Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen!-Chapter 240: Taliban, the Fierce Warrior!

Taliban said: "Follow my orders. Knox and Sanchez take down Sack. Harper and Quinn keep Finn busy. Give me twenty seconds."

"Got it."everyone said together.

Taliban took a deep breath. His body’s energy patterns lit up, spreading from his chest to his arms and legs, like glowing veins.

He jumped into the air, spreading his arms wide. Energy poured from his hands, forming twelve energy clones.

Each clone looked like Taliban, but was more blurred, like semi-transparent shadows. The clones landed and spread out, and the bone clan warriors rushed toward them.

The clones didn’t fight. They just moved and dodged, drawing attention.

Twenty-three bone clan warriors were drawn away by the twelve clones, causing a short moment of confusion in their formation.

At that moment, Knox moved. His chainsaw sword started spinning, making a loud, sharp noise.

Instead of going for Sack, he ran toward a regular bone clan on Sack’s left.

The sword came down, and the bones cracked.

Sack’s eyes flashed red. It disappeared.

In the next moment, it appeared three meters behind Knox, its bone claws rushing toward his back.

Knox was ready. He didn’t turn around. Instead, he threw himself forward.

The claws missed his back, tearing through his uniform and leaving three deep cuts.

At the same time, Sanchez’s "energy storm" arrived.

He pushed his hands forward, and the energy vortex left his hands, turning into a two-meter-wide energy tornado.

The tornado didn’t chase Sack. It blocked Sack’s left side. Sack moved to the right—the safe zone it had planned for itself.

But the safe zone had someone in it—Taliban!

He stood there, hands pressed to the ground. A pale golden pattern appeared on the floor, like chains wrapping around Sack’s feet.

"Gravity Trap"—ten times the gravity.

Sack’s movements suddenly slowed.

Not stopped, just slower, like it was being pulled into thick mud.

Its eye sockets flashed red violently. It tried to use a space swap, but the gravity field messed up the energy flow. The swap failed.

Knox flipped back up, raised his chainsaw sword above his head, and brought it down.

The blade didn’t go for the head. It went for the neck—the weakest part of Sack’s bones.

Sack tried to block, but its arms didn’t move fast enough.

The gravity field slowed it down, even by just 0.3 seconds, that was enough.

The chainsaw sword cut into the neck. The teeth scraped against the bones, sparking.

Knox pushed down with both hands. The blade kept going, cutting through bones, cutting through fungi, cutting through energy channels. Sack’s head rolled to the ground.

It all took less than fifteen seconds.

On the other side, Harper and Quinn were locked in a fight.

Finn’s tentacles lashed like whips, each strike making a loud wind sound.

The tentacles had tiny sharp spines on their surface. The spines secreted black, sticky liquid.

Quinn was dodging. He moved fast, his body light as if it had no weight, dancing between the tentacles.

But there were too many, too close. His body was getting more and more wounds.

Harper swung her twin blades, cutting through the tentacles. But after the tentacles were cut, they quickly Regenerated. At the broken ends, more fungi sprouted, wrapping around her blades.

Harper said, "We can’t keep doing this."

"I know."Quinn gritted his teeth.

He spotted an opening and ran forward, sliding between two tentacles. Five meters from Finn, three, one.

Finn’s fleshy tumor on its chest pulsed wildly.

Dozens of new tentacles shot out from the tumor, like a net covering Quinn.

Quinn didn’t back away.

He kept running forward, slipping out of the net just before it closed. He landed on Finn’s left side. His left hand pressed against Finn’s ribcage, palm flat against it.

"Energy Burst."

It wasn’t an attack. It was a vibration.

The high-frequency vibration spread from his palm into the bones, breaking the fungi on the ribs and loosening the joints.

For a moment, Finn’s left side went stiff.

Harper jumped up, crossing her blades and bringing them down toward the tumor.

But Finn was faster. It gave up the defense on the left and pulled all the right tentacles back to protect its chest.

The tentacles acted like shields in front of the tumor. Harper’s blades hit the tentacles and sank halfway in, then got stuck.

Fungi climbed up the blades, wrapping around Harper’s arms. She let go and pulled back, leaving the two blades behind. The fungi swallowed them whole.

Finn let out a loud roar.

A wave of vibrations spread out. Harper and Quinn were both pushed back, blood coming from their ears.

At that moment, Taliban arrived.

He had taken down Sack, and his twelve clones were holding off the other bone clan.

His real body ran toward Finn, arms out in front, palms facing the ground under Finn.

"Gravity Trap"—fifty times the gravity.

Finn’s body suddenly sank heavily.

The bones in his knees made a loud, painful grinding sound. The fungi were crushed, the tumor’s pulse slowed, and the tentacles moved more slowly.

Taliban shouted, "Knox! Sanchez!"

They were already in position. Knox’s chainsaw sword had half of its teeth broken off, but he didn’t switch weapons. He held the sword with both hands, blade pointing at Finn’s chest.

Sanchez placed his hands on Knox’s back, saying, "Energy Transfer."

