Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 405 Killing Machine

The puppet's movements were like the Grim Reaper's scythe, each swing reaping the lives of its enemies.

Alpha's labyrinth of consciousness is as fragile as a paper toy in its presence.

The moment the sharp bone blade pierced the core of the labyrinth, the mental circuits that had been meticulously woven over hundreds of years scattered and collapsed like pearls from a broken string.

The puppet has completely mastered the secrets of the maze's structure.

The spiritual core of each maze is located at its geometric center, connected by a dense network of nerve fibers.

If the key connection points are precisely severed, the entire maze will lose its support and collapse.

"Damn it!"

Alpha's voice echoed throughout the arena, and hundreds of minds simultaneously emitted terrifying mental fluctuations.

The silver nerve fibers convulsed violently as if electrocuted.
"My maze design blueprints have never been leaked. How did that monster see through the secrets of its structure?"

She frantically manipulated the remaining maze formations, attempting to trap the puppet with a more complex, nested structure.

However, the puppet's learning ability has transcended the realm of common sense.

With each instance of absorbing the spiritual essence of a consciousness labyrinth, its understanding of that construct increases exponentially.

By the fiftieth maze, the puppet didn't even need to use the bone blade; a mere touch to the surface was enough to disintegrate the target's mental structure.

"This learning speed..." came trembling murmurs from the audience.
"This is beyond normal comprehension... Just what is that thing?"

"Alpha's maze structure is a technology that she spent hundreds of years perfecting. How could it be completely cracked by a puppet in just a few minutes?"

The puppet's gaping maw opened again, emitting a chilling chewing sound.

With each unit of spiritual essence it absorbs, the runes on its body become more complex and intricate.

Those patterns are no longer just decorations; they have transformed into living carriers of knowledge, bearing the skills and memories plundered from the enemy.

In the blink of an eye, all the labyrinths of consciousness were reduced to ruins.

The puppet stood silently in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by countless fragments of the maze's ruins.

Those meticulously crafted mental structures are now reduced to meaningless, scattered shells.

"My life's work... my life's work of hundreds of years!"

Alpha was so enraged that she almost lost her mind; her nerve fiber body twisted and deformed from extreme anger.

Hundreds of brains simultaneously emitted piercing mental screams, attempting to directly attack the puppet's core consciousness.

But this level of mental impact is as gentle as a breeze to a puppet that has evolved multiple mental resistances.

The puppet didn't even glance back at her; it simply turned slowly toward its next prey.

"You...you dare to ignore me?!"

Alpha's anger instantly crossed the threshold.

She began to mobilize her primal power, completely disregarding the rules of the competition, preparing to personally tear this despicable puppet apart.

Just as she was about to make her move, a heavy, mountain-like pressure came from the other side.

That wasn't a simple display of power; it was the pure manifestation of killing intent.

It was as if an invisible giant sword was hanging over Alpha's head, ready to fall at any moment.

This is Nari's warning.

Although there were no words, the blatant threat said it all.

Anyone who dares to break the rules and harm her "child" will face the full force of an angry mother's revenge.

Alpha's anger was immediately overwhelmed by fear.

She could clearly sense the level of power that Nari was displaying.

That sense of oppression reminded her of how she felt when facing the Supreme Apostle.

"Fine...fine! I'm not playing with you bunch of lunatics anymore!"

Alpha trembled and retreated, its nerve fiber body rapidly contracting.

She tore open a spatial rift, preparing to escape this place of trouble.

Before leaving, she angrily tore several unfortunate audience members around her to pieces.

Those innocent awakened beings didn't even have time to scream before they were completely pulverized by the mental touch.

But no bystander dared to protest.

In the laws of the abyss, the strong hold absolute authority, and the lives of the weak are cheaper than weeds.

………………

The ensuing battles became even more bloody and brutal.

The "Corruption Forest" legion launched a new round of attacks.

Hundreds of enormous carnivorous plants opened their petals, which were covered with sharp teeth, and sprayed out strong acid powerful enough to dissolve steel.

These acids formed a green rain of death in the air, even corroding the air and making it hiss.

Instead of dodging, the puppet actively headed towards the area with the highest concentration of acid.

A bizarre scene unfolded when the corrosive liquid came into contact with its skin.

Instead of being corroded, the puppet began to greedily absorb the toxins.

Its skin surface is covered with countless micropores, which frantically absorb the corrosive substances around it like a sponge.

With the large intake of toxins, the puppet's body began to undergo new adaptive changes.

The skin becomes as hard as steel, while retaining the flexibility of biological tissue.

"Such rapid adaptive evolution... Good heavens..."

The voices from the audience were a mixture of awe and envy:

"To be able to undergo targeted evolution so quickly... what kind of awakened being could possess this ability..."

