Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

The boundaries of space are collapsing.

"No... I'm not reconciled..."

The countless mouths of the mass of flesh simultaneously uttered hoarse whispers:

"My...plan, my...eternity..."

Selna watched this scene coldly:
"Go to sleep, you idiot."

"This time, you will sleep longer."

Her last tentacle pierced the core of the mass of flesh, where some kind of heart-like organ throbbed.

The power of the "source" surged in like a tide, beginning to fundamentally dismantle the remaining consciousness.

The mass of flesh emitted a piercing scream.

But just as his consciousness was about to completely sink into darkness, Aiden's will shot out like a burning meteor.

After breaking through Selna's suppression and the barrier of the imaginary space, it fell directly into the real world.

That will did not attack anyone; it merely issued a command.

As the command took effect, an unimaginably massive surge of magical energy awakened simultaneously in three directions across the battlefield.

Toby looked up at the distorted sky and felt his heart skip a beat.

"What is that...?"

His companion was also stunned, his rifle falling limply to his side.

They had just endured a hellish battle: Leviathan's "hair," the berserk vampires' charge, the bombardment of the floating fortress...

Each of these is enough to drive an ordinary person to despair.

Compared to what is happening in the sky now, everything before seems so... insignificant.

The sea surface to the east.

The flagship of the "Tooth" clan was riddled with holes, and the deck was covered with burning debris and the corpses of vampire soldiers.

Amidst the wreckage of the bridge, a figure who had been sitting at the rear suddenly stood up.

"No..." Cassano's voice was hoarse, "No, I don't want to..."

However, his body was acting against his will.

He began to walk, heading towards the center of the deck.

With each step he took, his body swelled a little more.

The muscles bulged under the skin, making a terrifying sound as the bones broke and reformed.

His back to the spine tore through his battle robe, from which a row of sharp fins grew.

The skin begins to keratinize, turning into grayish-brown scales, each one as hard as steel.

"No, Your Majesty, don't do this to us! I don't want things to get out of control!"

Cassano's voice has begun to distort, and his throat structure is undergoing drastic changes:

"Four thousand years... four thousand years of perseverance, all about to be destroyed..."

Tears slid down his increasingly distorted face, landing on the deck with a soft hissing sound.

But his hand reached uncontrollably into his pocket and took out a tooth.

The teeth were the size of an adult's fist and emitted a nauseating, fishy stench.

This is a sacred object that the "Ya" clan has worshipped for generations.

It is said that the fangs of the progenitor of this bloodline contain the most primal and violent power.

"no, do not want!"

Cassano's reason was making a final struggle.

But the commands in his bloodline bound him tightly, leaving him no room for defiance whatsoever.

He opened his mouth.

The mouth has begun to split, the teeth have become uneven, and the tongue has split into two.

The sacred object was stuffed into his mouth and swallowed down his throat.

Cassano's body exploded completely.

Flesh and blood splattered everywhere like an overturned bucket of paint, yet they gathered and reformed in mid-air.

The bones break and heal, break and heal, each time becoming thicker, harder, and more twisted.

The position that originally belonged to the Grand Duke of the Fang Clan has been taken by a giant monster.

Six thick arms extend from both sides of the torso, each arm ending in a huge mouth covered with layers of sharp teeth.

Those gigantic mouths kept opening and closing, emitting eerie sounds like the cries of an infant.

Its entire body was covered in hard bone armor, gray and blood red intermingled, like a skeleton soaked in blood.

The lips on the head curled outwards, revealing countless inward-curving teeth.

The monster roared.

The surviving guards of the "Tooth" clan covered their ears, some of them bleeding from all seven orifices, collapsing on the deck convulsing.

Seemingly alerted by the surrounding commotion, the monster locked onto the nearest creatures—a group of its loyal followers who had just been closely united around it.

"Grand...Grand Duke?"

A marquis shouted in a trembling voice:

"Your Grace! It's me! It's Havel! Your..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Six enormous mouths on his arm opened simultaneously, swallowing the marquis along with the dozen or so elite soldiers beside him.

