Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 408 Magus was crushed

The indigo clouds above the arena churned like a tide, occasionally flashing with silver lightning.

Magus's eerie spider mask appeared even more sinister against the backdrop of the clouds.

From that first sentence onward, he began sending private mental signals to the other party to prevent interference:
“Nari…”

His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, yet beneath that gentleness lay an unfathomable danger.
"You know what? Looking at you now reminds me of some things from a very, very long time ago..."

Magus's figure drifted slowly through the air, each movement carrying a hypnotic rhythm:

"Back then, although things were chaotic, at least... you were safe. No one felt threatened by your presence, and no one wanted to hurt you."

As he spoke, a complex emotion, akin to nostalgia, flickered in his eyes:

"But look at it now... you're actually going to make an enemy of the entire Abyss."

Although your strength has improved somewhat, do you really think you can stand against the thirteen Supreme Apostles and the countless other Apostles all by yourself?

Upon hearing these words, Nari's countless tentacles began to sway restlessly.

Her massive body trembled slightly, and hundreds of eyes gleamed with confusion.

As a naturally chaotic being, her thought process became clearer because of Ron's kindness.

But even faced with such suggestive words, one can still feel confused.

"I...I just wanted to protect my child..."

Nari's voice held a hint of uncertainty; her maternal instincts were beginning to clash with her rational thinking.
"What's wrong with this? Shouldn't we...shouldn't we have done this?"

Magus keenly caught the wavering in her words.

Denying the other person at this time may provoke their rebellious emotions.

You should go along with what the other person is saying, and then subtly guide them.

This is a negotiation technique.

With this in mind, he began to quickly adjust his strategy.

Magus's voice became gentler, like that of an elder caring for a younger person:
"Of course it's true, maternal love is the greatest emotion in the world."

But Nari, true love isn't blind protection, it's... a wise choice.

His nine eyes began to blink rhythmically.

Each change in the light was sending subtle hints to Nari's subconscious:
"Think about it, what if his situation is really as dangerous as I'm saying?"

So, if we continue to indulge his greedy draining of power, won't he ultimately be the one who gets hurt?

"I've already shown you what happened to the evil hunter."

That kind of utter destruction at the level of existence, where even the soul cannot be preserved…

Magus's voice carried a hint of sympathy, as if he were genuinely heartbroken for Nari's plight:
"We just wanted to help him avoid that terrible ending."

Some necessary research, and appropriately removing him from your power infusion—all of this is for his own good…

Nari's thoughts began to fall into deep contradictions.

On the one hand, her maternal instincts told her to protect her "child" at all costs.

On the other hand, Magus's words did touch upon her deepest fears.

What if Ron really does self-destruct like the Evil Hunter?

"But, but..."

Her voice became hesitant, and her eyes were filled with pain and inner turmoil.

"If he loses the power I give him, will he still... will he still love me as his mother?"

Magus saw that Nari had completely fallen into the mental trap he had set, and a smug look flashed in his eyes.

He deliberately slowed his tone, making his voice more seductive:
“Nari, believe me, we’re all doing this for his own good. And…”

All nine of his eyes turned to Ron, who was still in the middle of the battlefield, and his tone became more "sincere":
"Didn't you notice?"
Since his appearance, many apostles of the Abyss have begun to look at you with strange eyes.

Nightmare Queen Selena, Mad-Biting Mogroon, and Blood-Tears Grand Duke Asmond…

"They seem fearful now, but how long do you think that fear will last?"

Once they unite with the other apostles, you alone...

Magus didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already very clear.

This suggestion amplified Nari's fear to a new level.

She imagined herself and Ron being besieged by the entire Abyss, and the sense of despair made her tentacles tremble violently.

"I...what should I do?"

Nari's voice became helpless and confused, like that of a bewildered child:

"I just want to protect him. I don't want anyone to hurt him, but if my protection ends up harming him instead..."

Just as Nari was completely lost in thought, Magus acted decisively.

Without any warning, without any indication, even the intent to attack was perfectly concealed.

Countless black threads, as thin as hair, emerged from nothingness.

These threads are not made of any material, but are a manifestation of the pure concept of "binding".

"Since you're still hesitating, let me make the decision for you."

Magus's voice turned cold and ruthless, devoid of its previous feigned gentleness:

"After all, some choices are too important to be made by a mindless apostle like you who only acts on emotions."

The two apostles communicated extremely quickly at the level of consciousness.

So much so that when Magus launched his attack, Ron had only walked a few dozen meters toward Nari's location.

