Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1205 - 490: Nari’s Dismemberment Show_2

The darkness, like ink, began to erode inward from the edges of the projection space.

"What is this...?"

Sarlin’s smile started to become unnatural. She felt an unprecedented sense of threat:

"Has the historical projection space been invaded by external forces? That’s impossible..."

As the darkness continued to spread, the rules of the projection space began to undergo fundamental changes.

Massive shadows slowly emerged from the void.

Their shapes were indescribable in conventional language—part tentacle, part root, and part nerve network of some ancient creature.

Sarlin’s complexion began to pale.

She knew exactly what this meant.

Entities several levels above her were forcibly intervening at this historical node.

Moreover, it was clear they were coming for her.

"I am a direct subordinate of ’Void Spider’ Maggs!"

She tried to take the initiative, hoping to resolve the crisis through her powerful backing:

"Any attack on me is equivalent to a provocation against the first throne!"

But the response was only denser tentacle shadows.

With the full manifestation of Nari’s power projection, the entire historical projection space was enveloped in the darkness of the deep sea.

Dozens of gigantic tentacles fully extended from the void, each of them far beyond the imagination of an average person.

"Foolish insect."

Nari’s voice echoed in the projection space like a tsunami:

"Do you think history is a static record?

For beings of our level, time is merely another dimension of space."

Sarlin felt unprecedented fear.

In the face of such an absolute power disparity, her pride in her contamination technique seemed laughable.

"Furthermore..."

Nari’s tone became even colder, as a giant tentacle slowly swam towards Sarlin:

"You proactively attacked my child, which equates to provocation within my domain."

Sarlin attempted to use her strongest defense magic, constructing a spiritual barrier around her body.

But the protective barrier woven of pure willpower seemed as fragile as paper before Nari’s tentacles.

"Wait! I’m willing to withdraw the attack on that observer!"

She began to truly panic, her voice trembling:

"I can voluntarily remove the spiritual seed and promise never to infringe upon him in any form again!"

"Withdraw?"

Nari let out a contemptuous laugh:

"Poor little insect, you still don’t understand your current situation."

"You don’t have the right to negotiate with me.

What I will do is completely dismantle your projection so that my children can extract valuable knowledge from it."

Sarlin realized that negotiation was impossible and began to attempt her last counterattack.

She mobilized all the apostle origin within her, trying to unleash her strongest attack magic.

—Spiritual Storm!

Countless distorted spiritual energies burst from her body, sweeping towards Nari’s tentacles like a tornado.

This kind of attack could act on the opponent’s consciousness core; even an apostle of the same level wouldn’t dare to endure it lightly.

But Nari merely snorted dismissively.

A smaller tentacle gently waved.

Sarlin’s spiritual storm was completely neutralized, not even leaving a trace on the tentacle surface.

"Is this all?"

Nari’s voice was filled with disappointment:

"I thought Maggs’ direct subordinate would have a higher standard; it seems that spider’s taste is indeed questionable."

The ensuing battle was a completely one-sided massacre.

Nari wasn’t in a hurry to finish off Sarlin.

Her tentacles began performing precise "surgery."

The first step was to strip Sarlin of her defensive abilities.

A tentacle precisely severed her connection to the abyssal origin, making her unable to call upon apostle-level power.

The second step was to limit her mobility.

Several thinner tentacles, like cobwebs, wove a binding network around her, a newly mastered ability from Nari’s parsing of Maggs’ power.

The third step was to sever her perception ability.

Nari established an isolation field around Sarlin’s consciousness, preventing her from perceiving any information from outside the projection space.

The entire process was fluid, showcasing Nari’s increasing mastery over power control.

Sarlin now resembled a thoroughly subdued insect, helplessly struggling under their control.

Nari’s tentacles began the final stage of operation.

The first to be separated was "memory."

Countless hair-thin tentacles ventured into the depths of Sarlin’s consciousness, cautiously extracting every segment of memory like an archaeologist.

Each thread represented a fragment of Sarlin’s life.

From her human-era learning experiences, to her journey through corruption, to various experiences after becoming an apostle.

During the extraction, Nari also conducted delicate sorting work.

Memories clearly marked by abyssal contamination were separately tagged, while those with academic value were specially preserved.

"Remember, child."

Nari worked while instructing Ron beside her:

"Memory is the concept element most likely to carry contamination.

Even after my purification process, you must remain vigilant during absorption."

The next to be separated was "emotions."

This process was more complex, as emotions were often closely intertwined with memories.

Nari had to be as precise as a surgeon, removing various emotional elements one by one without compromising the integrity of the memories.

Sarlin’s pain, anger, despair, and deeply twisted sense of pleasure were all converted into energy flames of different colors.

"These emotional fragments contain an extremely high concentration of pollutant substances."