Carola's plant army soon reaped the bitter fruits of their labor.

Those poison attacks that they were originally so proud of were completely ineffective against the puppet.

Even more devastatingly, the puppet also demonstrated the terrifying ability to directly plunder the life essence of plants.

When its palm pressed against the trunk of a century-old, decaying tree, the tree's life force was instantly drained, turning it into a pile of lifeless dead wood.

The puppet's injuries healed rapidly under the nourishment of this pure life force.

Even the tiny scars left from previous battles have completely disappeared.

Half an hour later, the "Forest of Corruption" legion was completely wiped out.

Although Carola herself did not directly participate in the battle, through the symbiotic connection of the plant network, she could feel the pain of each subordinate when they died.

The feeling of having its life force forcibly drained caused even the plant apostle's physical form to begin showing signs of withering.

But given the precedent set by Alpha, she could only leave in disappointment, not daring to utter a single harsh word.

………………

The "Flesh and Blood Fusion" legion's attacks are more primitive and violent.

Nicholas's spliced ​​monsters have no fancy techniques, only the most direct physical collisions and savage bites.

Each spliced ​​warrior is a masterpiece of bioengineering:

The dragon's heart provides a powerful cycle of magical energy;

The demon's muscles possess the power to shatter mountains and split rocks;

There were also some unknown organs from the deeper reaches of the abyss, emanating a nauseating, twisted aura.

When the first assembled warrior lunged at the puppet, the impact was enough to collapse several city walls.

But the puppet did not retreat; instead, it took the initiative to fight back.

The moment the two bodies collided, a piercing metallic clang filled the air.

In a contest of pure strength, the puppet undoubtedly had the upper hand.

Its hands gripped the soldier's head like precision pliers, and then began a brutal "anatomical study".

The puppet's fingers, as precise as the sharpest scalpel, disassembled the opponent's body bit by bit along the seams.

It's not simple destruction, but in-depth research with a strong learning purpose.

Each time an organ is dissected, the puppet carefully "savors" its life essence, analyzing its structural principles and functional characteristics.

This learning method is brutal yet efficient; each "feeding" deepens its understanding of biological structures.

When the third piece of the puppet was completely "dissected", an amazing change occurred on the puppet.

Its muscle density increased significantly, and the scale patterns unique to dragons began to appear under its skin.

The heartbeat in my chest became as powerful as a war drum, each beat causing a slight vibration in the surrounding air.

The destruction of the "Flesh and Blood Fusion" legion was faster than that of any previous legion.

Because the puppets have fully mastered their core technology and have even surpassed their predecessors.

The last dozen or so assembly warriors didn't even dare to approach the puppet, and could only watch helplessly as they were hunted down one by one, like lambs to the slaughter.

………………

After several rounds of intense fighting, the substitute puppet's condition began to show obvious problems.

While each devouring grants it new abilities, it also brings enormous hidden dangers.

The essence of different types of enemies mixes and reacts within its body, producing an extremely complex biochemical conflict.

The puppet's appearance became increasingly distorted and terrifying, its body covered with various scars and signs of erosion left by battles.

The once smooth and fluid movements began to show obvious stuttering, and the accuracy of attacks gradually decreased.

The most serious problem is the accumulation of pollution.

Having absorbed too much heterogeneous energy, the puppet's core consciousness structure began to become extremely unstable.

The red light in its eyes began to flicker erratically, and the runes on its body surface began to intersect and overlap in a chaotic manner.

"Hahaha! Looks like Nari's toys are finally going to break!"

Derek let out a satisfied grin, and the church bells within his body began to chime joyfully:

"My Doomsday Gospel Corps will make this blasphemous being experience what true despair and judgment are like!"

His legions began to regroup.

After several rounds of careful observation, Dreyer had completely figured out the puppet's combat patterns and weaknesses.

Although it is highly adaptable, it has clearly reached its limit.

"Avenging angels, prepare for the final holy judgment."

Draiel's voice echoed on the spiritual level, and the remaining three fallen angels began to unleash the long-accumulated flames of vengeance within them:

"Let that blasphemous evil creature taste the true flavor of our sacred wrath!"

The discussion in the audience also became more lively:
"That puppet must really be reaching its limit; its movements are becoming increasingly stiff and sluggish."

"With so many vengeful units attacking together, even if the Apostle himself came, he would have to be careful."

"This farce is finally coming to an end. Nari's experimental subjects were ultimately just that—experimental subjects."

Magus stood quietly on the platform, observing the battlefield situation with unwavering focus in his nine eyes.

As the Supreme Apostle, he could clearly see the true state of the puppet.

Beneath that seemingly strong facade lay a fatal structural flaw.

At the same time, he also keenly sensed the terrifying pressure emanating from the VIP seats.

