Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 228 Word Power and Mind Disruption Technique
Hayek and Uni each took a small silver badge from their pockets and handed it to Ron.

Each emblem is engraved with an exquisite personal coat of arms, with the school's symbol on one side and a unique combination of runes on the other.

“This is our magical communication emblem,” Hayek explained, a rare gentleness in his eyes.

"If you encounter any difficulties in the future, or need any information, you can contact us through this. Although we are on the periphery, our knowledge and connections in certain areas may be able to provide you with some assistance."

Ron took the two badges and sensed the complex structure they contained.

This is a one-time alchemical device that will automatically dissipate after being stored in his own magical insignia.

This special communication method can transmit information over considerable distances and is a common way of communication between formal wizards and some advanced apprentices.

The interoperability emblem is not only a means of communication, but also a symbol of friendship and recognition.

"Thank you all for your witnessing and help."

Ron gave a standard wizard's salute, the movement elegant and powerful: "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

“Go ahead.” Hayek nodded slightly, a meaningful look in his eyes: “I think Allen is eager to see you.”

Ron was slightly taken aback, then understood.

His relationship with Mrs. Allen was no secret to the school's upper echelons.

Although Mrs. Allen was on the periphery, her former status and power were clearly still respected by these older generation wizards.

Before turning to leave, Ron heard Hayek whisper behind him:
"The Black Mist School will always welcome your return, Ralph, the formal wizard."

The doors to the council chamber closed slowly behind him, and Ron stood in the corridor, feeling the warmth of the morning light streaming through the stained glass.

Everything seemed brand new; the colors were more vibrant, the sounds were clearer, and the flow of energy was more real and tangible.

His first formal meeting after becoming a full-fledged wizard has concluded. Now, it's time to meet the mysterious witch who guided him onto the path of authenticity.

Ron's figure disappeared silently down the corridor, leaving only a faint energy fluctuation that quickly dissipated into the morning air.

………………

Saint Pan stood at the edge of the Black Mist Forest, feeling the pulse of the "Throne Seed" within his body.

The blood-red bead seemed to have its own heartbeat, each pulse injecting a chilling power into his limbs and bones.

“The time has come,” he murmured, the muscles on the deformed right side of his face twitching.

The blinking of eyes of different sizes at the same time creates an eerie rhythm.

After being brought nearby by Magus the Void Spider, he had been lurking around the school, carefully observing for the best opportunity.

Now, he has finally reached that crucial juncture.

The Holy Disc took a deep breath and gently placed his palm on his chest, where the "Seed of the Throne" resided.

An ancient and obscure incantation was slowly uttered from his mouth, the sound like shattered glass colliding with each other.

As soon as he finished speaking, an unprecedented power erupted from his body.

His body began to twist and deform, and his size suddenly swelled to more than twice its original size.

The blood vessels under the skin bulge, displaying purplish-black patterns, like some kind of ancient runes depicted on a living creature.

His arms lengthened and thickened, his fingertips transforming into sharp bone blades; the skin on his back split open, giving rise to two pairs of bat-like wing membranes.
The head was completely deformed, showing no trace of humanity, and looked more like an aggregate of some kind of abyssal creature.

"Power. This is the power of the Apostles."

The Holy Disc emitted a deep roar, its voice filled with ecstasy.

The feeling at this moment was more wonderful than he had imagined, like standing on a cloud looking down at the sky, or like the master of the abyss controlling the darkness.

"Now, it's time to visit the 'Bloodline Altar'."

He knew that only under the "power of the Apostle" could he possibly break through the protective array left by Valen.

The quest to find Ron also requires the use of nodes in the Bloodline Altar.

Unfolding its deformed wing membranes, the Holy Disc soared into the sky, piercing the dawn's horizon, and flew straight towards the edge of the Black Mist School.

The air seemed to thin out in front of him, and space seemed to deliberately make way for him.

This is the wonder of the "Power of the Apostles".

Even in the surface world, it can subtly influence the rules of the abyss, granting the Holy Disc all sorts of incredible advantages.

In just over ten minutes, he arrived at the outer perimeter of the Bloodline Altar control point.

This place is covered by a semi-transparent magic circle, which flashes with complex runes and energy circuits.

Those were the protective measures Valen had strengthened before leaving, designed to ensure that the abyssal energy within the altar would not leak out.

Saint Pan chuckled, a scornful glint flashing in his seven eyes.

"The seal of a mere Dark Sun Wizard"

He raised his deformed right arm, which was no longer in the shape of a hand, but a deformed organ formed by three thick bone blades crossing each other.

Dark purple energy flowed across the surface of the bone blade, slowly writhing like a living thing.

"In the name of Lord Magus, I command you—open!"

The bone blade pierced the surface of the magic array, and in an instant, the entire protective layer shattered like glass.

Countless cracks spread outwards from the point of contact, accompanied by a piercing sound of energy breaking, and the entire magic array collapsed with a deafening roar.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Holy Disc crossed the now-ineffective boundary and headed straight for the control node of the Bloodline Altar.

