Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 469 Words of Power: Command!
Sir Soul led Ron through the massive dragonbone arcades to the deepest part of the Howling Corridor.

The scenery here is breathtaking.

Countless elemental crystals of various colors are embedded in the cave walls like stars, each radiating a pure and intense light.

But what's most eye-catching are the few chaotic crystals floating in the center of the cave.

They slowly "breathe," and the surrounding air is distorted due to the energy overload.

"These crystals are all natural products of the keel resonance."

Soul Jazz proudly introduced:

"Whenever a lunar eclipse occurs, the underground keel network resonates, condensing the dissipated magic into these beautiful crystals."

There are hundreds of ordinary elemental crystals, and four chaotic crystals.

Ron did a rough calculation and found that, based solely on the crystals here, he could far surpass all other participants in terms of points.

“But, child, what is more precious than these crystals is this wall.”

Soul Knight drifted towards a huge stone wall deep inside the cave, which was covered with intricate murals.

The murals are painted with exquisite skill, and every detail is lifelike.

The content recorded on the screen caused Ron's pupils to suddenly contract.

First image:
A massive spiral galaxy slowly rotates in the universe, with countless planets scattered throughout like pearls.

But at the edge of the galaxy, a massive shadow is slowly approaching, and wherever it passes, planets are extinguished one after another.

The second image:
Countless dragons looked up at the sky in terror.

A huge crack appeared in the sky, and darkness poured out of it like a tide.

The third scene:
The sky was suddenly torn apart, and countless dragons fell out from the spatial rift.

They were covered in wounds, their eyes filled with the fear of surviving a catastrophe.

These beings, who once reigned supreme on their home planet, are now nothing more than panicked refugees in the new world.

"These drawings were secretly made by me before I died, and they record the true reason why the dragons came to the main world."

Soul Jazz's voice became extremely heavy:

"The outside world says that the dragons came to the main world to conquer and expand, but the truth is that they were hunted down by some terrifying being and were forced to flee here."

What is chasing them?

Ron moved closer to the mural, activating "Supernatural Recognition" to carefully observe the brushstrokes depicting shadows.

At a higher level of perception, he could sense an unusually familiar "hunger" emanating from the scene.

It is an endless thirst for everything, a greedy nature that seeks to transform the external world into its own power.

"I don't know its true identity."

Soul Jazz shook his head:
"All I know is that thing is called the 'Annihilation Monarch' by the dragons, an existence that even a Sun-level Dragon King trembles before. What's even more terrifying is..."

He pointed to the last image:
"The purer a dragon's bloodline, the easier it is for that thing to sense it. This is why many ancient dragon blood families deliberately dilute their bloodlines."

It wasn't to integrate into human society, but to evade that thing's pursuit.

A chill ran through Ron.

Based on his knowledge from "The Complete Explanation of the Extraordinary," this behavioral pattern closely matches the "Dominator" group recorded in the book.

According to ancient records, the rulers were the original inhabitants at the beginning of the universe.

They view all subsequent intelligent civilizations as "invaders" and are committed to restoring the universe to its original state of nothingness.

Moreover, they do indeed prioritize preying on those with high-purity bloodlines.

"Will..."

Ron speculated in his mind:

"Is the 'Annihilation Lord' who hunts down the dragons actually a powerful individual from the Dominator race? Just like the Devourer mentioned in 'The Star Eater's Ramblings'?"

At the same time, the feedback from the silver pocket watch gave him a jolt of energy.

The echoes of history have been digested.

[Obtain Knowledge Fragment: The Mystery of the Dragon Race's Origins (Fragment 1)]

[The ability to "hunt" has been enhanced:]
Now it can devour more complex conceptual existences.

"Child, your expression is strange."

Sir Soul noticed Ron's unusual behavior:

What did you feel from the murals?

"I sensed something...familiar,"

Ron answered cautiously:
"I've encountered similar desires to annihilate everything elsewhere."

"If that's the case, then you need to be even more careful,"

Soul Jazz's tone turned serious:

"That level of existence will not disappear with time."

They have simply lost track of their target temporarily.

But if someone uses similar power, or their bloodline purity reaches a certain critical point…

The astrologer's words came to an abrupt end, but the meaning was clear enough.

………………

In the wind element region, several indigenous tribes unexpectedly met.

When the chieftain of the Sandwalker tribe saw the Windwhisperer tribe's procession, he immediately waved excitedly:
"Great! We can unite to deal with those outsiders!"

But the shamans of the Wind Whisperer tribe pointed in a completely different direction:

"No! Our guardian spirit clearly indicates that the treasure is in the west!"

"Nonsense!"

The warriors of the Stoneheart tribe rudely interrupted:

"Our ancestral spirits have made it very clear that the most precious crystals can only be found in the north!"