The black threads swam in the air like serpents, then coiled around him at an incredible speed.

Their movement trajectories completely disregard spatial distance, allowing them to jump directly to their target.

Terrified screams erupted from the audience:
"Damn it, they've really started fighting!"

"It's over! No matter how strong that monster is, it can't break free from the constraints of the conceptual level!"

"Nari's going crazy! Run!"

However, at the critical moment, Ron's intuition gave him a warning in advance.

The astrologer's special premonition allowed him to vaguely see a terrifying image of himself being tightly bound by black threads.

Sure enough, that old bastard Magus was up to no good.

The moment the thought crossed Ron's mind, he began to implement the emergency escape plan he had already rehearsed.

A strange fluctuation erupted from his body.

That's a special ability from "Thousand Transformations"—recording replay.

During his close encounter with Nari, Ron has recorded some of her chaotic storm power.

Although, due to limitations, it can only record power levels close to those of Dark Sun, it is still barely sufficient.

Now, this power has been partially reproduced, forming a chaotic force field around him.

The pure, primordial chaos began to interfere with Magus's threads.

Those constraints that should have been invincible began to show slight delays and deviations under the impact of chaotic forces.

"what?!"

Magus's nine eyes widened simultaneously, and the runes on the mask's surface flashed violently:

"How could he possibly unleash chaotic power on his own? That's a privilege reserved for those born with chaotic nature..."

But what truly opened his eyes was yet to come.

Ron took a silver pocket watch from his pocket.

The moment the pocket watch was opened, the flow of time around him began to change strangely.

"Bite down on the second hand!"

It's not a simple matter of speeding up or slowing down, but a more stable manipulation of time—time freezing.

Magus felt his movements becoming sluggish, as if he were sinking into some kind of invisible quagmire.

The speed at which the silk threads moved was also severely affected, and the capture process, which could originally be completed in an instant, became slow and clumsy.

This was only because his power level was far superior to Ron's, which gave him some resistance to time stagnation; otherwise, he should have been completely frozen in time.

"This power of time..."

Magus's consciousness began frantically searching for information deep within his memories.

That intensely rigid sense of stagnation reminded him of a name that had almost been forgotten:
"'Clock King' Erica..."

He was a legendary great wizard from the end of the Second Era, and an absolute authority in the field of time manipulation.

Even Nath, the "Invisible Mist," a Supreme Apostle specializing in time manipulation, is far inferior to him.

Magus could never forget how that legendary being single-handedly turned the tide and banished more than a dozen primordial apostles in one fell swoop.

At that time, he was just an insignificant Morning Star Wizard, only able to watch from afar the battle that changed the era.

The giant clock manifested by Erica's ethereal remains almost rewrote the time rules of the entire battlefield.

Those once-arrogant primordial apostles were utterly powerless against the mighty power of time, like lambs to the slaughter.

And now, the same aura of power has appeared on the other party!

"Impossible! Erica and the dozen or so Primal Apostles who fought her were banished to the river of time long after that battle. How could her legacy have leaked out..."

It was this brief moment of hesitation that gave Ron the perfect opportunity to escape.

The second hand of the silver pocket watch began to rotate counterclockwise, and the time runes on the dial emitted a dazzling light.

This is another ability that was unlocked after the brief encounter with the Time Hound – time jump.

The next moment, Ron's figure vanished like a bubble, then reappeared in a safe area nearly a kilometer away.

There was no movement trace throughout the entire process.

It was as if he disappeared from the current point in time and then appeared at another point in time.

Magus's restraints completely failed, and the black threads swayed helplessly in the air before finally dissipating into nothingness.

"Time jump..."

His voice was filled with deep apprehension, and his nine eyes were fixed on Ron, who had returned to stand beside Nari:
"Who exactly are you? And why are you able to use Erica's time-manipulation magic?"

Ron slowly put away the pocket watch; its silver surface appeared particularly mysterious under the reflection of the chaotic storm.
"Some secrets are not for you to know."

His voice was calm as still water, but the threat it contained chilled even Magus to the bone:

“But I can tell you one thing—next time, I won’t just run away.” Seeing his “child” safe and sound, Nari breathed a sigh of relief, but his anger had reached its peak.

The confusion and bewitching feeling from before completely vanished, replaced by pure maternal protective anger.

"Mages!!!"

Her roar shook the entire arena, and countless tentacles began to release pure chaotic energy:

"You despicable liar! How dare you harm my child!"

Now Nari truly understands that all of Magus's "concern" was a false pretense.

