Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 406 Off-field assistance?

Ron slowly raised the demonic sword in his hand, its silver blade gleaming eerily in the blood-red light of the abyss.

The surface of the sword is covered with a water-like pattern, and each pulse is perfectly synchronized with the user's heartbeat.

The remaining legions—the remnants of "Void Devouring," "Flesh Fusion," and the survivors of "Dimensional Rift"—began to regroup after a brief period of shock.

Although these abyss warriors were used to all kinds of terrifying scenes, the aura emanating from Ron still made them feel more uneasy than ever before.

It was a sense of threat that transcended conventional understanding, an instinctive fear akin to facing a natural enemy.

Within the massive body of the Dreyer Cathedral, hundreds of imprisoned souls began to stir restlessly.

Those who were once devout religious people have now stopped their usual wailing and instead uttered a kind of whisper that is almost awe-inspiring.

"It's really scary..."

Dreyer's green eyes were fixed on the figure in the center of the battlefield, and the chimes in his chest became rapid and irregular:

“That aura… it’s neither pure wizarding power nor a standard Abyss Awakening; it reminds me of the ‘Balance Destroyer’ mentioned in the ancient prophecy…”

Over the long course of history, Dreyer had seen related records in certain forbidden texts.

It was about a legendary being who could break down the natural opposition between wizards and the abyss, merging two completely different power systems into one.

However, those records all describe it as a theoretical possibility, and no one has ever actually achieved such a fusion.

"If it really is..."

Dreyer's mind began to race, analyzing the possible consequences of this change:
"The emergence of this existence will completely rewrite the balance of power between the Abyss and the main world."

Both wizards and abyssal creatures will face an unprecedented threat.

An unprecedentedly solemn expression appeared on Krona's face, which was already marked by the cracks of time.

As an observer of time, his perception extends to much more distant future branches.

"I saw……"

His voice seemed to come from the depths of time, carrying a tremor akin to fear:

"Countless timelines began to diverge dramatically after that existence appeared."

In some branches, the entire power structure of the Abyss is completely rewritten;
In some branches, the boundary between the main world and the abyss disappears; in other branches…

Kro paused, and the cracks in time flickered wildly around him:
"In some branches, even I can't see the outcome."

Time itself becomes blurred in the face of those possibilities, as if some force beyond time is interfering with my observation.

As Ron saw the enemies gathering, the magic sword in his hand began to subtly change.

The silver blade flowed like liquid, reshaping its own form.

The blade gradually elongates and thins, the metallic fluid redistributes, forming a more elegant yet deadly curved profile.

The hand guard extends into a streamlined, curved structure, which is both aesthetically pleasing and practical, and can perfectly protect the user's hands.

A flexible string begins to grow from the end of the sword hilt.

It is an invisible string made of pure energy.

Each string is directly connected to the user's mental energy and can be precisely adjusted according to their will.

"Child, this change in form..."

Nari's voice echoed deep within his consciousness, tinged with obvious worry:
"Isn't this draining too much of your mental energy? Mom can feel your consciousness fluctuating violently..."

As a mother, she is keenly aware of subtle changes in her child's state.

Although it appears stable on the surface, the deep structure of consciousness is indeed under tremendous pressure.

"Don't worry, Mom."

Ron's response remained calm and confident, but his tone also carried a certain warm reassurance:
"This is the result of the natural evolution of power; the Demon Sword is adapting to the form I truly need."

This pressure is within a tolerable range and will gradually lessen as the adaptation process is completed.

He did not hide the fact that he was indeed under pressure, but he also did not exaggerate the danger.

This candid communication style actually made Nari feel more at ease.

After the transformation was complete, the magic sword in Ron's hand had turned into a uniquely shaped longbow.

The bow is entirely silver, with energy patterns flowing across its surface like a galaxy.

The bowstring was formed from pure magic, shimmering faintly in the air.