The three tribes began to argue fiercely, each insisting that their guardian spirit had given the correct guidance.

Just as they were about to take action, the leader of the Multifaceted Clan made a suggestion:
"Since they are all acting on the instructions of the guardian spirits, why not let them confront each other?"

Thus, the three tribes simultaneously began the summoning ritual.

As the ancient incantation was chanted, three semi-transparent spirits slowly rose from the altar.

But to everyone's shock, these three "different" guardian spirits actually looked exactly alike.

"Uh...this..."

The three guardian spirits simultaneously emitted awkward sounds, then gradually merged into a larger spirit entity:

"Ahem, children, I can explain..."

The merged spirit was an old shaman, whose adornments combined the characteristics of three tribes:
"I am the ancient great shaman 'Dorian the Windrunner,' and when I died... uh... I had some mental problems, I had a split personality."

“Different fragments of personality have been worshipped by you as different guardian spirits, which is why you give different instructions.”

The scene became extremely awkward.

The members of the three tribes looked at each other, unsure how to face this absurd truth.

"Then...can you give me the correct instructions now?"

The chieftain of the Sandwalker tribe asked cautiously.

"Of course! Now that my personality is whole again, my judgment should return to normal."

Dorian looked around, then pointed in a completely new direction:
"The most precious crystal is in the wind tunnel to the southeast, but be careful, there is an ancient guardian of the wind element there."

Although the process was somewhat bizarre, under Dorian's coordination, they quickly formed an alliance:

The Sandwalker tribe provides terrain knowledge;
The Wind Whisperer tribe is responsible for remote early warning;
The Stoneheart Tribe took on the main battles;

The multifaceted group plays a coordinating role.

This temporary alliance could very well become one of the most powerful variables in the competition.

Although their individual strength is not as great as that of the elites of other factions, the natives have a deep understanding of the quicksand lands.

The sheer number of tribes gives them a unique advantage in this complex environment.

………………

Ron quickly collected the elemental crystals on the wall.

In his storage bag, he had accumulated seventy or eighty crystals of various colors, as well as three precious Chaos Crystals.

According to the points system, these spoils are enough to give him a significant lead in the first stage.

But what really caught his attention was the strange sensation he experienced while handling these crystals.

Whenever his palms touched the dragon bones inlaid with crystals, the Crimson Dragon bloodline within his body would generate a strange rhythm.

It was like a long-lost friend offering a gentle greeting.

"This feeling……"

He stopped collecting the crystals and carefully felt the resonance coming from the depths of his bloodline.

It was as if countless voices were whispering in his veins, communicating in a language he had never heard before but was inexplicably familiar with.

"Child? What's wrong?"

Sir Soul noticed Ron's unusual expression:

"You look...as if you heard something."

"Senior, among these dragon bones..."

Ron asked cautiously:
"Does it still retain the consciousness of its owner before death?"

"Of course." Sir Soul nodded firmly.

"The life level of dragons is far higher than that of humans, and their souls are extremely resilient."

Even after physical death, consciousness can remain in the bones for a very long time.

"But... only individuals with sufficiently pure dragon blood can hear these ancient whispers."

He turned to Ron, a rather bewildered expression on his skeletal face:

"But the purity of your bloodline should be far from reaching this level, right?"

Without answering Soul Lord's puzzled mutterings, Ron began to actively listen to the voices coming from the depths of the bones.

Dragon language, this ancient and powerful language, is gradually becoming clearer in his consciousness.

At first, these sounds were as indistinct as whispers in a dream.

But as the resonance deepened, some simple words began to become clearer in his consciousness:
“Gorth…” (pain)

This is a syllable filled with sorrow, as low and mournful as the wind blowing through an empty cave.

Ron could feel the endless pain contained within it.

That was the mournful cry of the dead dragons when their bones were forcibly mined.

“Mor'thak…” (loneliness)

Another word is as cold as ice and snow, containing a deep-seated sense of loneliness.

That was the last cry of a young dragon before it died, but no one of its kind responded to its plea for help.

“Vel'koth…” (betrayal)

The third word is as sharp as a blade, containing resentment and unwillingness to accept betrayal.

As Ron's understanding of dragon language deepened, he began to hear more layers of information.

Each piece of dragon bone carries fragments of its owner's memories.

Some are fond memories of the Dragon Clan's home planet, some are the fear and despair of their escape, and some are the bittersweet journey of struggling to survive in the new world.

These voices intertwined to form a tragic epic of the dragon race.

“What a fascinating ability,”

Soul Knight observed Ron's changes, his eyes revealing the instinctive curiosity of a researcher:

"Throughout history, there have been very few humans who have been able to communicate directly with the Dragon Soul."

Most of them became legendary figures, such as 'Dragon Friend' Ashura and 'Dragon Tamer' Sion.