With each step he took, he could feel the energy of the abyss around him increasing.

These energies, like long-lost friends, actively approached him, surrounding him and forming a strange resonance.

"The Bloodline Altar. This imprisoned 'mini abyss'."

The Holy Disc murmured to itself, its voice carrying an almost pitying emotion: "Today, I will grant you freedom."

After passing through several dilapidated corridors, he finally arrived at the core area of ​​the control node—a huge circular space with an ancient stone platform in the center, covered with intricate runes and patterns.

The stone platform was surrounded by twelve tall crystal pillars, each emitting a faint, blood-red light that made the entire space appear as eerie and hellish as ever.

The most striking feature is the enormous red crystal suspended above the stone platform.

That was the core of the control node and the key to sealing the energy of the abyss, built by the great wizard who transformed this small space at the time.

Complex energy patterns flow across the crystal surface, like some ancient and mysterious language, recording unknown secrets.

The distorted eyes stared greedily at the crystal, while the tongue unconsciously licked the chapped lips.

Just then, a slight fluctuation of magical energy came from behind.

A sinister smile suddenly appeared on Shengpan's lips.

He did not turn around immediately, but instead exhaled gently, allowing the abyssal energy within his body to recede slightly.

There's no need to unleash your full power immediately—the power of the Apostles is like precious nectar, every drop is invaluable, and every drop used is a fraction less.

"It seems the school's defenses are more robust than I imagined," Shengpan calculated in his mind.

"That old fox, Soren, is indeed still vigilant at such a critical moment."

"Trespasser, state your purpose." Soren's voice came from the entrance, calm yet wary.

The Holy Plate slowly turned around, deliberately hiding its deformed right side of its face in the shadows, revealing only the left half of its face that still retained human features.

This partially concealed approach is more likely to evoke confusion and curiosity than a completely distorted image.

"Soren, it's been a long time."

The sound of the sacred disc deliberately maintained a familiar tone, with a familiar rhythm, yet subtly mixed with a hum unique to the abyss:

You look more haggard than the last time we met.

With the power of the Apostle, he could clearly sense Sauron's energy fluctuations—the peak of the Morning Star level, quite powerful, but still far inferior to the Dark Sun level Valen.

Most importantly, Sauron was clearly exhausted at the moment, with a slight sense of disorder in his energy fluctuations, indicating that he had not fully recovered from recent excessive consumption.

"That voice...it seems to be..."

Soren's eyes sharpened: "Zoth? Impossible. Aren't you already..." "Dead?" Holy Disc sneered, deliberately turning his face toward the light.

Let Sauron see his face clearly—a face that was half familiar, half distorted:
"Disappearance, departure, degeneration. People always like to use these words to describe their colleagues who have chosen different paths."

The Holy Disc emitted a sharp laugh, as piercing as fingernails scraping against glass.

He spread his arms wide, displaying his deformed body as if showing off some kind of trophy:

"However, I have already gained the favor of the Apostle and acquired the power to destroy your school!"

Soren's expression instantly turned serious.

"An Apostle. The Supreme Apostle of the Eye of the Abyss?"

As an experienced and qualified wizard, Sauron immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

The Supreme Apostles are not ordinary awakened beings, but the highest leadership of that terrorist organization, each possessing terrifying power comparable to a great wizard.

The Holy Disc could see the shock and fear flashing in Sauron's eyes, which was exactly the effect he wanted.

In duels between wizards, psychological advantage is sometimes more crucial than the strength of magic.

Now, Sauron's emotional fluctuations have begun to affect the stability of his magic.

The Holy Plate keenly detected this wavering and continued its psychological offensive:
"Sauron, we've worked together for many years. Aren't you curious? Aren't you curious why I chose the path of the abyss? Aren't you curious why more and more wizards are abandoning the so-called 'orthodoxy' and turning to the path of the Awakened?"

With each sentence he spoke, he deliberately incorporated a special frequency fluctuation into his tone.

This is his specialty as a curse wizard – "Word of Intrigue," which can disrupt the target's thought process through specific verbal attacks.

"Enough, Zot!" Soren shouted sharply, but inadvertently revealed his emotional turmoil.

"No matter who you were in the past, you have now fallen into the abyss and become a puppet of the abyss. There is no point in saying more."

As he spoke, Sauron began to form hand seals, the starting gesture for "Multi-Layer Twisted Shield," a fairly effective general-purpose protective spell.

The Holy Disc knew that it could no longer give the other party time.

"Multi-layered distortion shield? Tsk tsk, you still prefer flashy but impractical spells."

The seven eyes of the Sacred Disc rotated simultaneously, a strange red light flashing deep within their pupils:
"Unfortunately, you're no longer at your peak. Maintaining the Bloodline Altar node has taken a toll on your energy, hasn't it?"

Soren paused slightly, and the Holy Disc knew he had hit the nail on the head.

Ron's promotion had just occurred, and the entire Black Mist School's leadership had devoted a great deal of effort to it.