The weapon exudes an elegant yet deadly beauty, like a ritual artifact used exclusively by the ancient Elf King.

Faced with the regrouped "Void Devourer" legion, Ron slowly drew back the energy string.

These bizarre beings from the eighth level feed on reality, and each individual is a walking embodiment of nothingness.

Their attack methods are extremely terrifying; they can turn everything they touch into absolute emptiness, leaving no trace of existence.

But it is precisely this pure evil nature that makes them the perfect targets for the "hunting evil" skill.

Ron began to use the technical principles of the Ring of Radiance, but the way it was applied changed fundamentally.

Instead of creating flying birds of light, the light elements are directly condensed into arrow shapes.

When the bowstring is fully drawn, an arrow made of pure light takes shape on the string.

The arrow was completely transparent, with energy flowing inside like liquid starlight, radiating a pure aura that made all evil beings tremble.

"go."

Ron released the bowstring.

The light arrow shot towards the nearest Void Devourer like lightning, so fast that even space itself didn't have time to ripple.

The moment the arrow struck its target, the abyssal creature, whose essence was nothingness, began to tremble violently.

The "hollow" quality within the body clashed violently with the physical nature of the light, repelling each other like fire and water.

The Void Devourer's body began to show unstable fluctuations.

The originally perfect hollow structure was forcibly filled, and its form of existence was fundamentally disordered.

Finally, it completely disintegrated amidst a piercing sound of space tearing apart, erasing even the most basic traces of its existence.

A gasp of amazement erupted from the audience.

The terror of the Void Devourer is known to all creatures of the abyss.

That ability to turn everything into nothingness is something even some high-level awakened beings must be wary of.

But in Ron's presence, these terrifying beings, who inspired fear in everyone, were as fragile as paper.

"It's kind of like the traits of those witchers..."

Derek's voice was filled with profound shock:
“Each arrow carries the power to punish evil, this targeted restraint…”

He paused, a hint of fear flashing in his green flame eyes:
"It's as if they were created specifically to hunt us."

Ron had entered a transcendent combat state, where his consciousness and weapon were perfectly unified.

The bowstrings twanged repeatedly, like the death knell of the Grim Reaper, each note announcing the death of an enemy.

The light arrows poured out like a torrential rain, each one precisely hitting the target's fatal weakness.

This was not a blind, overwhelming attack, but a precise, calculated sniping strike.

The wizard's rationality and the fighting instincts of the substitute puppet are perfectly integrated.

This allows him to analyze the weaknesses of dozens of targets simultaneously and formulate the optimal strike sequence.

The space warriors of Campos attempt to evade attacks by jumping between dimensions, blinking and moving between multiple spatial planes.

However, the power of the stars contained within the light arrow has already transcended the limitations of space.

Furthermore, the insight provided by "Time-Aware Eye" is just the right amount to penetrate obstacles and disguises involving dimensional changes and get straight to the essence of the target.

The arrows seemed to possess a spirit, piercing through dimensional barriers and carrying away enemies scattered across multiple spatial planes.

Those space warriors who thought they were safe were completely exposed to the arrows, as if they were transparent.

Within minutes, hundreds of enemies vanished into nothingness, leaving the entire battlefield empty.

Only a few dozen survivors remained, trembling at the edge of the battlefield, too afraid to take another step forward.

Seeing that their legion was about to be completely annihilated, the apostles, including Draiel, and the remaining apostles from other legions began an emergency communication.

In the social systems of abyssal creatures, direct mental dialogue is a common form of communication among high-ranking beings.

In this way, they can exchange large amounts of complex information instantly without being detected by outsiders.

"We can't let that monster continue like this..."

De Laier initiated the communication, and the bells within the church became urgent and chaotic:
“I sensed a real danger, a form of existence that not only threatens our legion, but also the very foundation of our very existence.”

His judgment was not unfounded.

As an ancient apostle from the same era as "Mad Bit" Mogroon, Draiel had seen far too many so-called "geniuses" and "miracles".

