The yellow sand surged forward, not only rushing toward Kuhaus Tam but also flowing in from all directions. In just a few breaths, the entire area was sealed off, with yellow sand filling the air as far as the eye could see.
As a result, the other half of Kuhaus Tam's soul, which had been trying to escape, froze in place. He looked around, bewildered by the endless expanse of yellow sand surrounding him.
Where else could he run?
Boom—
The deafening explosion rang out, the shockwave roaring like a ferocious tiger, but it dissipated as it met the yellow sand.
At this sight, even Kuhaus Tam's eyes widened in disbelief.
He couldn't believe that the power released from his self-detonation—half of his soul and his entire body—was absorbed by the sand!
What he didn't know was that the sand wasn't ordinary; it was an artifact. He mistakenly thought it was a magic spell cast by Dean Bruce.
In an instant, panic gripped his heart. He looked around frantically, searching for an escape route.
Buzz—
However, before Kuhaus Tam could make a move, the yellow sand, under Dean Bruce's control, surged toward his remaining soul, surrounding him completely.
Dean Bruce's calm voice echoed, "If you dared to self-destruct, there might have been a chance for you to survive, but you're too scared."
"Ordinary soul power, even with self-detonation, can't withstand my power. Now, you've completely lost the ability to resist me. Surrender."
"Answer my question, and I might spare your life. Otherwise, I'll let you die like a dog."
As Dean Bruce finished speaking, Kuhaus Tam's face darkened with shame. He no longer tried to hide and revealed his form.
After scrutinizing Dean Bruce for a moment, Kuhaus Tam ground his teeth and asked, "How did you detect my soul?"
Dean Bruce didn't respond. He just stared coldly at Kuhaus Tam and asked, "Why did Elvis order my assassination?"
Kuhaus Tam fell silent. After a long pause, he sighed deeply and finally spoke, "If I answer your question, will it really save my life?"
Dean Bruce's voice turned icy. "Do you have another choice? My patience is running out. You can either die or take a gamble—whether you live or die is up to you."
"Ah..." Hearing this, Kuhaus Tam couldn't help but sigh. He resigned himself to his fate. There was no way out if he stayed silent, but at least answering gave him a slim chance of survival, even if the odds were low.
No one wants to die. If there's even the slightest chance, Kuhaus Tam wouldn't refuse it. He immediately spoke up, "Your parents were trying to decode ancient magical runes in the Relics. But they knew too much, and the higher-ups wanted them dead to cover it up."
"You're their only child, so naturally, you were also on the list to be silenced."
Hearing the same answer as Alita Miller had given, Dean·Bruce was completely convinced. He asked again, "Do you know where my parents are?"
The Magical Faith Badge was real, but it had a time limit.
Once Elvis·Donimo was dead, Kuhaus·Tam would no longer be bound by it.
However, Dean·Bruce didn't point this out.
Once the Magical Faith Badge expired, he could simply kill Kuhaus·Tam without worry!
From this battle, Dean·Bruce had also determined the effectiveness of the Lord of the Golden Sand—it could fully block attacks from an archmage-level powerhouse.
In any battle, when you're able to disregard the enemy's attacks, you're essentially already in an unbeatable position!
It was only a matter of how much magic power and time it would cost.
Having accepted Kuhaus·Tam's oath, Dean·Bruce dismissed the Lord of the Golden Sand.
After all, the Lord of the Golden Sand was an artifact, powerful but also incredibly draining in terms of magic.
Even just maintaining it during this conversation had consumed more magic than Dean·Bruce had used in all his prior spells combined—twice as much, in fact.
Now that the Magical Faith Badge had been established, Kuhaus·Tam could no longer harm Dean·Bruce, so there was no need to keep the artifact active.
Buzz...
With a hum, the yellow sand finally dissipated, and a strong smell of blood immediately filled the air, causing both Dean·Bruce and Kuhaus·Tam to frown in unison.
Looking up, they saw that the purple shield that Cyb·Louis had created had vanished. Cyb·Louis stood calmly in place, his face expressionless, while thick blood pooled on the ground, forming a large puddle.
The bodies of the fallen lay scattered across the area, with almost every one of them broken into pieces, their flesh obliterated to the point of being unrecognizable.
Upon seeing this, Dean·Bruce immediately understood—the information Alita Miller had provided was true. Otherwise, Cyb·Louis wouldn't have been so enraged.
His eyes flicked over to Cyb·Louis, and Dean·Bruce took a step forward, saying, "Don't act rashly. Elvis is powerful, and you alone cannot defeat him. We can't afford to alarm him."
Cyb·Louis replied calmly, "I know. I won't alert him."
After a brief pause, Cyb·Louis added, "When you decide on your next steps, remember to call me. I can offer advice and strategies."
Dean·Bruce raised an eyebrow, his respect for Cyb·Louis growing, but also his wariness.
A person who could control their anger was not to be underestimated.
And this wasn't just any ordinary anger—it was the kind born from the hatred of losing loved ones, compounded by years of being misled.
"Did you manage to recruit this guy?" Cyb·Louis glanced at Kuhaus·Tam and asked, "Before Elvis arrived, Kuhaus was actually the one set to take over as Minister. In a way, Kuhaus has his own grudges. If we're going after Elvis, he'll lend us a hand."
"The only concern is whether Kuhaus can gain Elvis's trust."