Nari obviously wouldn't stand by and watch his "treasure" be completely destroyed.

If the puppet is truly in dire straits, she might intervene directly, disregarding all the rules.

Given the level of power she is currently displaying, even her clone might not be able to stop her.

"This is indeed a dilemma..." Magus sneered inwardly.
"Let's see what Nari chooses... will he fully expose his strength, or watch helplessly as his beloved possession is destroyed?"

...Just when all the spectators thought the puppet was about to be defeated, a thick chaotic storm suddenly surged up in the sky above the arena.

Nari's enormous figure slowly appeared from the void, with countless tentacles swaying rhythmically in the air, radiating a suffocating pressure.

"Suspend the game!"

Her voice resounded like thunder throughout the arena, carrying an undeniable sense of authority:

“My child needs some… necessary technical adjustments.”

An eerie silence fell over the entire arena.

All living beings could clearly sense the danger and threat contained in Nari's words.

This is not a polite request, but a forceful notification.

Magus turned all nine of his eyes toward Nari at once, his voice filled with displeasure:

"There's no clause regarding a halftime break in the rules of the game. Nari, what you're doing..."

"rule?"

Nari's voice was full of contempt, and countless tentacles began to release pure chaotic energy:

“My child is injured, and any lousy ‘rules’ that try to stop me from taking care of him can go to the deepest abyss!”

Her threat was undisguised, and the entire spatial structure of the arena began to subtly distort and deform.

The abyssal creatures in the stands began to stir restlessly, and some of the more cunning ones had already quietly prepared their escape routes.

They could all keenly sense that if the conflict were to truly erupt into full force, the entire arena could be reduced to ruins in an instant.

Magus remained silent for a few seconds, as if weighing something, and finally could only nod slowly and helplessly:

"In that case... a five-minute pause in the game is permitted."

Although he is the first throne of the Supreme Apostle, what has come now is just an ordinary power clone.

Nari's condition at this moment was clearly abnormal, and if a war were to break out, the outcome would be difficult to predict.

On the other hand, he was also very interested in the mysterious powers that Nari had acquired.

Letting her continue showcasing the information might allow us to gather more valuable intelligence.

………………

A thick curtain of chaotic storm slowly descended, enveloping the puppet and Nari in a completely private space.

The audience outside could only see blurry changes in light and shadow, and could not hear any internal communication at all.

In this secluded and hidden space, Nari's image reverts to that of a gentle and kind "mother".

Her countless tentacles carefully circled the puppet, like an anxious parent checking on an injured child.

"Child...your clone is so badly injured this time..."

Nari's voice was full of heartache, and dozens of eyes were focused on the puppet, carefully examining every injury:
"Mom should have stopped this stupid match a long time ago... Those despicable guys don't deserve to fight you..."

Through a deep connection of consciousness, Ron could clearly feel Nari's sincere care and deep remorse.

"Mom, I'm okay."

He stroked the tentacles encircling him, while simultaneously conveying a sense of calm through their mental link:
"These injuries are just superficial. In fact, I'm preparing to try a more... direct fighting style."

"A more direct approach?"

Nari was somewhat confused; her senses clearly told her that the puppet was indeed nearing its limit.

"Baby, the core structure of your clone is already severely unstable... If you continue to force it..."

"I mean……"

Ron's voice became serious:
"I'm prepared to personally engage in the battle, deeply merge with this clone, and then fight the final battle."

Upon hearing this, Nari's eyes widened, and his tentacles trembled violently with terror.
"No! Absolutely not!"

Her voice was filled with fear and rejection:

"Child, fighting personally and achieving deep fusion are both too dangerous! Besides, this is the heart of the abyss, with all sorts of uncontrollable factors..."

"Mom, I understand your worries."

Ron's voice remained calm and firm:
“But I have carefully calculated all the risk factors, and…”

At this point, his tone softened:
"With my mother here to protect me, how could I possibly encounter any real danger?"
Your current strength is sufficient to handle any unexpected situation; in this arena, you are the absolute ruler.

Nari only realized what he had just said.

She looked around, feeling the immense power she now possessed.

Indeed, with her current level of strength, even Magus's clone is no match for her.

"But...but what if..."

Nari's voice still carried a deep worry, and dozens of tentacles gently caressed the puppet, like a mother reluctant to let go:
"Mom can't lose you. If anything happens to you, Mom will go crazy..."

"You won't lose me."

Ron's voice became gentler:
"This clone was originally a part of my power."

This fusion state is temporary and will automatically dissolve once the match ends.

"After the fusion, the puppet can even take my place in death once more. I assure you, there will be absolutely no danger."

Nari remained silent for a long time, engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

On the one hand, there is extreme concern for the "child's" safety, and on the other hand, there is trust in his judgment.