The sound of chewing was accompanied by the cracking of bones, blood splattering, and bits of flesh scattering everywhere.

The monster eats very quickly, but it is not picky.

Enemies, allies, the living, the dead... in its eyes, everything is just food.

The vampires on the flagship began screaming and scattering in all directions.

But the monster was faster; its six arms were like six giant hunting snakes, seizing one escapee after another and stuffing them into its massive maw.

In no time, there wasn't a single living vampire left on the entire flagship.

The monster licked its lips with lingering satisfaction, staring in the direction of Twilight City with a sinister smile.

On the other side, the southern battlefield, unlike the raging sea to the east, was more... covert.

Ingrid Brandt, the Grand Duchess of the Claw Clan, emerges from the shadows at the edge of the battlefield.

She was slender, with long, jet-black hair hanging down, and a pale, cold face.

But at this moment, the Grand Duchess's eyes burned with a frenzy that was completely inconsistent with her appearance.

"Why……"

Her voice was as thin as a whisper, carrying an indescribable sorrow:

"We've lived this long with such difficulty... why are you taking it back..."

Trembling, she reached into the shadows and retrieved a pair of jet-black claw blades, sacred artifacts of the "Claw" clan.

Claw blades merged into her hands, and the fourth transformation began.

The nail fell off and was replaced by a bone blade.

Beneath the skin, something is wriggling, growing, and breaking through.

The exoskeleton pierced through the skin, and six slender limbs tore through the clothing and stretched out.

"If I had known, I should have listened to Hilda-senpai..."

Ingrid's voice became increasingly distorted, and her mouth began to secrete large amounts of mucus.
"Now, it's all over..."

The lips parted, revealing four outward-curving palate flaps.

Its abdomen bulged and expanded, transforming into a giant sphere covered with bizarre patterns.

When the mutation ended, she didn't roar like Cassano.

She simply... disappeared.

The spider's entire body, like ink dissolved in water, silently disappeared into the shadows.

Nobody knows where she went.

In the western sky, Grand Duke Fess Russell of the "Wing" clan flew out from the last still-functioning floating fortress.

His demeanor was completely different from the other two.

There was no struggle, no wailing, and no resentment.

He simply hovered silently in the air, his blood-red wings fluttering in the twilight.

"That's just fate..."

His voice was low, carrying a certain fatalistic calm: "In the end, we couldn't escape it."

As he spoke, he simply took a feather from his chest.

Feathers merged into his body, and his original two wings split into six.

Six pairs of enormous wings—three pairs of pure white feathers and three pairs of blood-red bat wings—are arranged in an alternating pattern, forming an eerie halo.

When he fully unfolds his six wings, what is revealed are upside-down eyes and all sorts of bizarre limbs.

Fies spread his six wings: "The trial...begins."

Three forces, three giants, also three distinct forms of terror.

The soldiers on the watchtower of the city wall stood frozen in place.

They were just celebrating the death of Leviathan and cheering for the victory of the coastal defense.

But now...

"Those are, the clan dukes?"

A young vampire soldier's voice trembled:

"Those monsters...are they the Grand Dukes of the three major clans?"

No one answered him; the guards were rendered speechless by the overwhelming, suffocating power of the three magical forces.

Ordinary soldiers immediately knelt on the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Even formal wizards and vampires of baron rank or higher were pale-faced and could barely stand.

The four transformations of the three dukes are extremely rare in the history of the vampire clan.

Because the four-stage transformation means abandoning all reason and completely immersing oneself in the most primal rage.

The conventional way to use it is to borrow the power of the sacred artifact to complete part of the four transformations, rather than completely devouring the sacred artifact like this.

The transformation is irreversible; it will only turn you into a completely insane monster.

But the strangest thing is that after the three-headed monster completed its transformation, it did not immediately attack Twilight City.

They first turned to... their own people.

