart. Silver threads spread out, forming a semi-transparent barrier.

Solon frowned. "What are you trying to do?"

"Try to control it." Logan said.

Camilla turned sharply: "Control it? That monster?"

Logan looked at the Ancestral Spirits core. "It’s not a monster. Novan tried to merge with it, but failed. Now it’s out of control. If it keeps going, the whole Golden Sand City will be drained of life."

Solon looked even more confused. "So you’re going to destroy it?"

"No."Logan stepped out of the barrier. "Destroying it would take too much power, and it might cause a backlash. What I’m going to do is give it a Master."

At that moment, three bone clan warriors rushed forward. Lilith pierced the first one’s spine, Kerparos bit off the second one’s head, and the blood tree armor clones broke apart the third.

Logan kept moving forward. Bone clan warriors tried to stop him, but were blocked by his familiars and clones.

The Ancestral Spirits sensed his approach. The red patterns on it shrank, then exploded outward. A dark purple aura spread out.

The aura moved toward Logan. He raised his right hand, opened his palm, and the aura split to the sides.

Dark purple energy flowed past his body, easily corroding the ground behind him.

Logan got closer and closer to the Ancestral Spirits. The flower shook even more violently.

Its petals began to close in, and a blue energy ball formed in the center. It was surrounded by red lightning.

The energy ball grew larger—first one meter, then three, then five. It looked like it would explode at any second.

Then Darwin’s voice came through: "Warning! High concentration energy mass. Explosion in three seconds!"

Logan didn’t stop. He closed his eyes and extended his mind, pushing through the wild energy field, through the chaos of death thoughts, and into the deep of the Ancestral Spirits’ Soul Sea.

It was chaos—broken screams, leftover fear, twisted desires all mixed together. But deep in the chaos, there was a core, one wrapped in layers of chains, almost completely covered by impurities.

Logan’s will moved toward that core. Chaos thoughts rushed in, trying to swallow him.

Logan’s will didn’t back down. After so many hardships, his will had been tempered into something as strong as steel.

The chaotic thoughts hit him, but they shattered and disappeared. Finally, Logan’s will touched the core of the Ancestral Spirits.

He wrapped his will around the fragments and sent out a single thought: Calm down.

The chaotic thoughts fought back wildly. Black threads tightened, and the fragments let out a silent cry.

Logan kept sending his thought—not as a command, not as a forceful control, but as a guide.

Once, twice, three times.

Darwin’s voice was urgent: "The energy ball is about to explode! Logan, get out of there now!"

Logan didn’t move.

Finally, the fragments struggled for just a moment—so short, less than a tenth of a second.

In that moment, the fragments received his thought. They gave a response—a confused question.

Logan smiled. That was enough.

His will immediately slipped into that tiny opening.

Not by force, but by following the flow of the fragments’ own thoughts.

He sensed more information. This wasn’t the original consciousness of the Ancestral Spirits. It was Amara.

No, not the whole Amara. Just a fragment of her soul—a weak remnant that Novan had forced into the Ancestral Spirits core as a "catalyst."

Now that Novan was gone, this fragment was trapped here, nearly about to be swallowed and destroyed.

Logan understood. The Ancestral Spirits itself didn’t have a complete consciousness. It was just a big gathering of life energy, a tool made by someone.

Novan had tried to replace the core with his own mind, but failed.

Now the tool was out of control, and the only "consciousness" inside it was this weak fragment of Amara.

The fragment was too weak to control such a huge power, which was why the Ancestral Spirits had gone wild, and why the bone clan had gone wild too.

This situation was like a baby holding a wild chainsaw—seeming harmless, but actually very dangerous.

Logan opened his eyes. The energy ball was now fully grown, about to explode.

He bit his lip and said, "There’s still time."

Logan pressed all of his will into the fragments.

This time, it wasn’t just guidance—it was a contract.

Soul power turned into countless thin threads. They wrapped around Amara’s soul fragment, wrapped around the black threads around the fragments, and wrapped around the entire Soul Sea of the Ancestral Spirits.

With Amara’s soul fragment as the center.

With Logan’s soul as the anchor.

With the power of the contract as the bridge.

He built a new control system.

Soon, the Ancestral Spirits flower stopped shaking. The energy ball that was about to explode began to shrink.

The petals of the flower slowly opened again, blooming gently and calmly.

At the same time, the bone clan’s screams stopped. The warriors that were attacking wildly froze in place. Their red eyes went out, and their bodies started to break down into gray dust.

One, two, ten, a hundred.

All the bone clan on the battlefield turned to dust.

At the same time, the noises from the ground also disappeared.

A voice came through the communicator—Taliban’s. "The bone clan... stopped? No, they’re disappearing?"

Logan didn’t answer. He watched the Ancestral Spirits flower. The energy ball in the center slowly came down, landing in front of him.

The surface of the ball rippled. A hand reached out—girl’s hand. Pale skin, long fingers, nails a soft blue color.

The girl’s master stepped out of the energy ball. Her bare feet touched the ground, but there was no sound.

She looked to be sixteen or seventeen, thin and delicate. Her long hair was like a flowing blue waterfall, reaching her ankles. Her skin had faint patterns on it—like veins, like fungi—glowing softly with every breath.

She looked at Logan, her eyes pure and confused, like a newborn baby.

She blinked, then moved her lips: "...M-Master?"

The voice was very soft, full of uncertainty.

Logan nodded.

The girl smiled, very lightly. But for a moment, the whole underground space brightened with blue light.

She asked: "I am... the Ancestral Spirits? No... I’m Amara? No... I am all of them?"

"You are the Ancestral Spirits."Logan said. "And you are also Amara."

The girl thought for a moment, then asked: "Then... what should I do?"

Logan looked up. "First, end this war."

The girl followed his gaze. Her eyes glowed with blue light.

The light shot upward, through the soil, through the Blood Cultivation Realm, and spread over the whole Golden Sand City.

On the surface, all the remaining bone clan turned to dust at the same time. General Augustus’ Blood Cultivation Realm stopped shaking.

The war was about to end.

At the same time, the battlefield was full of blood and smoke.

Taliban moved to the side, twisted his ankle, and slid three meters away.

The spot where he had just stood was pierced by a bone spike, and cracks spread out.

Taliban shouted: "Watch the formation!"

Pinocchini’s team of five stood back to back.

Around them, twenty-three bone clan warriors glowed with red eyes. Their bones were covered in thick fungal layers. Their movements were faster and more wild, no longer defending, just trying to kill.

Quinn’s left arm was bleeding. The edges of the wound were black—infected by the fungi on the bone spikes.

He tore off a piece of his shirt and tied it around the wound. His eyes were on Finn. "These guys got stronger."

Knox held his chainsaw sword tighter. "It’s not that they got stronger. It’s that they don’t care about dying anymore."

Sanchez clenched his hands, forming a spinning energy vortex in his palms. Sweat ran down his forehead. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Harper had her twin blades in hand. The blood-red light reflected off the blades as she watched. Taliban was watching too.

Her brain worked like a fast computer, processing everything—where the bone clan were, how her team was doing, energy waves, ground tremors, air movement.

Her conclusion: they had to end this quickly.

If they dragged it out, they would be the first to fall.

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