"Moreover, you can monitor the entire process and intervene at any time if any abnormality is found."

Ultimately, maternal support triumphed over the instinct to protect.

Nari looked deeply at the "child," then slowly nodded:

"Okay, but Mom will be watching you every second."

The match will be forcibly stopped immediately if any signs of danger are detected.

"That old man Magus, I don't care what he thinks!"

She began to mobilize her own primal power to provide energy support and environmental protection for the upcoming integration.

From the outside, the curtain of chaos and storms appears increasingly thick and mysterious.

It emitted waves of mysterious energy, like the creation sounds of ancient times.

The murmurs in the audience grew noisy and uneasy.

"What exactly is Nari doing?"

"The intensity of that energy fluctuation is definitely not a simple treatment process..."

"Is she planning to cheat openly?"

The attention of the three apostles, Delaire, Campos, and Crow, was also completely focused on the storm curtain.

They could all sense that some fundamental change was taking place, but they were completely unable to see the specific details of the situation.

This experience of being completely in the dark made them, who were used to being in control of everything, feel deeply uneasy.

………………

With Nari's full protection, the entire fusion process went exceptionally smoothly.

Her chaotic power, like the gentlest cradle, protected this connection of consciousness from any external interference.

When the fusion reaches a certain critical point, the puppet's body begins to undergo fundamental changes.

The distortions and damages that had occurred due to overload began to be rapidly repaired under the unified regulation of Ron's main consciousness.

The puppet's appearance was reshaped into a perfect human silhouette.

Its entire body is covered by a black exoskeleton that resembles biological armor.

The surface has vein-like patterns that pulsate slightly.

The armor's design style perfectly blends human aesthetics with the primal power of the abyss.

Each joint has sharp, blade-like protrusions that can be deployed as deadly weapons at any time during combat.

The armor on the shoulders and back can also be extended into various forms of killing organs.

In the right hand of the fused being, he held a uniquely shaped magic sword.

The sword blade shimmered with a silvery sheen like mercury, interspersed with the chaotic colors unique to Nari.

The hilt of the sword even shows structures resembling nerve endings, perfectly fitting the user's palm.

"Kid, you succeeded..."

Nari's voice was filled with pride and amazement, but also with deep concern:
"But this situation feels so dangerous. Are you sure you can control it?"

The fused entity slowly raised its head.

Ron could clearly feel an unprecedented power within him, a product of the perfect fusion of wizarding rationality and abyssal savagery.

"I'm fine, Mom."

His voice was as calm as ever:
"This feeling... is even more perfect than I imagined."

Strength, speed, and reaction ability have all made a qualitative leap.

Moreover, the various enhancements he absorbed from his enemies have now become part of his power.

"However, time is limited, I need to get back to fighting quickly."

He gently stroked one of Nari's nearest tentacles.

Although Nari was still filled with worries, seeing the "child's" confident and composed demeanor, he could only choose to trust his judgment.

"Remember, if there is any danger, tell your mother immediately."

She released her arms from tightly embracing her child and gave him a final word of advice:

"Mom will always be watching over you."

………………

The five-minute pause passed quickly, and the curtain of the chaotic storm began to slowly dissipate.

When the audience could see the center of the battlefield again, all the noise stopped abruptly, and the entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

The figure standing there is indeed still the same one, but its form of existence has undergone a radical and earth-shattering change.

The distorted and terrifying alien appearance had completely disappeared, replaced by a slender armored warrior.

A large-scale commotion began to break out in the audience.

Some sensitive beings even felt an instinctive fear originating from the depths of their blood.

"This kind of breath..."

The bells of the De Layle Church tolled incessantly, proclaiming the surging emotions within me at that moment:
"The aura emanating from him is neither pure wizarding power nor the standard aura of an Abyss Awakener, but a perfect fusion of the two."

Multiple parts of Camps' body trembled violently at the same time:

"This form of existence violates all known laws of power. The wizarding system and the nature of the abyss are inherently incompatible; how could they possibly coexist harmoniously?"

Magus's nine eyes were fixed on the figure in the center of the battlefield.

“Nari…”

For the first time, a look of utter bewilderment appeared in his nine eyes:
"What kind of monster did you pick up?"

Nari, sitting in the VIP section, pretended not to hear and simply gazed quietly at her "child".

She could feel that familiar yet unfamiliar fluctuation of consciousness, confirming that it was indeed her beloved treasure.

In the center of the battlefield, the fused entity slowly raised its head.

As his gaze swept over Draiel's massive legion of vengeance, the horde of fallen religious warriors involuntarily took a step back.

"Sorry to keep you waiting for so long."

He spoke for the first time during the battle, using the newly learned common Abyss language:
"Now, let's continue the game."

(End of this chapter)