Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1151 - 474: Offspring of the Betrayer (Part 2)

The Multi-faced Race is one of the most mysterious indigenous tribes in the Quicksand Lands.

They are born with multiple personality traits; a single individual can simultaneously bear dozens of different consciousness patterns.

What’s more terrifying is that they can connect this multi-consciousness with other creatures, forming a collective consciousness network akin to a hive mind.

Under the coordination of this network, the once individually fighting tribal warriors now cooperate like different organs of an organic entity.

The Sand Walkers are responsible for harassment and containment, the Wind Speakers provide long-range support and interference, the Stone Heart Warriors serve as the main assault force, while the Multi-faced Race acts as the brain for unified command.

The precision of this tactical coordination even surpasses that of many well-trained regular armies.

"Conventional divide and conquer tactics won’t work here."

Ron calmly analyzed the situation:

"As long as the collective consciousness network exists, they can maintain perfect coordination. We must first disrupt this network."

He began to mobilize the newly acquired "Elemental Disorder" trait.

This ability not only interfered with the target’s magic casting but, with the precise guidance of spiritual power, could also directly impact consciousness connections.

Ron divided his spiritual power like silver needles, then slowly infiltrated along those invisible consciousness lines.

This required extremely precise control skills, as the slightest mistake could be detected by the collective consciousness, resulting in a counterattack.

When the spiritual power touched the core node constructed by the Multi-faced Race, Ron sensed an unprecedentedly complex consciousness structure.

It resembled a vast spiritual maze, interwoven with countless thought circuits.

Each circuit represented the consciousness of an indigenous warrior.

Under the coordination of the Multi-faced Race, they formed a collective intelligence that transcended individual wisdom.

"Here..."

Ron located the most crucial load-bearing nodes in the network, the cores that maintained the stable operation of the entire system.

He began implanting "noise" into these nodes—a chaotic signal on the consciousness level created with the Elemental Disorder trait.

The effect was immediate.

Noticeable delays and errors began appearing in the collective consciousness network.

The once precise coordination commands became blurred and unclear.

Some warriors received outdated commands from a previous cycle, while others received no instructions at all.

"No... the connection is being disrupted... I can’t hear the others anymore..."

The coordinating members of the Multi-faced Race let out painful groans.

Their forms began to flicker and shift unstably, with serious conflicts arising in the multiple personalities they once switched smoothly between.

The changes on the battlefield were immediate.

The guerrilla attacks by the Sand Walkers started to mistime.

They often launched attacks from the wrong places at the wrong times, exposing themselves to counterattacks.

The interference from the Wind Speakers also lost its target, with some even beginning to accidentally harm their own allies.

The Stone Heart Warriors, while still advancing, had their formations begin to loosen, losing the previously unstoppable momentum.

"Now’s the time!"

Edwin sharply seized this opportunity.

He took a deep breath, pushing the lava dragon bloodline within him to its limit.

Scorching magma surged from beneath him, not spewing upwards but quickly spreading along the network of underground tunnels dug by the Sand Walkers.

——An underground river of lava!

This was a new skill he mastered after a deep bloodline awakening, allowing him to spread magma widely in liquid form.

Everywhere the high-temperature magma reached became scorched earth.

The underground passages that once provided cover for the Sand Walkers instantly turned into death traps.

"Ah! The tunnels are sealed off!"

The Sand Walkers were forced to surface from underground.

Their proud terrain advantage vanished, leaving them to confront the Sand Sea School in an open field battle.

Without the coordination of the collective consciousness network, these once well-coordinated tribal warriors quickly exposed their weaknesses of fighting independently.

Patty seized the opportunity to launch the "Storm Spiral," sweeping numerous Sand Walkers into the air and then using dense wind blades to reap them.

Laku manipulated sand to form quicksand vortices, trapping the less mobile Stone Heart Warriors in place.

Ron concentrated on continuing to disrupt the consciousness network of the Multi-faced Race, ensuring the enemy couldn’t reorganize effective coordinated attacks.

But just as the Sand Sea School was about to break through, a majestic and ancient dragon’s roar resounded from the sky.

The sound was thunderous, carrying an absolute authority from deep within the bloodline.

Even the indigenous warriors in battle halted their actions, instinctively looking up to the sky.

The leading shaman among the natives muttered softly:

"Hope these Dragon Descendants keep their promise and clear out the troublesome Sand Sea School first."

"Is this... the true pressure of the Dragon Race?"

Edwin’s expression changed drastically.

Even though the dragon species’ bloodline flowed within him, he still felt deep awe and fear when facing such a level of pressure.

The Burning Scale Clan’s forces also emerged.

Five tall figures clad in magnificent dragon scale armor descended slowly from the sky.

Leading them was a man who appeared to be in his thirties, with a burly frame and a stern face.

His pupils were gold-red, glimmering like molten gold with a dangerous light.

The most striking feature was the ancient slab he held high in his hand.

It was a deep red crystal the size of a fist, containing a dozen huge translucent dragon shadows sealed within.