But nothing has ever made him feel such a strong sense of crisis.

It felt like facing a natural enemy, an instinctive warning written deep in our genes.

“Improperly injecting power will incur Magus’s punishment…” Cecilia, the “Hollow Heart,” spoke with obvious hesitation in her strange voice, the severed head she held in her hand shaking incessantly.
“But you’re right, Draiel. In this situation… we have to take action. I’d rather get rid of this damned little monster than face Lord Magus’s punishment.”

She could clearly sense that if Ron continued to develop, all the apostles present might face annihilation.

The immediate threat is clearly more deadly than the punishment from the Supreme Apostle.

"I've observed some terrifying timeline branches..."

Crowe's sense of time extended into the future once more, but what he saw made him even more uneasy:
"If we don't stop him here, some kind of... indescribable disaster will occur in the future."

I saw the power structure of the Abyss completely rewritten, I saw the boundary between the main world and the Abyss disappear, I even saw…

His voice began to tremble:
"Even the most powerful apostles are now facing an unprecedented predicament."

The timeline is too convoluted for me to make out the specific details, but the danger is obvious.

After a brief but intense exchange of consciousness, the legions and the remaining apostles finally reached a consensus.

Although violations can have serious consequences, the immediate threat outweighs considerations of personal gain or loss.

If no action is taken, they may not even have the chance to face the consequences.

"Then... let's get started."

As soon as Delaire took action, the church began to emit a strong, dark red light.

He secretly infused his primal power—an intense hatred for the divine and a burning desire for revenge—into the remaining fragments of corpses on the battlefield.

This is the spiritual poison he has accumulated over thousands of years, enough to pollute any sacred existence.

Campos followed closely behind, spatial rifts opening and closing wildly around him.

He threw his most precious spatial fragments into the battlefield, giving those remnants the terrifying ability to exist simultaneously in multiple dimensions.

Kro then mobilized the power of the River of Time, injecting a distorted time curse into the battlefield.

This allows the fallen warriors to reunite in a time rewind and gain the terrifying power to manipulate the flow of local time.

Cecilia and several other apostles also began to mobilize their respective forces...

Catalyzed by power, a chilling change began to occur on the battlefield.

Scattered body parts, broken weapons, and even the blood mist in the air began to eerily converge towards the center.

A colossal monster, nearly a hundred meters tall, slowly rose in the center of the battlefield; its very existence was a desecration of life.

The monster's head combines the hollow qualities of a Void Devourer with the multiple faces of a flesh monster.

Dozens of faces of different races moved across its surface, each face bearing the pain and anger of its deceased self.

The most terrifying thing is that the eye sockets of these faces are completely empty.

Staring at them gives the observer a terrifying experience of having their soul sucked into an abyss.

Its torso has a hollow structure like a cathedral, with an inextinguishable fire of revenge burning inside.

Through the void, one can see countless twisted souls struggling and wailing in the flames.

Their once devout faith has now turned into hatred for all sacred things.

Its limbs are even more bizarrely structured, constantly flashing across different spatial planes, and each attack comes from an unpredictable angle.

Sometimes an arm will extend from the ground, and sometimes it will suddenly descend from the sky.

The flow of time around the entire monster was distorted, and although its movements appeared slow, it actually moved as fast as lightning.

This sense of disorientation can severely disrupt the enemy's judgment, causing all defenses and counterattacks to lose their accuracy.

Although he noticed the three apostles' obvious misconduct, Magus did not intervene.

His eyes locked onto several apostles simultaneously, his gaze becoming extremely dangerous.

"Illegally injecting primal power..."

The voice was as cold as the polar wind, each syllable piercing the depths of the listener's consciousness like a sharp blade.

"You should all be very clear about the consequences of this behavior."

But then he immediately changed the subject, saying pointedly:

"However, considering the current special circumstances, after the battle, each of you will hand over enough of your territory's 'special products' to me, and I will pretend I didn't see what happens next."