Energy from Sanchez’s body flowed through his hands into Knox, then into the chainsaw sword through Knox’s arms.

The teeth of the sword started spinning at a much faster speed—three times faster than before. The air was torn apart, making a sharp, high-pitched sound.

"Knox Charge."

The fifty-times gravity field also affected Knox, but his movements were calculated.

Every step he took landed in the weakest part of the gravity field. His body stayed low and steady.

Finn tried to block with its tentacles, but they were too slow.

The Gravity Trap had slowed it down. Even just half a second was enough.

The chainsaw sword pierced into the chest. The teeth cut through bones, through fungi, and into the tumor. The tumor violently contracted and burst open.

Purple, thick liquid sprayed out. Knox didn’t move. He let the liquid hit his body. The liquid was corrosive. His combat suit started melting, his skin burning, but he didn’t let go.

The blade kept going deep, cutting through the chest and out the back. Finn’s body went stiff. Its eye sockets lost their red light.

Taliban removed the gravity field. Finn’s body leaned forward and fell to the ground.

The body began to break apart. Bones turned to ash. Fungi withered. The remaining bone clan warriors all stopped moving. Their eye sockets flashed red a few times, then went out.

The battlefield was silent. Only the wind and heavy breathing could be heard.

Quinn was on his knees, his left arm bleeding. The blood was black.

Harper helped him up and injected an antidote into the wound.

Knox pulled out the chainsaw sword. The blade was ruined—all the teeth were gone, and the blade was full of cracks.

He threw it away and picked up a relatively undamaged combat knife from the ground.

Sanchez was breathing hard.

He had used too much energy, and his face was pale. Taliban looked around.

All twenty-three Bone Clan members were dead. It took three minutes and forty seconds.

Taliban said, "Report your status."

Harper said, "Light injury."

Quinn said, "Poisoned, but it’s under control."

Knox said, "Weapon damaged, but I can still fight."

Sanchez said, "Energy left is about thirty percent."

Taliban nodded.

He was about to speak when the ground suddenly shook.

It wasn’t the shaking from the battle. It was deeper, stronger, and then it stopped.

The bone clan turning to ash started spreading quickly.

Not the ones they had killed, but all the Bone Clan in the whole city.

Those still fighting, charging, screaming—all of them froze at the same time. Their bodies broke apart and turned into gray dust.

The wind blew, and the dust scattered. The battlefield was left with just humans and piles of weapons and equipment.

A voice came through the radio from the Blade Squad—confused, surprised, then turned into cheers.

"The Bone Clan... all gone?"

"Is it over?"

Taliban didn’t celebrate. He looked up toward the underground core, his eyes deep and full of thought.

A underground pit.

Logan stood in front of the Ancestral Spirits girl, stunned by her power.

In just a moment, she had wiped out all the Bone Clan warriors.

The blue light in the girl’s eyes slowly faded. She turned her gaze from the sky back to Logan, looking a little tired. "It’s done."

Logan knew it had taken a lot out of her.

In that moment, the Ancestral Spirits girl had connected to all the Bone Clan in Golden Sand City through the life network. She cut off their energy and drained their life force.

Thousands of Bone Clan died at the same time, turning to ash. This kind of power was even beyond the usual S-level familiar.

Logan sensed the girl’s condition. She was heavily drained, but her core was stable, and the contract between them was strong.

Logan said, "Good job."

The girl smiled, a simple and innocent smile.

Solon and General Darwin walked over. Their expressions were complicated as they looked at the Ancestral Spirits girl, then at Logan.

Solon asked, "You... made a contract with her?"

"Yes."Logan said.

General Darwin frowned. "Now it listens to you?"

"Yes."Logan nodded again.

Solon stayed silent for a few seconds, then sighed. "I need to report this. The Federation leaders, the Temple, and all the related groups need to know. Ancestral Spirits... is too important."

"I understand."Logan said. "But before that, there’s one more thing to do."

He looked at the Ancestral Spirits girl. "Can you find Amara?"

The girl tilted her head. "Amara... she’s inside me, but she’s weak. She’s almost gone."

"Can we save her?" Logan frowned.

"Yes, we can try."the girl said, closing her eyes.

She raised her hand, palm up. A faint blue light appeared in her palm, like fireflies, floating up and gathering in the air.

More light points came out of her body, from the surrounding fungal mats, and from the remains of the Ancestral Spirits flowers.

The light points gathered into a blurry human shape. The figure was very faint, almost transparent. You could tell it was a woman, with long hair and a slender body, but her face was blurry, like it was behind a foggy glass.

That was Amara’s soul fragment.

Logan watched the light, and he could feel that the consciousness inside was very weak, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

But if he gave it enough life energy right now, maybe it could be stabilized.

"Use your life energy."Logan said to the Ancestral Spirits girl. "Gently, slowly."

The girl nodded. The blue light in her palm became softer, like moonlight, shining toward the light.

The light wrapped around the fragment and slowly seeped in. The fragment began to become more solid.

The blurry shape became clearer, and the face slowly started to show.

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