Cassano devoured most of the "Tooth" clan members on nearby ships, dead or alive.

Before infiltrating into the shadows, Ingrid dissolved the male lovers around her with venom and ingested them all.

As Faith's "Light of Judgment" fell, it turned all the remaining soldiers on the floating fortress into ashes.

They don't distinguish between friend and foe, they kill anything they see.

This is the price of the four transformations—completely losing one's mind and becoming a pure killing machine.

"Why...why are they killing their own people?"

Miller's voice came through the operations channel: "What on earth is going on?"

"It's an instruction."

Euphemia slowly came to her senses:
"It must have been a death order that the king was able to force the three dukes to undergo four transformations."

She took a deep breath: "This is... His revenge."

"Then we..." Miller didn't finish his sentence.

In the distance, the three-headed monster had already slaughtered its own people, and its countless eyes were all turned toward the direction of Twilight City.

The sea monsters charged forward, riding the waves; the blood angels in the sky spread their six wings.

A faint rustling sound came from the shadows; it was the spider monster moving its segmented limbs.

"Everyone..." Miller's voice was hoarse, "Get ready..."

His words caught in his throat.

As everyone knows, when facing three Grand Dukes who can transform into four different forms, being prepared or not is completely meaningless.

The three great lords were invincible to them in their normal state, let alone after they were completely out of control.

Just as Cecilia sighed and prepared to activate the "Rainbow Gate," her ultimate solution,...

A familiar voice suddenly rang out.

"enough."

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, regardless of distance or location.

Even more miraculously, when this sound rang out, the three suffocating evil demonic pressures vanished.

It's as if someone has erected an invisible barrier in your mind, keeping out all mental pollution.

Toby felt his bleeding nose slowly stop, and the sharp buzzing in his ears completely subsided.

He looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

Above Twilight City, a figure was enveloped in starlight, like a deity.

Starlight formed the outline of the body, and a veil woven from chaos drifted slowly.

A crown floated above his head, and three pillars appeared behind him.

[Threshold of Darkness] - Fully Unveiled!

"Lord Ralph!"

A deafening cheer erupted from the city wall.

Miller rubbed his nose and touched his forehead, so happy he didn't know what to do with his hands.

Euphemia collapsed to the ground with a huge sigh of relief, almost bursting into tears of joy.

Silas adjusted his glasses, revealing a knowing smile: "I knew it..."

Ron took a step forward. "Three against one?"

He smiled faintly: "It's a bit unfair to you."

Cassano launched the first attack.

Perhaps it's because it charges the fastest, or perhaps it's because it has completely lost its rationality, leaving only the most primal hunting instinct.

Six gigantic arms lashed out simultaneously.

Within the gigantic maw, the power of devouring is at work.

Whether it's flesh and blood, metal, or magic itself, all can be swallowed, digested, and transformed by these six giant mouths.

Ron gently raised his hand.

The veil of chaos trembled slightly, and the six gigantic mouths were flung open, carrying fragments of shattered teeth.

Cassano let out a painful roar.

But before the roar could be heard, another attack had already arrived.

Ingrid's appearance came without any warning; not even the air seemed to ripple.

All eight segments simultaneously pierced the target's vital points.

Each segment extends from its end with countless tiny blades, creating a whirlwind of gleaming light.

—Scattered Blade Dance: Strange!

This is Ingrid's signature move.

She used this tactic to kill her aunt and successfully seize the position of Grand Duke of the "Claw" clan.

Even now, despite losing all reason, muscle memory still propels her to successfully execute the move, and its destructive power is even greater due to the mutation of her limbs.

But faced with the Silent Theater surrounding the Void, Ingrid's eight arthropods became mired in an invisible quagmire.

Their movements become slow and sluggish, completely "locked in".

All the blades were deflected, some even striking Cassano nearby, causing him to groan in pain once more.

Fes descended from the sky, his six wings unfurled, ready to unleash the crimson light of judgment once more.

He was very smart, and perhaps because he had transformed himself, he retained the most rationality.

