Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 478 Whip Blade Form

Meanwhile, after hearing Ron's invitation...

A spark of hope ignited in Caroline's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by the harsh reality.

“I…I’ve become this kind of monster.”

She looked down at her completely deflated abdomen, where tissue necrosis had begun to appear:
Would a dominant wizarding power like the Crystal Spire accept a cyborg who has gone out of control?

Everyone has a chance to start over.

Ron's tone was unusually firm:
"Moreover, the capabilities you now possess are crucial to our next actions."

He pointed to the undulating, expanding mass of human centipedes in the distance:
“We need to approach the monster without being detected, and your expertise in biology is exactly what we need.”

As Caroline looked at the young wizard before her, a long-dormant emotion began to resurface deep within her.

That's the feeling of being trusted, the sense of value of being needed.

For the first time in many years, she was no longer simply an "experiment" or "tool," but a collaborator treated as an equal.

"I...I can try."

She gritted her teeth, forcibly steadying her trembling body:

"Although the activation of the control device restricted most of my abilities, there are still some biological instincts that cannot be completely suppressed."

As she spoke, she began to activate the remaining modified organs in her body.

Although the gestation chamber in the abdomen has become out of control, there is also a more sophisticated "pheromone modulation system" running parallel to it.

This system, originally designed to attract and manipulate target creatures, can now be used as cover.

Caroline closed her eyes, focusing intently on regulating the complex biochemical reactions within her body.

Her skin began to secrete a colorless and odorless peculiar substance.

These extremely complex chemical signals spread outwards like an invisible fog.

"This is ignoring pheromones."

She explained weakly:
"This smoke can interfere with the brain's attention allocation mechanism, causing those exposed to it to subconsciously categorize us as 'environmental background'."

"It's not about true invisibility, but about making the enemy psychologically ignore our existence."

It's like...like a wall or a stone; you can see it, but your brain automatically filters out that information.

The effect is immediate.

When the pheromone concentration reaches a critical value, the mutated creatures in the distance that still retain some of their rationality...

Their gaze began to sweep over the group of the Sand Sea School, as if they didn't exist at all.

A giant parasitic wasp searching for prey flew over Ron's head, but its compound eyes did not focus on any of the team members.

Several tendrils emerging from the ground swayed less than five meters from Laku, but did not launch an attack.

"Amazing."

Patricia sighed softly in mid-air:

"It feels like we've become invisible."

"It's not about transparency, it's about 'not being important'."

Caroline corrected:

"The mechanism by which pheromones work is to lower our ranking in the enemy's perception priority."

Even if they see us, their brains will judge 'this is not worth paying attention to'.

"However, it should be noted that this effect is limited for targets with higher intelligence."

Moreover, it won't last long; my modified organs are already severely damaged and can only last for half an hour at most.

Edwin nodded in understanding:
"That's enough. Half an hour is enough for us to get a lot done."

………………

Just then, Azalea sent an urgent warning to Ron in his consciousness:
“Ron, I sensed some strange changes.”

Her tone became excited:

"This massive process of life and death transformation is creating an unprecedented energy environment, which, if we can utilize it properly..."

"What do you mean?"

Ron asked himself the question in his mind, while outwardly continuing to observe the battlefield situation.

"Do you remember the theory of bloodline awakening that I mentioned to you during our casual conversation before?"

Azalea's voice carried a deep sense of expectation:
"True breakthroughs in bloodline are not achieved through safe rituals in a greenhouse, but through life-or-death transformations in extreme environments."

She explained her findings in detail:
"The current environment, though full of chaos and danger, also contains unparalleled opportunities for evolution."

"The Tree of Life School wants to establish a connection with some ancient being through this large-scale mental breakdown and life distortion, but we can hijack this process."

"Transform this chaotic energy into a catalyst for bloodline awakening."

On the boundary between reason and madness, in the cracks between life and death, the primal potential of bloodlines is most easily unleashed.

This suggestion sparked an idea in Ron's mind.

He recalled his past experiences.

Every life-or-death battle significantly enhances his abilities.

And this extreme environment is indeed more primitive and pure than any artificially designed awakening ritual.

"How to do it exactly?"

"First, we need to collect the special energy that is released during the 'life-and-death transformation' process."

Acelia pointed to the aggregate in the distance:

"Do you see those cycles of resurrection and death? Each transformation generates extremely precious 'limit energy'."

"This energy contains the most essential mystery between life and death, and is the perfect material for reconstructing bloodlines."

"Secondly, we need to find the fragments of my buried remains."

Although Pandora has taken most of the valuable parts, there are still some hard-to-extract bloodline essences that she doesn't want, which is perfect for us.

"Finally, when the energy of the triple lunar eclipse reaches its peak, these materials will be used to perform the bloodline fusion ritual."

Acelia's tone became solemn:
"This will be a true transformation, evolving from the Crimson Dragon bloodline to the Thunderfire Tyrant bloodline."

