Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 682 - 322: Conquest Showcase_4

"The elite enforcement squads of the Steel Federation, capable of battling solo with the might of a typical Morning Star Wizard, yet when they assemble into a hunting pack, they deliver a deadly peril to any Moon Level Mage."

Cassandra softly caressed the crown of a single synthetic hound, prompting it to drop low right away, while it let out a low buzz akin to the whir of machinery:

"Originally, the Steel Federation commanded three thousand of these battle engines, but now they obey solely my commands."

In order to showcase the prowess of the synthetic hounds, Cassandra directed several to execute a display.

They rapidly shifted into diverse battle configurations:

Certain ones extended their appendages, morphing into spider-esque multi-limbed shapes, darting forward at velocities where their paths blurred into nothingness;

Others unfurled power-infused wings across their backs, suspending themselves mid-air, unleashing potent laser blasts from their jaws, scorching dark scars effortlessly onto the floor;

The most striking display came from one that executed a momentary phase transition, rendering its form partially see-through, as it slipped straight through a sturdy column.

The fusion of biotech and arcane methods unveiled fresh horizons for the assembled wizards.

In particular, experts in lineage refinement and alchemy watched with eyes already sparkling covetously.

"The morphing tech for machine-based organisms..."

Ron focused intently on scrutinizing the synthetic hounds' build, striving to unravel their secrets:

"It's not mere mechanical tweaking, rather a profound overhaul during the early growth phase.

The creature's developmental path gets rewritten, enabling seamless integration of organic tissue and tech at the tiniest scale."

The next show was far more disturbing, featuring a handful of "rainbow spirits" confined within bespoke crystalline enclosures.

Devoid of any set shape, their essences made from vivid spectral power, swirling like animated prisms inside the prisons.

Yet despite the robust crystal barriers, the wizards gathered could sense the raw terror and hopelessness radiating from them.

The spirits kept shifting hues, ranging from radiant yellow to profound indigo, with every alteration bringing waves of anguished feelings.

"Originating from the ’Spectrum Realm’, they naturally wield control over illumination and all sorts of energies."

Cassandra spoke with evident pleasure, like unveiling her trove of invaluable creations:

"A single rainbow spirit delivers power generation matching that of a arcane energy plant. Plus, their existences span thousands of years, rendering them a supremely reliable power supply."

To highlight the worth of the rainbow spirits, she gave a light rap on one enclosure's side.

The impacted spirit promptly started expelling energy in torment, as explosive colors flared wildly within, spiking the ambient magic density in the chamber twofold at once.

Such coerced power draw inflicted severe agony, causing the spirits’ glow to fade, while hues edged toward a somber crimson symbolizing suffering.

Cassandra's face remained utterly impassive, treating the torment as if it held no connection to her.

Plenty of spectators showed clear unease, though even more gazes burned with avarice.

Ron too wrestled with tangled feelings inside.

Being a logical scholar, he fully grasped the immense worth of these high-yield power units.

Rainbow spirits offered not just consistent output but also nearly zero contamination, the perfect setup any experiment could crave.

"The age-old clash of ethics against utility..."

He dissected his inner turmoil:

"Should these rainbow spirits join willingly, swapping energy for safeguard and supplies, I'd feel no qualms."

Cassandra observed the hall full of wizards' responses, a pleased grin curling her lips.

Terror, avarice, astonishment, reverence... A whirlwind of sentiments danced across the audience's features, exactly the impact she aimed for.