Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 752 - 345: Retrospection_3

He settled into the array at the heart of the collection chamber.

Made from silver runes, this array amplifies historical insight while layering on numerous defensive barriers.

"Remember, you're only an observer and participant—don't try to alter a thing."

Uther delivered his final caution:

"History's weight crushes far heavier than you can fathom; meddling in it risks dire, unforeseeable fallout."

Ron drew in a steady breath, laid his palm softly on "Frostbite's" hilt, and invoked the "Historical Research" skill.

The collection room's walls rippled like liquid, time's borders fading into vagueness.

The cursed land emerged first.

Dense blood-red clouds shrouded the sky, no sun or stars visible—just that smothering scarlet illumination.

Corrosive fumes choked the air, each inhalation stirring a viscous malice deep in the throat.

The ground's vista proved even more nightmarish.

Plains once lush with grass now overflowed with mangled flesh and pale bones.

Myriad corroded cadavers protruded halfway from the dirt, ghostly grudge fires still flickering in their hollow eye sockets.

Ron "possessed" Adrick.

The body's first sensation was sheer "potency."

Towering close to two meters, muscles forged like iron, every throb channeled frigid might through his veins.

"The last battle..."

Adrick eyed the distant corrosion legion massing, his tone laced with relief and iron resolve.

Ron sensed Adrick's tangled emotions:

Tranquil surrender to looming death, grief for comrades left unsaved, seething loathing for the corrosion legion, and ache for reunion with kin.

Across the remote horizon, the corrosion legion surged forward.

A horde of horrors born from abyssal depths:

Corrosion Finger Monster—massive, house-scale fiends of eight colossal human fingers, each as girthsome as a battering ram, nails honed like daggers;

Wailers—elongated worm-beasts stitched from innumerable warped human trunks, spanning hundreds of meters, mouths locked in piercing laments;

Flesh Giants—behemoths rising tens of meters, pieced from festering meat, sloughing rotten viscera per step, exhaling death's reek;

Nightmare Knights—decapitated cavalry on blazing bone mounts, swinging spears weeping blood, hoof-falls birthing undying emerald ghostfire.

"Come, you repulsive scum."

Adrick seized "Frostbite", frost swiftly sheathing the blade as ambient moisture crystallized:

"Death claims us all today, but I vow yours will be uglier than mine."

Raising "Frostbite", Ron felt the polar ice dragon bloodline rage within Adrick.

Like injecting liquid nitrogen into the veins—icy, yet surging with raw force.

This domain technique, exclusive to Bloodline Knights' elite, rivaled Moon Level Wizard might.

A tremendous frost blast erupted from Adrick's position.

Air turned to ice crystals in its wake, ground blanketed in heavy frost, corrosive haze solidifying outright.

Leading Corrosion Finger Monsters flash-froze into sculptures, Adrick's swing exploding them into myriad glittering shards.

Yet the corrosion legion's multitudes pressed on, thick as locust plagues.

Adrick's chill claimed droves, but the enemy tide never ebbed.

Ron rode Adrick's gaze through every slash, guard, and weave:

The Wailers' sonic barrage met a towering ice shield from Adrick.

Stone-crushing waves boomed against it, recoil launching him to skewer the creature's vocal nucleus.

Squaring off with a Flesh Giant, Adrick shunned raw power, employing "Frostbite's" freeze to lock the joints progressively.

Knees locked first, elbows next, neck at last—fully vivisected.

The Nightmare Knight's lance raked his shoulder, blood spraying like crimson plum petals on snow.

Adrick's riposte halved the knight, ghostly green inferno powerless against his frost plating.

Hours of strife drained Adrick utterly.

Bloodline essence spent, "Frostbite's" rime dimmed, wounds everywhere, his gore painting the snow crimson.

The corrosion legion's champion arrived: a "Spectral Dragon".

Formerly a proud hybrid dragon of ancient line.

Abyss corrosion warped it into flesh-metal monstrosity.

Pristine scales swapped for grotesque mechanisms, immense wings riddled with tubing.

"Ha... haha..."

Adrick cackled maniacally, gaze ablaze with frenzy:

"To think it's you, old friend... Sedlin, I'll grant you your final send-off."

Dazzling white glow flared from the blade, ambient chill deepened, crystals spawning in emptiness.

"Eternal Freeze!"

Adrick and "Frostbite's" crowning ultimate, his life's dying roar.

An icy pillar rent heaven and earth, entombing the plain in permafrost.

The Corrosive Dragon, beam-struck, iced over in a heartbeat.

Freeze raced outward wildly, icing the field into winter dominion.

Surviving corrosion spawn petrified into idols, malice and torment interred eternally in frost.

History's playback ceased, Ron's awareness recoiled to the collection room.

A mere memory snippet, yet the savage fray rattled him deeply.

Adrick's lens yielded priceless battle arts and bloodline command.

[Historical Research (Skilled) Experience Points +1]

[Bloodline Shaping (Skilled) Experience Points +1]

[Cold Weapon Combat (Skilled) Experience Points +1]

...

"How do you feel?"

Uther's call snapped him from musing.

"Astounding."

Ron responded succinctly, eyes aglow with newfound wisdom:

"Adrick's battle mastery and spirit outstripped my wildest guesses."

......

Meanwhile, in the Abyss Fifth Layer's Sea of Darkness profoundest recesses.

Nari basked in her lifetime's sweetest moments.

Her vast eyes radiated motherly affection, locked on the petite silhouette within the treasury's core bubble.

"My little darling, today mommy has prepared a very special, very delicious feast for you."

Nari's voice floated gentle as down caressing blooms:

"Yesterday mommy went very very far to find the most nutritious food for you."

From storage vaults, she tenderly drew forth today's "special menu."

Cherished provisions, cradled in organic orbs, each emanating singular, mighty aura pulses.