Ron carefully weighed the feasibility of the plan.

Although fraught with risks, the potential rewards are equally enormous.

Moreover, under the current circumstances, enhancing our capabilities is a necessary preparation for dealing with subsequent crises.

"I agree to try it."

He spoke to Acelia in his mind:

"But we need to address the immediate threat first."

………………

By this time, the aggregate had evolved into a colossal entity that inspired despair.

Centered around Leona and Winnie, a dozen or so resurrected beings were forcibly connected together by vines, tentacles, and parasitic tubes, forming a terrifying "centipede" that stretched for tens of meters.

Each "segment" is a complete human body, but their functions have been completely redistributed.

Some are responsible for digestion, some for reproduction, and some are specifically responsible for perception.

The entire aggregate operates like a giant biological factory, constantly capturing, devouring, and digesting new "raw materials".

The most frightening thing is that this aggregate seems to possess some kind of collective intelligence.

It began to systematically hunt the remaining survivors, using ingenious tactics to corner its prey.

"Over there! A Windtalker is being hunted!"

Patricia pointed to the direction of the aggregate's tentacles, where a severely wounded native sorcerer was desperately fleeing.

But his ability to fly is almost gone, and he will soon be captured.

"And over there, two Sandwalkers are trapped in a sand pit!"

Laku also discovered other victims.

The aggregates are slowly dragging them toward their digestive organs using an underground network of tentacles.

Ron quickly analyzed the situation.

If the aggregate is allowed to continue devouring these survivors, its size and power will increase further.

Moreover, the "limit energies" that Azalea mentioned are generated during the transition between life and death.

“We have to compete with it for these 'resources'.”

He explained his plan to his teammates:
"Our goal is not to attack the aggregate directly, but to preemptively eliminate the survivors who are about to be captured."

"It sounds cruel, but it's the most effective strategy we can take."

Rather than letting them become nourishment for the aggregates in endless suffering, it's better to let them be freed quickly.

Caroline nodded weakly in support:

“He’s right. Based on my understanding of the Tree of Life School’s modification techniques, those who have been devoured by the aggregates can never return to normal.”

“A quick death is indeed a more merciful choice than to subject them to endless suffering while they are still conscious.”

………………

Once the consensus was reached, Ron immediately began to take action.

He switched the magic sword from its normal form to its staff mode, preparing for a precise, long-range attack.

But the moment he activated his magic, he felt a strange tremor coming from inside the weapon.

This feeling was unprecedented, as if the demon sword itself was also stimulated by this chaotic energy environment, producing a special resonance reaction.

"This is……"

Ron carefully sensed the changes in the magic sword and discovered that its internal liquid metal structure was spontaneously rearranging itself.

The originally stable structural chain began to differentiate, forming a more complex and sophisticated internal structure.

[Environmental stimulus detection completed] [Highly chaotic magic field: confirmed]

[Bionic target "human centipede": Scanned]

[Activate Advanced Form: Whip Blade]

A series of messages flashed through his mind, and the demon sword began to transform in an unprecedented way.

The liquid metal flowed like mercury, and the sword began to extend and differentiate, eventually forming a metal whip that was more than ten meters long.

But this is no ordinary whip; it is a sophisticated weapon made up of hundreds of tiny blades connected together.

Each blade can be independently adjusted in angle and sharpness, allowing the entire whip to create countless different attack trajectories when swung.

"This feeling……"

Ron gripped the whip handle, feeling the intense desire contained within the weapon:
"It wants to hunt... it wants to devour those life forces."

Azalea uttered a sound of admiration in her mind:
"A liquid metal weapon that can evolve autonomously in this environment—it seems your equipment is more special than I imagined."

"Now, let's begin the hunt."

Ron wielded the new form of the demonic sword, his long whip darting through the air like a serpent.

The first target was the Wind Whisperer who was being hunted by the Aggregator.

His legs were already entangled by several vine tentacles, and he was being slowly dragged toward the enormous digestive maw.

"Help... help me..."

The Windtalker let out a desperate cry, but its voice was quickly drowned out by the gurgling of digestive fluids coming from inside the aggregate.

Ron did not hesitate at all.

The long whip shot out like lightning, precisely wrapping around the Wind Whisperer's chest, and then yanked sharply.

At the same time, the tiny blades on the whip began to spin at high speed, instantly severing all the entangled vines.

But Ron's goal wasn't rescue; it was to "harvest."

As the Windtalker was pulled to a safe distance, the blade of the whip pierced his heart with surgical precision.

"sorry."

He said softly, then immediately activated the "hunting" ability of the silver pocket watch.

The Wind Whisperer's life vanished in an instant, but at that very moment of life and death, a strange energy emanated from the corpse.

It is a pure power that lies between life and death, containing the fundamental mystery of the transformation of states of existence.

The silver pocket watch devoured this "boundary energy" like a hungry beast, and the hands on the dial began to tremble violently.

