Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1177 - 482: Powerless Fury

Ron was stunned; for a moment, he couldn’t grasp the deeper meaning of this sentence:

"Do you mean...?"

"Look around, clever child."

Savis pointed with a bony finger at the edge of the arena, his tone carrying a hint of "the authorities are clueless" mockery:

"What do you notice?"

Ron glanced around, suddenly realizing an important detail he had completely overlooked.

Those contestants belonging to the core forces:

Baroque, other elite members of the Burning Scale Clan, tribal leaders of the Native Alliance, and even some powerful loners, had all vanished.

Throughout the arena, aside from that distorted amalgamation and some entirely mindless parasitic forms, only a few of them remained conscious.

"They... have all escaped?"

"Not escaped, but transported away."

Savis corrected, the soul fire in his eye sockets flickering more vigorously:

"These elite members from various forces brought along emergency evacuation mechanisms prepped by their elders.

When the ritual starts spiraling out of control, and the threat level exceeds tolerable limits, these survival mechanisms automatically activate, teleporting key personnel to predefined safe zones."

Edwin also came to a realization, the hue on the surface of his Magma Armor glowing brighter with excitement:

"I understand! These successfully escaped survivors will inform the elders and representatives outside about everything happening inside!"

"That’s right, though you’re big, your brain is quite nimble."

Savis nodded approvingly:

"The bloodline truth of the Burning Scale Clan has been utterly exposed, and now they are in extreme disgrace and rage.

A glory system built on lies for thousands of years has collapsed overnight."

"The elite of the Native Alliance are virtually wiped out, and the remaining tribal leaders must be burning with anger.

They’ll realize they were sent into this deathtrap as expendable items."

Savis’s tone became more elongated and meaningful:

"And your dean must have already contacted the powers behind the scenes via emergency communication channels."

Ron’s heart lightened as he understood the true meaning in the words of Soul Knight.

Indeed, they need not use their meager strength to oppose such an incomprehensible, terrifying ritual.

The true ’rescue’ has been waiting outside the arena from the very start.

......

Outside the arena, in the observation deck area.

Salamanda stood on the dedicated observation deck of the Sand Sea School, his complexion heavy like storm clouds before a tempest.

Black smoke continually billowed from his nostrils, carrying the acrid sulfur smell, a direct physical manifestation of his extreme anger.

As a powerful Dark Sun Level Wizard with partially elemental bloodline, Salamanda’s emotions often directly influence the ambient temperature.

Now, the temperature on the observation deck had risen by almost a dozen degrees, with fragile ornaments showing signs of heat-induced deformation.

Leonardo, the "Dissection Knife," still sat on the Life Tree School’s podium, wearing that professionally fake smile.

But Salamanda could clearly see the smug expression behind this man’s lenses.

The kind of satisfaction that resembled a mastermind behind a successfully carried out scam.

"Leonardo!"

Salamanda’s voice boomed like thunder, its huge volume causing the entire observation deck to shudder slightly:

"What kind of nonsense are you up to? This is no academic competition; it’s large-scale live experimentation!"

Leonardo, unhurried, adjusted his gold-framed glasses, maintaining a scholarly gentle tone:

"Dean Salamanda, please don’t be so agitated.

Academic research always requires some... innovative methodologies.

The traditional research model can no longer satisfy our deep exploration needs into the essence of life."

"Innovation?"

Salamanda pointed to the horrific scene displayed in the transmission crystal, his voice hoarse with rage:

"You call turning living students into twisted monsters innovation?

You call using a triple eclipse for mass soul harvesting academic research?"

His finger traced a flame trajectory through the air:

"Leonardo, you’ve crossed the line!

This conduct would be defined as a crime against humanity in any legitimate Wizard Organization!"

As the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, a commotion erupted from the observation deck of the Burning Scale Clan.

Baroque, aided by a few clan members who had also successfully escaped, struggled to walk out of the Teleportation Array.

His condition was extremely dire, almost painfully unbearable to behold.

His face exhibited a surrealistic painting-like twisted split effect.

The left half retained a handsome human youth’s appearance, with smooth skin and deep eyes;

The right half was entirely covered by golden-red Dragon Scale, the pupils burning with a beast-like fierce glint.

Meanwhile, all of Baroque’s previous arrogance and confidence were absent from his eyes.

The inherent superiority as Dragon Blood Nobles had utterly vanished.

In its place were deep confusion, agony, and fundamental self-doubt about his essence.

"Bloodline conflict, this is a typical sign of bloodline conflict..."

A trembling voice from a Burning Scale Clan Elder declared:

"An essential rejection reaction has occurred between the modified bloodline and the original human bloodline within the body..."

The chief’s face turned pale as paper.

If even Baroque, heralded as an exceptional bloodline inheritor unseen for centuries, could face such conflict.

Then their entire clan, the proud bloodline purification ritual they’ve boasted for thousands of years...