"But child, you must be careful,"

His tone became serious:

"Prolonged exposure to the sound of the Dragon Soul may affect your personality."

Dragons possess extremely strong emotions; their memories subtly alter the personality of those they come into contact with. "These dragon bones bear the final resentments of the deceased; those intense emotional imprints remain even after death."

Soul Knight continued to explain:

"For individuals with dragon blood, these marks are not only echoes of history, but also part of the bloodline inheritance."

As time went on, Ron's understanding of dragon language improved rapidly.

Those previously fragmented words began to form complete sentences, and it was even possible to distinguish the "voice" characteristics of different dragon souls:
“Mor’du thak vey’tar, manling…

(It's strange, human... You smell like a dragon, but you're not entirely a dragon. What exactly are you?)

A curious voice rang out on the edge of his consciousness:

Ron was startled.

This is no longer just a collection of emotional fragments, but a genuine exchange of consciousness.

He tried to respond with his mind:
"I am human, but I do have dragon blood in my body."

The voice suddenly became excited:

“Ahh! Keth mor'thul……

(Oh! Those experimental subjects! I saw them in my lifetime, those mad wizards injecting the blood of our people into weak races like yours, trying to create the perfect tools of war.)

A semi-transparent outline of a dragon soul began to appear before Ron.

"Most of the humans who underwent this kind of experiment died. You are really... very lucky to have survived and awakened your bloodline to such a degree."

The dragon soul swam slowly around Ron, as gracefully as a fish in water.
“My name is Acelia, the daughter of thunder and storm. Although… I am now just a remnant of consciousness.”

Ron, sensing this wondrous communication that transcended the boundaries of life and death, responded telepathically:

"I am very sorry to hear about what happened to you, Azalea."

"Encounter? Ha..."

Acelia let out a mocking dragon roar:
"Humans, you always like to use these kinds of words to beautify the cruel reality."

I did not 'encounter' misfortune; I was murdered by your own people.

Her voice turned cold:

"The witch named Pandora promised to take good care of me and provide me with a suitable environment to grow up in."

And what happened? She waited until I was a little older, then killed me and took everything useful—my scales, bones, blood, and so on.

"Just to make those damn blending potions for her students."

Ron remained silent for a moment.

Pandora... that is, the Queen of Illusions...

Indeed, how can one become a king without stepping on corpses?
"I apologize for your behavior, senior, but I want to say that not all humans are like that."

"Maybe."

Acelia's tone softened slightly:
"At least you are the first human to understand our language, which in itself is... very interesting."

Just then, Sir Soul suddenly issued an urgent warning:
"Child! I sense a violent fluctuation in your teammates' lifelines; they are in grave danger!"

Ron immediately came to his senses.

Guided by the lifeline, he could vaguely sense the approximate location of Edwin and the other two.

But now those clues have become extremely unstable, flickering like a candle flame in a storm.

"Which direction are they in?"

"Deep within the water elemental zone, but you must be careful..."

Soul Knight's expression turned serious:

“I sensed that a large number of native warriors had gathered there, far exceeding the number of a normal single tribe.”

Aseria also noticed the anomaly; the outline of her dragon soul became even more solid.

"Indeed, even we could feel that strong wave of hostility."

It appears that the indigenous people have abandoned individual hunting and opted for collective hunting.

Ron quickly analyzed the situation.

If the indigenous tribes really did form an alliance.

So, although Edwin and his two companions were powerful, they were still in great danger when facing enemies many times their size, especially when the enemy had an environmental advantage.

"I must go and help them."

He quickly stored most of the collected crystals in his storage bag, keeping only a few as a medium for emergency spellcasting:
"Senior Savis, could you show me the fastest route?"

"Of course, but you must understand that those native warriors dared to take the initiative because they were fully confident."

Soul Knight spread his bone wings and pointed to a hidden passage deep within the corridor:

"That path leads directly to the core of the water elemental region, but you will encounter various elemental turbulence along the way."

"I understand the risks."

Ron checked the equipment and confirmed that the magic sword was in optimal condition:
"Time is everything now."

Acelia suddenly spoke up:

“Human, although I don’t have any good feelings towards your race, but… if you really want to save your companions, I can offer some help.”

What kind of help?

“There are some intimidating words in the Dragon Language that can intimidate those lower creatures.”

The silver-scaled dragons danced around Ron:

"Although I am dead, my voice can still be conveyed through your bloodline."

The elemental spirits of those native warriors will be severely affected when faced with true dragon might.

This suggestion caught Ron's eye.

The natural aura of dragons has an instinctive deterrent effect on most intelligent beings.

"However, in exchange, you must agree to one condition."

Acelia's tone became filled with resentment:

"If you have the chance, please convey some... greetings to Pandora. Let her know that the resentment of the dead will not fade with time."

