Betrayed by the Succubus, I Raise a Twelve-winged Angel

Chapter 308 - 309: Angel Inheritance!

Not long after leaving the village, Aster Grant sensed a familiar figure hurrying up from behind.

Only when the person drew closer did he recognize—

It was actually Laney!

She ran up to him, panting, her cheeks flushed from the run, unable for a moment to string together a complete sentence.

Aster Grant looked at her with a hint of puzzlement.

Laney took a few deep breaths, finally steadying her breathing, then said seriously:

"Grandpa... Grandpa told me to follow you to the Holy City!"

Aster Grant instantly understood the old village chief’s intention.

He didn’t show any displeasure; instead, he gave a slight nod:

"Alright, then let’s go together."

It just so happened that as a Beast Tamer, his greatest strength was actually controlling his Beastbonds.

Whether it was the Sovereign Talent or the Soul-devouring Talent, both needed to rely on his Beastbonds to bring out good effect.

After all....

Just a single Talent of Link alone could provide hundreds of thousands of Attributes to a contracted Beastbond.

Now that Laney was voluntarily choosing to follow him, a thought naturally arose in his heart.

"Laney, are you willing to sign a Contract with me?"

"Eh...?!"

Laney was stunned for a moment, but quickly understood, then nodded solemnly:

"I-I’m willing!"

Hearing this, a faint blue light flowed at Aster Grant’s fingertips as he immediately cast a temporary Contract.

Although this Contract could only last seven days, and once it expired he could no longer sign with her again,

for Aster Grant, seven days—

Was already enough.

The deep-blue light of the Contract gently enveloped the two of them, and the Power of Laws linked them together.

In that moment, Aster Grant finally had his own first Beastbond in this unfamiliar world!

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At the same time.

Lazuli had been dressed in full ceremonial attire, her whole body wrapped in sacred and luxurious regalia.

The previous Angel elder at Totem Ninth Tier stood quietly at her side, softly reminding her:

"Lady Lazuli, in a moment we will begin the most solemn conference of the Angel Race."

"This conference will ultimately determine who is the true Inheritor of the God of Angels."

"And this conference requires three Inheritors to open, and you are the third Inheritor we have been waiting for!"

Yet at this moment, none of these words entered Lazuli’s ears.

All her thoughts were wrapped around how to escape this place and search for Aster Grant.

But constrained by the unfathomable power of the Angel beside her, she had no choice but to cooperate for now.

Soon, under the Angel’s guidance, she stepped into an extremely magnificent hall.

The hall was already filled with Angels; anyone who could step into this place possessed at least Monarch Level strength.

The entire hall was solemn and silent, so quiet a pin could be heard; every gaze was focused on the two figures who had just entered.

Soft whispers quietly spread among the seats:

"Is this the long-hidden third Inheritor, my lord?"

"It should be. She has ten wings on her back!"

"In our entire Angel Race there are only three Angels who possess ten wings, and only these three are qualified to inherit the God of Angels’ legacy, to lead our Angel Race in driving back the Demon Clan and once again stepping into glory!"

"That may be so! But this third lord’s strength seems a bit low, doesn’t it? Is she truly a match for the other two lords?"

These hushed whispers faintly reached Lazuli’s ears, making her pause slightly.

The Totem Ninth Tier old Angel at her side seemed to notice her unease and explained softly:

"Lady Lazuli, there is no need to worry."

"This is merely a trial; it will not endanger your safety."

"You only need to do your best to fight for first place and win the God of Angels’ legacy."

Lazuli turned her head, looking straight at him, and asked:

"Obtaining the legacy... what good does it do?"

The old Angel was caught off guard by this sudden question, momentarily unsure how to respond.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke slowly:

"Lady Lazuli, as long as you take first place in the trial, you will become the universally acknowledged Inheritor of the entire Angel Race."

"At that time, you will have the right to mobilize the full strength of the race..."

"And you will be able to step into the unprecedented Realm of Twelve Wings."

He paused slightly, then added in a low voice:

"In addition, regarding that person you’ve been constantly longing to find... Aster Grant, it will also become much easier."

Lazuli had no interest at all in this so-called "Twelve Wings," but that final sentence instantly captured her heart.

"If I become an Inheritor... I can find my master?!"

The old Angel’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch.

He had corrected this form of address "master" many times, but Lazuli had never changed.

Bound by her Identity, he couldn’t force her, so he could only let her be.

"Yes, Lady Lazuli."

"Good! Then I’ll participate!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Lazuli agreed decisively.

The Angel’s face turned even darker.

Soon, he led Lazuli up onto the high platform.

At this moment, two other Ten-winged Angels were already standing on the platform, one man and one woman, both with an unmistakable arrogance between their brows.

The male Ten-winged Angel cast a slanted glance, his gaze sweeping past Lazuli, his tone contemptuous:

"Milos, where did you pick up this Little Angel?"

"The legacy of the God of Angels is not something just anyone can bear."

"The one you brought... seems to have just stepped into Monarch Level, hasn’t she?"

The old Angel called Milos—Lazuli’s Guardian—turned cold at his words.

"Lord Gabriel, since I now serve as Lady Lazuli’s Guardian, your words can be regarded as a public provocation toward Lady Lazuli."

"For any provocateur, I have the right to deliver punishment on Lady Lazuli’s behalf."

The next moment, an immense aura surged from around Milos.

Gabriel’s Guardian immediately flashed forward to stand in front of him, likewise unleashing the pressure of Totem Ninth Tier, and shouted sternly:

"Milos! How dare you raise your hand against an Inheritor, my lord?"

"I do not dare," Milos’s voice was icy. "I only see someone openly provoking Lady Lazuli."

"You—!"

Gabriel’s Guardian was at a loss for words; after all, it was indeed their side who was in the wrong, leaving him nothing to refute.

Just then, a majestic yet gentle voice came from above:

"Enough, the conference is about to begin."

"Are all the Inheritors prepared?"

The Angel Race had a total of five powerhouses at Totem Ninth Tier.

Apart from the Guardians of the three Inheritors, one sat permanently on the front lines of the war against the Demon Clan,

and the remaining one was this very being before them, who bore the title of Judge.

In the face of this Judge, the two Ten-winged Angels who had been so arrogant moments ago instantly restrained themselves, answering respectfully:

"We are ready."

The Judge nodded slightly, then shifted his gaze toward Lazuli.

With Milos’s low reminder, Lazuli snapped back to her senses and answered softly:

"I’m ready."

Seeing that all three Inheritors had responded, the Judge proclaimed in a loud voice, majestic and solemn, echoing throughout the entire hall:

"Since all three Inheritors, my lords, have arrived, then from this moment on—

The grand assembly officially begins!"

On the other side.

By this time, Aster Grant had also brought Laney to the outskirts of the Holy City.

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