The attack wasn't aimed at Ron, who looked like a tough opponent, but instead targeted Twilight City.

"Ralph!"

Silas's voice was filled with terror.

The intensity of the light of judgment clearly exceeded the shield's maximum load-bearing capacity.

If it truly falls, Twilight City will cease to exist.

Ron didn't need him to remind him.

The pillar of thunder and fire erupted with a roar, and a bolt of purplish-black lightning shot out from his hand, striking straight at the light of judgment.

The two forces collided... Boom!

………………

The power of the void guided the direction of the explosion, directing the aftershocks towards the eastern sea, the area with the fewest friendly forces.

The shockwave from the explosion swept across the sea, cleaving the seawater in two from its deepest point, and the seawater on both sides of the crack could not close up for a long time.

The seabed reefs, silt, and even the deep-sea creatures were all evaporated.

Toby slumped onto the city wall, staring blankly at the strait that had appeared out of nowhere.

His eyes were bleeding, his nose was bleeding, and his ears were bleeding.

The voice had clearly shielded him from mental pollution before, but now he was overloaded again.

His brain is unable to process what is happening.

The sky has cracked open.

Four figures collided, intertwined, and exploded in the air, each collision producing a dazzling flash.

The sea has split open.

The crack is still there, and the seawater surges and roars on both sides of the crack, but it cannot close.

How much power is that?
He couldn't imagine it; all he felt was intense pain in his eyes.

Something was being pumped into his brain, distorting his thinking.

He heard sounds, countless sounds, screaming, crying, laughing madly.

He saw colors, colors that shouldn't exist, colors that couldn't be named.

It was black within purple, gold within black, nothingness within gold, and light within nothingness...

His brain started to short-circuit.

These colors shouldn't exist at the same time, but they do indeed intertwine, merge, and tear apart before my eyes.

"Old buddy...old buddy!"

Someone was calling him from the side.

Toby turned his head and saw his comrade-in-arms shaking his thigh.

The other person seemed quite experienced; he was now crouching on the ground, clutching his head, saying, "Stop looking! You'll go crazy!"

Toby's voice was hoarse: "Is that... the gods fighting?"

"No, that's not God."

His companions pulled him behind the city wall, making him face away from the sky:

"Gods wouldn't be so...real."

"Gods are legends, stories, and things we can never touch."

“But that…” the old man’s voice trembled, “that is a real power.”

"It is a force capable of tearing apart oceans, shattering skies, and even altering stars."

"Our mortal eyes cannot bear this kind of 'reality'."

Toby leaned against the city wall, panting heavily.

His body was trembling, trembling uncontrollably.

The roar continued, and the sky remained ablaze.

He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds he couldn't understand.

Explosions, screams, shattering sounds... this battle seems to be coming to an end.

Cassano was the first to fall.

The six-armed behemoth looked fierce, but it was actually all bark and no bite. It was the weakest of the beasts and could not do any damage to the Chaos Veil of the Dark Threshold.

The less it can devour its target, the weaker it becomes.

The power of chaos completely subdues it.

Because chaos itself is "nothingness," it is the starting point of all possibilities and the end point of all things.

You cannot devour "nothingness," just as you cannot grasp emptiness with your hands.

Ron only used three moves.

The first move: the veil of chaos unfolds, deflecting its attack;

The second move was to shoot out starlight chains, binding all of its arms;

The third move: The [Mysterious Gate] slightly opens.

A massive surge of chaotic energy poured out from behind the door, directly into Cassano's body.

The giant beast let out a shrill scream.

Its body began to shrink and disintegrate, peeling away and dissolving layer by layer from the outermost layer of bony armor, turning into a shriveled corpse.

The remains still retained some of Casano's outline, and his appearance in life could still be vaguely discerned.

Ingrid was the second to fall.

Although her concealment was excellent, she could not escape the tracking of [Observation].

No matter how deep she hid in the shadows, or how low she suppressed her aura.