His true purpose from the beginning was to capture Ron.

This anger at being deceived, coupled with the fear of almost losing the "child".

This caused the power of this naturally chaotic being to surge to an unprecedented level.

The arena began to distort on a large scale, and even the protective barriers of the stands were on the verge of collapse under the impact of the chaotic storm.

The spatial structure of the entire arena began to distort violently, and the boundaries of reality became blurred in the face of her rage.

The ground began to crack, and even the very foundation of existence was shaken.

The lights in the audience seats began to flash wildly, and some low-level awakened individuals who could not withstand the pressure fainted.

Countless enormous tentacles emerged from the void, each radiating a terrifying pressure powerful enough to shake reality.

These tentacles, unlike their usual relatively gentle form towards Ron, completely unleashed the primal killing intent inherent in their innate apostle nature.

The surface is covered with terrifying patterns that flow like magma, and when the air comes into contact with these patterns, it makes a hissing corrosion sound.

The tentacles are tipped with various destructive organs:

Some have enormous mouths covered with serrated teeth, capable of swallowing up anything they come into contact with;
Some are sharp spikes covered with poison glands, each containing enough chaotic toxins to kill an Apostle-level being;
Others are pure energy aggregates, emitting terrifying radiation that distorts even space itself.

This was the first time Nari had displayed his true strength since regaining his sanity, and his power far exceeded the expectations of those present.

"Mages! You vile, crossbred, filthy piece of shit!"

Nari's voice echoed like thunder across the arena.

Her rage erupted like a burst dam, and hundreds of eyes burned with the flames of revenge.
"I'm going to tear every single thread of yours to shreds!"

Sensing the terrifying power displayed by Nari, the entire arena was plunged into extreme panic.

The church of Dreyer began to tremble violently, and the bells inside tolled rapidly and chaotically.
"They're insane! They're all insane! This level of combat will destroy the entire arena!"

His imprisoned souls began to pray frantically, not for help from their master, but for this terrible conflict to end as soon as possible.

Different parts of Campos's body trembled simultaneously in different spaces, and the spatial rifts became extremely unstable due to fear:
"Run! This is a battle we can't get involved in! A full-scale conflict between two monstrous beings... even space itself can't withstand it!"

Kro activated his senses, attempting to predict the course of the battle, but what he saw only deepened his despair:
"The timeline shows that the probability of death for those who remain here is 99.9%! All possible future paths point to the same outcome—complete annihilation!"

Tens of thousands of abyssal creatures began to flee in panic.

The sounds of trampling, fighting, and the energy fluctuations of spatial teleportation blended together, turning the entire arena into a sea of ​​panic.

Some creatures with strong flying abilities crashed through the arena's dome and fled into the sky in a desperate attempt to escape.

Other beings with teleportation abilities desperately tore open spatial rifts, even if it meant being teleported to a dangerous random location, it was better than staying here.

Some of the faster land creatures trampled over the corpses of their companions and sprinted frantically toward the nearest exit.

In this extremely chaotic environment, the abyssal nature of the survival of the fittest is fully exposed.

Powerful creatures do not hesitate to use the weak as human shields or stepping stones;
Some speculators took the opportunity to plunder other people's property;

There were even a few fanatical awakened individuals who tried to take advantage of the chaos to attack other refugees and convert them into their own nourishment.

The stands were filled with blood of various colors, severed limbs, and various unidentifiable bodily fluids.

The air was thick with a mixture of fear, despair, and anger, like a pot of boiling emotional poison.

Magus realized the seriousness of the situation, but it was too late to salvage it.

He hadn't expected Nari's anger to be so intense, nor had he anticipated that her strength would increase to such an exaggerated degree.

"Nari! Calm down!"

He attempted to ease the situation through rational persuasion:
"We can sit down and talk things out! There's no need to go to such extremes!"

But such persuasion was meaningless in the face of a mother who was furious to the extreme.

Nari didn't even bother to say another word to him.

After freeing up some of the branch tentacles to protect Ron, the main tentacles slammed into Magus's clone like a battering ram.

The chaotic aura on the surface of the tentacles left long energy trails as they moved at high speed, instantly ionizing the air and emitting a piercing shriek.

Magus's void threads attempt to weave a protective net.

Millions of fine, hair-like black lines intertwine and weave in the air, forming layers upon layers of barriers.

But in the face of an absolute power disparity, such weaving techniques appear pale and powerless.

Nari's tentacles struck the silken network, and the resulting shockwave immediately spread throughout the arena.