Several apostles who were initially somewhat agitated immediately brightened up upon hearing this, understanding what the other party meant.

Magus's nine eyes were fixed on Ron, and the runes on the surface of his mask began to glow faintly.

As the most cunning of the Supreme Apostles, he knew perfectly well that now was the perfect opportunity to test the other party.

Although the violations by the apostles such as Delaire did indeed violate the basic rules of the warm-up competition.

But the stitch they created happens to be the perfect testing tool.

"let me see……"

Magus silently calculated in his mind, his eyes observing the battlefield from different angles: "Where is the upper limit of your power?"

In the center of the battlefield, Ron calmly gazed at the enormous monster before him.

"A terrifying combination technique..."

He muttered to himself, while simultaneously beginning to reassess his tactical strategy:
"The superposition of space, time, flesh and blood... has created an unprecedented opponent."

On the other side, feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from the stitched monster, all of Nari's tentacles tensed up.

Hundreds of eyes of varying sizes turned simultaneously toward the center of the battlefield, filled with worry and anger.

"This is no longer a fair match..."

Her voice roared from the depths of her consciousness, and her massive body began to emanate a dangerous aura due to the emotional turmoil:
“Those despicable guys cheated; they teamed up to create this monster, clearly intending to kill my child…”

Countless tentacles began to sway uncontrollably, and the surrounding space bubble began to boil because of her anger.

Nari almost disregarded all the rules and charged straight down, intending to tear that blasphemous stitched body to shreds with his own body.

But just as she was about to act, another voice rose from the depths of her heart:
"However, if I intervene now, it would be a sign of distrust in the baby's abilities..."

As a mother, she truly wanted to protect her child from any harm.

However, she also clearly knows that overprotection will only deprive children of opportunities to grow.

Moreover, Ron has demonstrated abilities and wisdom that have exceeded her expectations on more than one occasion.

Perhaps, this time he can create a miracle again.

Just as Nari was having an internal struggle, Ron turned to look in the direction of the VIP seats.

Although they were far apart, he could clearly feel his "mother's" anxiety and struggle through their connection of consciousness.

Ron nodded in Nari's direction.

The message of "Please believe me" was conveyed to the anxious "mother" with such clarity and substance.

There were no words, no promises, just a simple exchange of glances.

But that's enough.

Nari sensed the confidence and composure of her child, and her inner turmoil gradually subsided.

"All right……"

She took a deep breath, and all the tentacles returned to calm:
"Mom believes in you, but if there's a real danger to your life, Mom will step in immediately, regardless of the rules..."

With Nari's support, Ron turned his attention back to the enormous threat at hand.

"The primal powers of the three apostles have merged..."

Ron quickly analyzed his opponent's abilities in his mind:
"Dreyer's fire of vengeance provides spiritual poison and amplifies hatred;

The spatial fragments of Campos endow them with the ability to exist in multiple dimensions;
"Kro's time curse distorts the local flow of time..."

Because of his deep understanding of the enemy, he also discovered the key weakness.

"Although the forces from different sources are powerful, they lack a unified will to coordinate them. This forced combination will inevitably result in structural defects."

Moreover, since the other party can secretly infuse their apostle power into creation.

He can also rely on off-field support without any reservations.

You want to rely on foreign aid, huh? I'll join in too!
Ron begins to forge a deeper power connection with Nari.

The blood from Nari was carefully incorporated during the creation of the magic sword.

Now, they have become the perfect medium for energy conduction.

Nari sensed the child's distress signal and opened his power channel without hesitation.

The surging primordial chaotic power flowed continuously into his body through this link.

Ron raised the magic sword in his hand, its tip pointing towards the sky above the arena.

As the power of chaos was activated, the entire weapon began to emit a strong silver light, mixed with the unique chaotic colors of the Nari.

The next moment, thick chaotic clouds began to gather above the arena.

(End of this chapter)