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

Chapter 445 - 446: Return!

Reality, Kaeldoria.

Isabelle and Iris Ashford stand facing each other, the strongest beings in the Alternate Space.

Silent and wordless, the air is filled with a sense of nostalgic melancholy.

Astrand Grant’s memories swirl around Iris Ashford’s fingertips, wrapped in a golden-red glow.

Isabelle doesn’t resist, allowing the glow to merge into her brow.

In an instant, a memory rushes into her mind.

Including their first meeting, entering the Demon Abyss, and Aster Grant’s exit from the abyss...

And as these memories flood her mind, she seems to recall something more...

When she was young, she seemed to have been on Dragon Island.

Encountered a figure without dragon horns or tail, its aura tranquil yet inexplicably comforting...

Isabelle’s gold eyes constricted suddenly!

So that’s why!

No wonder when she first met Aster Grant, she felt an indescribable familiarity and closeness to that human!

It wasn’t just an illusion!

A thousand years ago, during a time she herself forgot, they had already met.

"How about now, do you still believe Aster Grant is dead?"

Seeing Isabelle lost in thought, Iris Ashford casually turned toward Lazuli, who heard these secrets from a distance.

Lazuli’s mind went blank in that moment.

Master... traveled back a thousand years?

How could that be?!

Even Sally struggles to reverse time in a single area...

Let alone take someone directly back to the past, especially a thousand years ago.

She looked at Iris Ashford, filled with disbelief.

But this Imperial Beast wouldn’t spend effort deceiving them.

Because the power difference between them is far too great.

"What? You don’t believe what I said?"

Hearing this, Lazuli shook her head decisively.

"I’m immensely thankful for Iris Ashford’s willingness to share this, how could I not believe her."

"But, Lazuli wishes to know when Master will return from that point in time?"

Iris Ashford was about to respond she didn’t know.

But at that very moment...

A familiar aura suddenly appeared within their perception!

Ever since Aster Grant vanished from this world, she suspected he might have gone to the past.

So her perception was always focused on the former Dragon Island area.

And at this moment...

Aster Grant’s aura appeared!

Iris Ashford abruptly lifted her head, looking in the direction of Dragon Island.

"Your master... has returned!"

This revelation crashed like thunder in Lazuli’s ears!

She was stunned, immense joy overwhelming her like a tidal wave!

And when Isabelle sensed that aura, her delicate body trembled violently!

She exchanged a glance with Iris Ashford, words were unnecessary.

In the next moment, the two transformed into a bright phoenix and dragon stream of light, tearing through the sky and disappearing on the horizon.

Left behind, Lazuli quickly regained her composure.

This news must be spread!

It needs to be sent to other Beastbond and Zane Drake.

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Right at this moment.

Vera awoke suddenly from deep meditation!

Her scarlet eyes surged with bloodlight, the energy around her nearly lost control due to emotional upheaval!

"The Contract... reconnects!"

"Master... has returned!"

She clutched her chest, at the moment of contract reconnection...

She felt warmth return to her heart.

Almost simultaneously, Lazuli appeared in the command room.

"Drake... Master has returned!"

"What?!"

With these words.

The entire command hall fell deathly silent!

Everyone was frozen as if struck by an Immobilization Spell!

Sitting at the main position, Zane Drake trembled violently, even dropping the intelligence report on the Demon Clan.

He slowly lifted his head, his pupils contracting intensely.

For several seconds, silence reigned.

Two streams of muddied tears uncontrollably gushed from the iron-willed elder’s eyes, sliding down his wrinkled cheeks.

He opened his mouth, and after several seconds, with all his strength, repeatedly murmured with a sob:

"Returned..."

"It’s good to be back..."

"It’s good to be back indeed!!!"

These simple words seemed to drain him completely.

And in the command room.

After the silence, there was volcanic euphoria and clamor!

"Aster Grant is back! Bless the Human Race! Bless the Human Race!"

"I knew it! Aster Grant wouldn’t fall so easily!"

"Quick! Send someone to meet him at once!"

The entire command center erupted!

Long-held gloom was swept away by the sudden good news, every face glowing with excitement and hope!

Zane Drake took several deep breaths, forcibly calming his turbulent emotions.

He wiped his tears vigorously with a sleeve, straightening his back again.

Though his eyes were still wet, they shone brighter than ever!

"Silence!"

He commanded hoarsely, yet filled with unquestionable authority.

The hall fell quiet, everyone gazed at him keenly.

"Abel Vance! Stryker!" Zane Drake called by name.

"Present!"

The two promptly stepped forward, fists clasped with excitement.

"You two, during this period, must be on high alert, watch for Demon Clan activities, ensure nothing goes wrong before Aster Grant’s return."

"Yes, Marshal Drake!"

The two accepted, turning swiftly, marching with tiger’s pace and wind.

"Elara Crimson, Lazuli,"

Zane Drake lastly looked at the pair.

"You... accompany me to welcome him!"

"Yes!"

The orders were executed quickly, the entire Human Race machinery commenced efficient operation.

Aster Grant’s return news swept through the Human Race territory at unprecedented speed.

.....

While the Human Race celebrated the link restoration and hurried mobilization.

Now only the sky above the old site of Dragon Island, scattered with huge floating fragments.

The space rippled like water waves vigorously.

Ripples spread, as if something were tearing its way out.

Arriving at the scene, Isabelle and Iris Ashford hovered in the sky, eyes locked on the most violent center of spatial fluctuation.

Isabelle clenched her small hands tightly, nails digging deep into her palms.

She surprisingly felt a bit tense.

Iris Ashford was relatively calm.

But soon to see a former savior, she felt a touch of gratitude.

Finally, under their tense watch, the center of spatial ripples shattered like a mirror!

A vivid phantasmal stream formed of countless particles of time surged forth!

Projection of the Temporal River!

Though fleeting, the vast, timeless aura made Isabelle and Iris Ashford’s hearts skip.

And as the temporal stream’s illusion dissipated, two figures stumbled out, slowly hovering in the air.

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