Especially for Sauron, as the one assigned to maintain the bloodline altar, his mental energy must have been greatly depleted.

In that subtle moment of hesitation, the Holy Disc quietly completed its most proficient curse spell—"First Ring Death Gaze".

"Soren, old friend, do you still remember the topic we studied together?"

The sound of the sacred disc suddenly became unusually gentle, as if it were narrating a beautiful memory:

"Research on the limits of human endurance concerns the critical point between pain and pleasure. You said it was too dangerous back then, but now I think you should experience it for yourself."

As these words were uttered, an invisible curse energy quietly spread, coiling around Sauron's mental barrier like a venomous snake.

This curse is not a simple contest of strength, but a sophisticated "lock" specifically designed to target Sauron's mental structure, like a key to a lock.

He felt a sudden dizziness, and his "multi-layered twisted shield" construction came to an abrupt halt halfway through.

The mental energy seemed to be bound by some kind of invisible viscous fluid, unable to flow freely.

"This is a curse."

Sauron struggled to break free from this bondage, but he was horrified to discover that the harder he tried, the more the power of the curse seeped into the depths of his soul:
"Zote! You...how could you?"

"How could such a powerful curse be unleashed?"

The Holy Disc chuckled softly:
"This is something you conventional wizards will never understand. The path to the abyss may seem dangerous, but it offers shortcuts you can't even imagine. Power that traditional wizards spend decades mastering can be acquired in an instant with the gifts of the abyss!"

As he spoke, the deformity of his right arm was fully revealed, with three intersecting bone blades gleaming with a chilling light and flowing with eerie purplish-black energy.

These energies are not simply abyssal pollution, but rather a carefully refined "soul corrosive agent" that can damage the body while eroding the very foundation of the soul.

Soren's eyes widened. He could feel his body gradually losing control, and the flow of his spiritual energy becoming increasingly slow.

At the critical moment, he tried his best to break free from the curse's shackles.

But those once-familiar incantations were now like grains of sand scattered by the wind, unable to coalesce into a cohesive form.

The Holy Disc gave him no chance; his figure blurred almost instantly, leaving only a purplish-black afterimage in the air.

"Farewell, Sauron. I wonder what the Crystal Spire will create with your soul."

The bone blade pierced Sauron's chest mercilessly.

The moment it pierced the heart, a surge of abyssal energy was injected directly into it, causing the flesh and blood around the wound to rapidly decay and decompose.

Soren only managed to let out a muffled groan before collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut.

A morbid sense of pleasure appeared on Shengpan's face.

He knew that even a Morning Star level wizard, without any preparation, could not withstand such a precise and fatal blow.

Moreover, Sauron was already in a weakened state, and his mental and magical power were far from being restored to their peak.

"It's so boring..."

The Holy Plate muttered to itself, its eyes gleaming with triumph.

He knew very well that he had not used the full power of the "Seed of the Throne" in the previous exchange.

The energy of apostlehood is like a precious magic potion; every bit must be used with utmost care.

With that, he coldly pulled the bone blade from Soren's chest, pulling out a heart that was still beating faintly.

The heart was covered with a thin layer of Morning Star-level magical crystal, which still emitted a faint glow even after being separated from the body.

"The heart of a Morning Star Wizard... what a wondrous source of energy."

The Holy Disc examined the still-beating heart in its hand, its seven eyes gleaming with greed.

He opened his grotesquely large mouth, his sharp teeth gleaming coldly, and swallowed the heart whole.

Warm blood flowed down his jaw, leaving shocking marks on his deformed skin.

"Extremely delicious." The Holy Plate licked its lips with satisfaction.
"Unfortunately, time is too short to fully enjoy this body."

He turned to Sauron, who was lying on the ground, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"However, I think with the strength of a Morning Star level wizard, you shouldn't die so easily. You might struggle for a while longer, but..."

A cold light flashed across all seven eyes of the Holy Disc.

"It's alright. The pollution of the abyss has already entered your blood and will soon erode your mental world, completely destroying your consciousness. Death will be a mercy to you."

After saying that, the Holy Disc turned and walked towards the floating red crystal, ignoring the dying Sauron behind him.

His goal was clear: to use the "power of the Apostles" to destroy the core seal of the bloodline altar.

Release the suppressed abyssal energy within, creating even greater chaos.

In this chaos, finding and approaching Ron will become much easier.

Walking beneath the crystal, the Holy Disc raised his hands, and a surge of purplish-black energy flowed from his palms, wrapping around the crystal surface like tentacles.

Cracks spread across the surface of the crystal, accompanied by a piercing cracking sound, causing the entire space to tremble.

The seven eyes of the sacred disc gleamed with a mad light.

He could feel his power resonating with the abyssal energy sealed within the crystal, mutually reinforcing each other and gradually breaking through the shackles of the seal.

"Keep going. Go harder! Ah!"

With a scream, the Holy Disc unleashed the power of the "Throne Seed" to its limit.

An unprecedented surge of energy erupted from his body, directly impacting the core of the crystal.

(End of this chapter)