Under the "observation" of the starlight pillars, nothing can hide.

Ron waved his hand gently, and a spear of starlight shot out.

The spear of light pierced precisely through the shadows where she was hiding, penetrating her abdomen.

The spider monster let out a sharp, mournful howl.

Its body fell from the shadows, its eight limbs flailing wildly in a final struggle.

But the second beam of light had already fallen, then the third, the fourth, the fifth...

Countless spears of light rained down, pinning the spider monster to the ground.

Fies was the last to fall; as the strongest of the three dukes, he also lasted the longest.

The power of that six-winged blood angel was indeed terrifying; its light of judgment could almost destroy everything.

But "almost" is not "everything".

Ron’s pillar of lightning clashed with him head-on for dozens of rounds, each collision producing an explosion powerful enough to alter the terrain.

The earth trembled, the ocean roared, and the sky burned.

But as time passed, the light of judgment was completely obscured by the veil of chaos, and his body was firmly bound by chains of starlight.

Fes's sacred yet twisted six wings began to fall one by one.

In the final moments, he surprisingly regained enough rationality:
"Thank you, young man, for showing me what true strength is..."

As the lightning struck, the Blood Angel's body turned to ashes in the electric light.

………………

The battle was over. Toby stopped crouching with his head in his hands and opened his eyes.

The sky returned to calm.

The figure enveloped in starlight still hovered in mid-air, its veil fluttering gently, its crown appearing and disappearing.

The three pillars slowly converged, eventually transforming into three beams of light that entered his body.

On the city walls, in the square, on the streets... all the survivors were looking up at that figure.

No one spoke; language could no longer express their feelings at that moment.

Toby's eyes welled up with tears of relief.

I'm grateful to be alive and to have witnessed all of this.

I am grateful to be a member of Twilight City.

On the city wall, someone began to chant softly.

“Nos…we…”

His incompletis alis
With these unfinished wings
Nos…we…

Potentes transire lucem aeternum
Able to pass through the eternal twilight

Spero ot omnem tenebras disperderet, et lux eventum veniet…

May it dispel all darkness, for dawn will eventually come…

More and more people are joining in the singing.

The sound traveled from the city wall to the square, from the square to the streets, and from the streets to every corner.

The whole city was singing, which even eased the pain of the wounded and the shadow of death.

Ron hovered in the air, looking down at the devastated battlefield below.

His face showed no joy of victory, but rather a deep weariness.

The fall of the three dukes does not mean that everything is over.

Aiden is only forced into a deep sleep; he will awaken again.

"But at least..."

He looked at the cheering figures on the city wall and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Today, most people have survived."

Turning around, his gaze fell upon the strait that still had not yet closed.

The seawater is flowing back, but it will probably take a long time for that crack to fully heal.

"There's still a lot to do..."

Post-war reconstruction, casualty statistics, reactions from various factions, and... certain "clues" obtained in that battle.

Although Selna's historical projection has faded, the information she left behind still echoes in his mind.

Hilda, the "witness" who has lived for eight thousand years, is Aiden's two "nails of guilt".

These are all questions that require further exploration, but that's for later.

Now...

Ron landed on the city wall, where Miller, Euphemia, Silas... were all waiting for him.

And those soldiers who have just gone through hellish battles, they also need a leader, someone who can tell them "everything will be alright".

With that thought, he retracted his ethereal form, reverted to the appearance of an ordinary wizard, and walked toward the blood-soaked and exhausted guards.

"Everyone, thank you for your hard work."

We repelled the enemy and defended the city.

"Now..." he smiled slightly, "it's time to move towards a brand new tomorrow."

The soldiers looked at him, their eyes filled with tears.

Some people started to applaud.

The applause grew louder and louder, eventually culminating in a thunderous cheer.

"Long live Lord Ralph!"

Long live Twilight City!

"We won! We won!"

The twilight still shrouded the land, but in the hearts of every survivor, dawn had already quietly arrived. (End of Chapter)