Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System - Chapter 486

Chapter 486: Chapter 486: Protective Barrier
The spell Su Jiyai gave him… he couldn’t activate it.

It needed a link.

But the Devil had severed it.

“You… you cut me off…” Qin Feng muttered, his voice inside Madam Queen’s body cracking.

The Devil smiled. “Of course I did. I don’t know who you are, but you’re not staying here.”

Qin Feng’s fingers twitched.

He had no choice.

He had to fight.

Qin Feng raised Madam Queen’s hand and focused his soul energy. Psychic power surged from her palm, a wave of invisible force rushing at the Devil.

BOOM!

It hit the Devil in the chest—but he didn’t even flinch.

“Huh.” The Devil looked down at himself, then back up. “That tickled.”

Qin Feng’s eyes widened.

“What?!”

“You really thought that would work?” the Devil said, stepping closer. “You’re weak, little soul. Strong enough to sneak in. But not strong enough to survive.”

“No,” Qin Feng muttered. “I’m not done yet!”

He stepped back. Fast.

His soul was starting to shake again.

The Devil raised his hand again, and this time Qin Feng could feel it—like a claw was reaching into his chest, trying to rip him out of Madam Queen completely.

He had no choice.

Qin Feng looked down at Madam Queen’s left hand.

There. The ring. A small silver band. Plain. Normal-looking. But it wasn’t just jewelry.

It was his storage ring. His backup plan.

“If things go bad… hide,” Su Jiyai’s voice echoed in his memory. “You have a place, right?”

Qin Feng didn’t wait.

With one last push, he slipped his soul into the ring.

Like falling into a tunnel. Then silence. Darkness. And safety. For now.

………………………….

Outside, the Devil blinked.

The woman’s body—Madam Queen’s body—was standing there… empty.

No more strange smiles. No glowing eyes. Just blank.

The Devil frowned.

“Where did he go?”

The other Devils looked at each other.

“Did he run?” Scythe asked.

Crow shook his head. “No soul escaped. I would’ve felt it.”

“Then he’s still inside,” the Devil said slowly.

He narrowed his eyes at the ring on Madam Queen’s hand.

But he didn’t move yet.

Instead, he smiled darkly.

“Hide and seek, is it?” he said. “Fine. I’ll rip this body apart if I have to.”

……………………………………….

Inside the ring, Qin Feng was sitting in complete darkness.

But he could breathe again.

He was curled up in the corner of his own storage space. There were herbs, weapons, scrolls, and food floating around him—things he had collected over the years.

It was like a small room. Cramped but quiet.

And safe.

He let out a shaky breath.

“That… was close,” he whispered.

He touched his chest. His soul was still hurting. But it was still whole. Barely.

……………………………………

The Devil didn’t rise.

He didn’t need to.

Still sitting lazily on his dark throne, he lifted one finger—just a single finger wrapped in black, flowing cloth. His presence was quiet… but it made the air feel heavier, like the oxygen itself was afraid to move.

Just as the Devil’s finger twitched toward Madam Queen’s body—

“Wait!” a voice shouted, sharp and desperate.

Everyone turned.

Admiral Ru had fallen to his knees. His face was pale, eyes wild with fear.

“Please!” he shouted again, slamming his forehead against the cold floor. “Please don’t harm her! She’s my sister! My only sister!”

The Devil’s eyes glinted, faintly red behind the shadows of his hood.

“Your sister?” he repeated slowly, as if tasting the words.

“Yes,” Admiral Ru gasped. “I swear she’s innocent! It’s not her fault someone took over her body! Please, my Lord, spare her!”

The room went dead silent.

Then—

The Devil chuckled.

A low, mirthless sound that sent a chill down every spine.

“How touching,” he said, voice soft like a blade sliding from a sheath. “You finally care about someone other than yourself.”

Admiral Ru’s shoulders shook. “I’ll do anything. Just don’t kill her—”

But before he could finish—

CRACK!

With a lazy flick of his finger, the Devil sent a black bolt of power straight through Admiral Ru’s chest.

The Admiral’s eyes widened. Blood sprayed from his mouth.

He fell forward. Dead before he hit the ground.

The floor was silent once again.

“Don’t interrupt me when I’m thinking,” the Devil muttered, voice colder now. “So irritating.”

He slowly raised his wrapped hand again. Nobody could see whether he even had fingers underneath that cloth—only the shifting motion of fabric, like darkness given form.

His hand hovered in the air, then clenched.

He was searching.

The room grew colder as he focused. Dark threads of energy twisted through the air, like veins crawling outward from his palm.

He was trying to sense.

To feel the soul that had slipped away.

Qin Feng.

His voice dropped into a whisper, more to himself than anyone else.

“He’s still here… I can feel it. He didn’t escape the body. But he’s hiding. Hiding well.”

He opened his eyes, frustration beginning to stir beneath the surface of his usually amused tone.

“Fine,” he snapped. “All of you—search the body.”

The Seven Devils straightened.

Scythe cracked his knuckles, grinning. “Gladly.”

“If you must,” the Devil continued, “cut off the limbs. Break the bones. I want that soul found in the next twenty minutes.”

Elisha hesitated. “Do we need her alive?”

The Devil’s head tilted ever so slightly. “Only if she has value. If not…” He shrugged. “It’s just a body now.”

Crow stepped forward first. “Let’s begin, then.”

They approached Madam Queen’s motionless body, her head bowed, eyes empty like a puppet with no strings.

Scythe reached for her shoulder.

Then—

FLASH!

A loud, humming whump echoed across the hall.

A golden-blue light burst around Madam Queen’s form, pushing the Devils back a few steps.

“What the—?!” Veil hissed, raising her arms.

A glowing barrier had appeared.

It wasn’t thick. It looked like a bubble of woven light, almost fragile. But the energy pulsing from it was real. Alive.

“That b*stard Admiral Ru!” The Devil hollered in a furious voice.

What no one understood, he did.