………………

The air in the water element region is filled with dense water vapor, resulting in extremely low visibility.

Ron followed the path indicated by Sir Soul quickly, the surrounding environment reminding him of some eerie areas in the deep sea.

Huge bubbles kept gushing out of the ground, bursting in the air and turning into a cloud of water mist.

These water mists contain strong magical fluctuations, which have a significant suppressive effect on fire and earth elements.

"No wonder Edwin and his men are in trouble."

He analyzed the tactical environment in his mind:

"In this environment, Edwin's lava armor will be much less effective, and Laku's sand control will also be severely affected. Only Patrice's wind element is relatively better."

The sounds of fierce fighting could be heard in the distance.

The roar of exploding lava, the howling of sandstorms, and the shouts of native warriors blended together to form a symphony of war.

When Ron arrived at the edge of the battlefield, the sight before him made him frown.

This was not a simple skirmish, but a meticulously planned encirclement and annihilation operation.

Six groups of warriors from the native tribes surrounded Edwin and his two companions in a fan shape.

Each team has five or six members, totaling more than thirty people.

Even more deadly is that these native warriors were clearly blessed by some kind of supernatural power.

Their eyes gleamed with a pale blue light, and their movements were much more coordinated than usual, as if they were being directed by a unified will.

"That is the blessing of the 'spirit of war'."

Aseria explained to him in his consciousness:

"It seems that the undead of that ancient shaman not only united the tribal alliance, but also provided them with an amplification of their collective combat capabilities."

In the center of the battlefield, Edwin was in a semi-molten state.

His lava armor covered his entire body, but under the influence of the high humidity environment, steam kept rising from the surface of the armor, and its power was significantly reduced.

The situation in Laku is even worse.

He attempted to construct sand defenses, but the damp environment made the sand grains sticky and heavy, significantly increasing the difficulty of handling them.

Patricia hovered in the air, constantly attacking the enemy with wind blades, but the thick water mist severely affected her vision and judgment.

"When the strength difference isn't significant, environmental advantages become very important..."

Ron observed the battlefield situation and began to formulate a rescue strategy.

A direct frontal assault is clearly not a wise choice; he needs to find the key to breaking the deadlock.

"Humans, do you see those points of light surrounding the native warriors?"

Acelia reminded her:
“Those are the embodiment of nature spirits, providing them with elemental buffs. If we could break this connection…”

Ron observed carefully and indeed found that several fist-sized orbs of light were flying around each native warrior.

These orbs of light are aquamarine blue, constantly transmitting the power of the water element to the warriors, allowing them to thrive in this environment.

"Can the power of dragon language affect these nature spirits?"

"Of course, dragons are at the very top of nature, and all lower spirits will instinctively fear us."

Acelia's voice became excited:
"Are you ready? Let me unleash the true dragon's might through your bloodline!"

Ron took a deep breath and activated the Crimson Dragon bloodline within his body to provide a channel for transmitting Azalea's power.

The next moment, the "emperor" began issuing commands to all lower beings:
“ROTH'GAR THEK MORVANI! (Bowing!)”

Azalea's roar echoed through Ron's vocal cords, and the dragon language reverberated across the battlefield.

The natural spirits surrounding the native warriors were immediately overwhelmed by this oppressive force.

They let out terrified cries and scattered like frightened birds and beasts.

Without the blessing of the spirits of nature, the native warriors' advantage vanished immediately.

Their movements became sluggish, their coordination dropped significantly, and the blue light in their eyes quickly dimmed.

But even more shocking changes were yet to come.

As the dragon's might spread, the environment of the entire water element region began to change.

The water mist that had been suppressing the fire element began to dissipate, and the humidity in the air dropped sharply.

It was as if even the environment itself was bowing down to this ancient pressure.

Edwin keenly sensed the change and immediately seized the opportunity.

"It's now!"

His lava armor regained its luster and became even hotter than before.

Laku also felt the suppression disappear, and large amounts of sand and soil surged from the ground, reforming the defensive fortifications.

Patricia let out an excited shout in the air, and the power of the wind blades returned to normal.

The Turkish-led coalition forces were thrown into chaos.

The previously coordinated offensive collapsed instantly.

Many warriors even began to retreat, their eyes filled with an instinctive fear of the dragon's might.

"But what exactly happened?"

Edwin released the lava bombs while looking around in confusion:

"Who is helping us?"

His question was quickly answered.

Ron appeared from the edge of the battlefield, his magic sword transformed into a staff, gathering powerful magic.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The echo of Azalea's might still lingered in his voice:
"It looks like you've run into some trouble."

"Ralph!"

Patricia waved excitedly in the air:

"How did you do that? That oppressive aura just now... it was like a real dragon descending!"

(End of this chapter)