[Limit Energy Acquired: +1]

[Cumulative Progress: 1/10]

[Bloodline Awakening Readiness: 10%]

At the same time, the aggregate emitted an angry hiss.

It clearly sensed the loss of "food," and dozens of tentacles began to extend wildly toward Ron.

But Caroline's ignoring of pheromones played a crucial role.

Although the aggregate knows that something is stealing its prey, it cannot pinpoint the source of the threat.

The tentacles waved wildly in the air, as bewildered and helpless as blind men touching an elephant.

"continue!"

Acelia urged in her mind:
"Now is the best time; they haven't adapted to our presence yet."

Ron immediately turned to his next target.

The two Sandwalkers trapped in the sandpit were making their final struggle.

But the underground root system has already begun to inject paralyzing toxins into their blood vessels.

In a few minutes, they will become helpless "living food".

Ron lashed out with his whip again, this time attacking two targets simultaneously.

The whip split in mid-air, forming a Y-shaped attack trajectory.

The two Sandwalkers were killed almost simultaneously with precision, and they even had expressions of gratitude on their faces.

For them, an instantaneous death is indeed more merciful than the endless torment that is about to come.

[Limit Energy Acquired: +2]

[Cumulative Progress: 3/10]

[Bloodline Awakening Readiness: 30%]

The silver pocket watch's energy reserves were rapidly increasing, and Ron could feel subtle changes beginning to occur within his body.

Blood flow quickened, the heartbeat became stronger, and even vision became sharper.

But this is only the prelude to the awakening of bloodline; the real transformation has not yet begun.

The aggregate's anger reached unprecedented heights.

Losing three "food" sources in a row caused it to change its strategy, no longer blindly searching but instead launching large-scale, indiscriminate attacks.

Hundreds of tentacles lashed out in all directions like raindrops, trying to force the hidden enemy out.

"It's starting to go crazy."

Laku nervously observed his surroundings:
"We need to be more careful."

But Ron saw an opportunity in this madness.

Driven by anger, the aggregates became less precise in their actions, giving them more opportunities to exploit.

"There's another Stoneheart Warrior over there!"

He pointed to the flank of the aggregate, where a badly wounded native was trying to dig a tunnel to escape.

However, the aggregate's root network is already spread underground, and any digging will only expose its location more quickly.

The whip struck for the fourth time, reaping yet another life like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

[Limit Energy Acquired: +1]

[Cumulative Progress: 4/10]

[Bloodline Awakening Readiness: 40%]

The hunt then became even more intense.

The human centipede had finally located the general direction of Ron's threat and began to actively attack him.

Dozens of tentacle-like limbs extended from the aggregate.

Each one is highly poisonous and corrosive, attempting to drag this "food thief" into its digestive system.

But Ron's whip blade performed perfectly in this environment.

His flexible weapon configuration allows him to launch precise projectile attacks in three-dimensional space.

It can both seize targets and effectively defend and counterattack.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

The silver whip blade danced in the air like a snake.

Each swing precisely severs the tentacles of the human centipede or pulls the newly resurrected target towards it.

[Limit Energy Acquired: +1]

[Cumulative Progress: 7/10]

[Bloodline Awakening Readiness: 70%]

The human centipede's counterattack is becoming increasingly ferocious.

This enormous aggregate began to consume its "components," converting their life essence into offensive power.

Countless crimson energy waves shot out from the aggregate, each carrying the power of death and corrosion.

But the cost of this self-consumption is enormous—the human centipede begins to shrink in size and its movements become much slower.

[Limit Energy Acquired: +1]

[Cumulative Progress: 10/10]

[Bloodline Awakening Readiness: 99%]

After Ron successfully "snatched" and killed yet another resurrected being, he finally accumulated enough catalytic energy.

The balance of life and death energy in the entire arena began to tilt in his favor, while the human centipede became weak due to continuous energy loss.

"Let's go find my remains."

Acelia helped him guide him in specific directions:

"The energy resonance of the triple lunar eclipse has reached its peak, and now is the best time for fusion."

Moreover, performing the ritual at the place where my remains lie, where thunder and fire converge, will maximize the potential of the 'Thunder and Fire Tyrant' bloodline.

Just then, the entire arena floor began to tremble violently.

It felt as if an invisible giant hand was reshaping this land.

The shapes of the aggregates began to rearrange according to some indescribable law.

The originally haphazardly pieced-together flesh and blood now present a harmonious aesthetic.

Each tentacle is precisely distributed according to the golden ratio;

Each digestive organ is perfectly aligned with a mysterious symmetry.

But this “perfection” is more terrifying than the previous chaos.

Because it represents the direct intervention of a higher-dimensional consciousness, representing something terrifying that human reason cannot comprehend at all, being projected into it.

"Hurry! Run faster! We must find the remains immediately!"

Acelia urged Ron in his mind with an almost roaring voice:
"That thing is using the energy of the triple lunar eclipse to strengthen the ritual connection! If it fully descends, we will all die!"

(End of this chapter)