【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

Chapter 342 [Empire] Sacrifice Explosion

Nightingale's expression gradually became complicated, his eyes wandering between me and the monster, as if trying to understand everything that happened. I could feel the shock in his heart, his amazement at the magic, and his surprise at the ruthlessness with which I used it.

"This is the ancient contract technique..." There was a slight tremor in his voice and his eyes were a little confused, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

I didn't answer, merely standing there quietly, observing the monster. Its body remained enormous, but its eyes were no longer filled with ferocity. Instead, they were filled with absolute dependence on me. Its vitality was immense, enough to sustain this devastated world.

However, just as Nightingale lowered his head to continue cracking the program, I quietly walked over to him and whispered, "Nightingale, it's no longer necessary."

He immediately stopped what he was doing and turned to look at me.

"What do you mean?"

I didn't answer immediately, merely glancing briefly at the monster. Its body suddenly began to tremble, as if sensing some impending change. At this point, I activated the Sacrifice Detonation in the contract.

Sacrificial Explosion is an extremely dangerous and advanced technique. Its core is to gather all the power of sacrifice, causing the energy in the target to explode in a short period of time, creating a massive, devastating shockwave. This force is enough to reduce everything in sight—including this space, these monsters, and even all the lives I've caught in it—to ash.

"You're not mistaken," I whispered, "it's enough to destroy everything."

Instantly, the air around them grew tense. The monster's body trembled violently, its eyes revealing a final glimmer of fear, as if it knew what was about to happen. Every scale and muscle on its body was strained to its limit, energy surging through its body like a tide, waiting for the moment of explosion.

Nightingale's expression instantly grew grave. He abruptly stood up, wanting to rush forward to stop something, but I had already arranged everything. There was no retreat, no room for change. The explosion had begun, my gesture had concluded, and all my strength began to accumulate within the monster, gradually converging into a terrifying energy storm.

Everything stopped—time and space seemed to begin to flow backwards at this moment, pressing in some indescribable direction.

Then, the outbreak.

A powerful burst of energy exploded, ripping through the air and the ground. The entire space seemed to explode instantly, sending a massive shockwave ripples through the surroundings. The surrounding environment, along with all living things and structures, vanished in an instant in the devastating impact. The monster's body disintegrated into a ball of energy, and as it exploded, everything around it completely dissipated.

Nightingale's figure was swept away by the storm, but he remained steady, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. I knew that all this was a huge shock to him. Even though he had witnessed many complex and dangerous things, this kind of power was still unimaginable to him.

The air returned to tranquility, and the surrounding scene completely changed. Countless ashes floated in the air, along with the aura of destruction, turning into the dust of time.

I turned to Nightingale, my eyes calm and almost emotionless: "This is the sacrificial explosion."

Nightingale stared at me, silent for a moment, and finally spoke: "You...really, you're willing to do anything to achieve your goal."

I didn't reply, but lowered my head to look at the ashes on the ground.

The movement here "naturally" attracted the attention of the aerial city mecha patrol.

The first thing the soldiers did when they arrived was to check their IDs. I had no choice but to pull up my own computer information. "Yang Ruyuan, new male, 16 years old... exotic animal breeder? Intermediate mercenary?" The soldier checking the information was a little surprised. "Did you cause that noise?"

I stared coldly at the patrol soldiers, but I didn't care. My eyes scanned their uniforms, equipment, and the details read by the optical computer, but deep down, I was already prepared for the worst.

I raised my hand and gently tapped the screen of my laptop. My voice was calm but contained a hint of challenge: "Yes, I made that noise."

The soldiers exchanged glances, clearly unconvinced by my frankness, especially in this situation. A tall soldier stepped forward, frowning. "Do you even realize what you're doing? You're only sixteen, yet you're capable of such a commotion? Using such powerful energy, are you sure you can control it?"

A sneer flashed in my eyes, and I replied succinctly, yet with a touch of sarcasm: "I can control it, and I can bear the consequences. You're all new men, right? What's wrong? You couldn't pull off something like this when you were sixteen?" There wasn't a trace of fear in my tone. To them, such a scene might represent a violation, a challenge, but to me, it was simply a necessity. If I couldn't even do this, there was no way I could achieve my goal.

Several soldiers were instantly enraged. One of them gave me a slightly skeptical look, then turned and whispered something to the captain. The captain stared at me intently, as if trying to determine if my identity was credible. His gaze wasn't casual, like that of an ordinary investigator; instead, it held a certain wariness. "You said you were an exotic beast breeder and a mid-level mercenary. Could you be that Yang Ruyuan?"

I nodded, my eyes still calm: "If your research is correct, I am Yang Ruyuan." My name is not common in the empire, but it is still well-known in some circles, especially in the mercenary field.

There was a hint of hesitation in the soldiers' eyes, clearly unsure whether to continue questioning. Normally, a "newcomer" like me rarely responds so directly and calmly to a patrol. And even less so a teenager. While they were still hesitating, my computer lit up again, displaying my identity and rank: Intermediate Mercenary, Exotic Beast Breeder, with a clear mission record.

"It seems like it's indeed not simple." The captain's tone softened slightly. "However, give us a reasonable explanation. How could the explosion of a strange beast affect such a large area? Do you have a way to control it, or are you simply unaware of the consequences that would occur?"

My eyes flickered slightly, and after a moment's thought, I calmly replied, "That wasn't an ordinary beast. I used some special techniques to control it. Although there were some deviations in the energy control, it was ultimately successful."

After hearing this, the captain didn't seem to ask any further questions. Instead, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. "Special technique?" He hesitated. "You mean, sacrifice?"

I didn't deny it, but just nodded slightly: "You can understand it that way."

He was silent for a moment, then stared at me for a few seconds, as if weighing whether to continue his questioning. But it was clear that my answer made it difficult for him to go any further.

"Do you... know what this means for the Empire?" The captain's tone became much more serious, his eyes carrying a hint of warning. "This is no small matter. If you're involved in 'sacrifice', it means you may have come into contact with something extremely dangerous. We cannot allow anyone who could pose a threat to the Empire to exist."

I smiled faintly, with a hint of indifference on the corners of my mouth: "I said, the energy out of control was a momentary negligence, but I have the ability to solve it. If you don't believe me, you can take me away and deal with it later. But I think I have a more important task to complete."

The captain stared at me for a long moment, as if assessing my credibility. My attitude and confidence seemed to waver him. He sighed softly, then relaxed a bit. "You're quite a bold fellow. Since you say you can handle this, then withdraw. You, go back and examine yourself."

After saying this, he waved his hand, signaling the soldiers in the rear to retract their weapons and to stop pursuing the matter for the time being. Although they did not completely let down their guard.

I nodded slightly and turned to leave. "You did a good job," I said calmly, "but it's best not to question other people's judgment so easily in the future, especially in matters like this."

Nightingale's voice suddenly sounded from behind, with a hint of ridicule: "Are you giving them a 'lecture'?"

I didn't turn around, but smiled faintly: "If someone needs to learn, let them learn. Otherwise, the safety of the empire will really be handed over to those 'fearless' young people."

Nightingale didn't say anything else, just followed me and left. We had already walked far away, but the captain and his patrol were still there.