Its silken web began to crack under the impact of the primordial chaotic forces, followed by a large-scale collapse.

"terrible……"

For the first time, genuine fear appeared in Magus's nine eyes:
"How could her power be so strong? Even if my true form were here, I wouldn't dare say I could withstand such an impact head-on..."

As the first throne of the Supreme Apostle, Magus has witnessed countless short-term power boosts throughout his long life.

But the level of power that Nari is displaying is so high that it's completely unreasonable.

This is not just an ordinary increase in power, but a leap in existence.

The second attack followed immediately, this time with all three tentacles launching an attack simultaneously.

They attacked from three different angles, blocking all of Magus's evasive routes.

The destructive organs on the surface of the tentacles were fully activated, and dense energy rays poured down like a torrential rain.

Magus was forced to use more powerful protective measures, with all nine eyes simultaneously emitting blinding light and projecting dozens of barriers.

But these barriers were as fragile as paper in the face of Nari's attack, and were torn to shreds in an instant.

"No...this attack pattern..."

As the battle progressed, Magus suddenly realized a fact that made him even more anxious:

"She wasn't completely out of control in a fit of rage, but rather launching a planned, targeted attack—the ability to perfectly balance anger and reason..."

Nari's every attack was precisely aimed at his vital points, and every angle was calculated perfectly.

This precise tactical coordination formed an eerie contrast with her display of violent rage.

As the battle intensified, the attacks became increasingly fierce.

Nari mobilized all the chaotic energy within his body, and hundreds of tentacles attacked from all directions like a swarm of snakes.

Each tentacle possesses a different killing mode:
Some release strong acidic corrosive substances;

Some emit dense chaotic rays;
Some resort to physical impact, attempting to completely crush the enemy.

Magus's clones began to show obvious damage under this intense attack.

Although it was just a clone, he still possessed strength far exceeding that of an ordinary apostle.

But even so, they still seemed powerless against Nari's rampage.

"Damn it...where does this madman's power come from...?"

His nine eyes began to dim one by one, and cracks appeared on the surface of his mask:
"Could it be so terrifying for someone born into chaos to gain such high rationality? There's never been a precedent for this in history..."

Just as he was trying to reorganize his defenses, Nari had already stopped attacking.

Hundreds of tentacles contracted simultaneously, binding Magus tightly, and then all the force was compressed into one of the main tentacles.

The tentacle was covered with layers of chaotic power, and the pressure it emitted caused the entire arena to distort.

"ended."

Nari's voice became unusually calm, but the chilling killing intent it contained was even more terrifying than his previous rage:
"This is what happens when you break the rules and hurt my child."

The main tentacle seized Magus's spider head with lightning precision.

"Wait, we can talk some more..."

Magus tried to make one last attempt, but Nari was no longer willing to listen to any explanations.

That eerie mask, woven from millions of threads, was as fragile as paper in the face of his immense power.

"Crack!"

Under the horrified gaze of all the spectators, the Supreme Apostle was crushed on the spot.

The immense pressure acted on every structural node of the mask, causing the intricate network of threads to begin to collapse over a large area.

Black energy essence splashed out like a fountain, forming eerie vortexes of light in the air.

The abyssal power contained in these essences is extremely concentrated, and every drop exudes a suffocating pressure.

Some viewers who inadvertently came into contact with these essences immediately experienced strange changes throughout their bodies.

Some bodies began to twist erratically, while others were directly torn to pieces by the power of the void.

This was a terrifying scene that none of the creatures present had ever witnessed before.

Even some of the most knowledgeable ancient people never imagined they would witness the “death” of a Supreme Apostle.

It should be understood that even a clone is a terrifying existence that far surpasses the power of an ordinary apostle.

And now, such a thing was crushed on the spot, as easily as crushing a mosquito.

The audience's reaction shifted from panic to deathly silence.

All attempts to escape ceased, tens of thousands of eyes staring blankly at the still-struggling wisp of void essence in Nari's hand.

"Is this... is this true?"

An ancient awakened one trembled as he muttered to himself:

"The Supreme Apostle... has been killed?"

"Even if it's just an avatar... it's still a Supreme Apostle..."

Another voice, filled with unbelievable shock:
"Has Nari's strength... reached this level?"

Many more abyssal creatures were so utterly stunned by this scene that they even forgot to continue their escape.

In the cruel laws of the abyss, absolute power is absolute authority.

The power that Nari just displayed has exceeded the limits of their comprehension.

(End of this chapter)