Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 777 - 353: One Punch Blasts Foes Away_3

Malachi, the "Original Sin Many-Faced Beast" occupying the seventh throne, unleashed a profound roar.

His body twisted in grotesque ways, sprouting seven heads from diverse races atop a deformed trunk, with each head embodying a core negative emotion.

Right now, the human head in the center was the one talking, its eye sockets ablaze with envy's green flames:

"Resources? Agatha, you speak so lightly! Which of those truly valuable spoils have ended up in our hands?"

The remaining heads on his frame began to echo in agreement:

The Beastman head bellowed: "We can only drink her leftovers!"

The Elf head whispered menacingly: "That woman kept the best for herself!"

The Dragon Race head exhaled sulfurous flames: "I wish I could tear her to pieces!"

Other Supreme Apostles revealed their disturbing shapes from their respective thrones:

Nocturn, dubbed the "Twisted Sage" on the ninth throne, appeared the most human-like.

Yet a closer look revealed every limb obeying conflicting physical rules—left arm curving ahead, right arm backward, head flipping upright then inverted.

...

Bradish, the "Flesh Sculpture" of the twelfth throne, consisted of a writhing blob of meat, tentacles waving like ocean anemones, trailing crimson streaks through the air with every twitch.

In addition, there existed the "Monarch of Bone Mountain" Kalazek, the "Liquid Demon" Miras, the "Mother of Swarms" Shivana...

As tension thickened the air into something suffocating, a thunderous bellow crashed down from above.

"A bunch of goddamn cowards!"

The gravelly shout demolished the peace across the entire domain.

Instantly after, a gigantic silhouette plummeted from the emptiness like a shooting star, slamming straight into the second throne.

The brutal collision made the throne zone quake fiercely, while the souls composing it let out anguished cries.

Flesh chunks sprayed outward like falling rain, hissing corrosively upon striking the bone-resembling ground.

The horrifying shape of Chai Ye, the "Dragon Demon," revealed itself completely to the Apostles:

Three savage dragon heads positioned triangularly, each radiating a unique aura of dominance.

The left head's eyes flared with raging crimson fire, remnants of unidentified beings caught amid its teeth;

The middle head remained cold and pitiless, majestic as some eternal monument;

The right head gleamed with cruel delight, its tongue forever lapping at its mouth's edges.

Its massive frame released an overwhelming stench of blood, fresh from wading through corpse piles.

Injuries riddled its form, golden blood oozing like molten rock, every droplet etching craters into the floor.

"I just returned from the fourth layer," announced Chai Ye's left dragon head, voice thundering like stormclaps:

"Do you know what I saw there? A bunch of damned Wizards excavating ancient relics!"

The central head continued, its tone dreadfully grave:

"And we so-called 'Supreme Apostles,' can only hide in the depths of the Abyss, not daring to make a peep!"

The right head burst into deranged cackles:

"Hahahaha! A dozen weaklings poked to death by the Witch King's fingertip, dare to sit on thrones and call themselves Supreme Apostles? Probably can't even beat ordinary Great Wizards, I alone can take on three of you!"

These words detonated like an explosive, sparking wrath among every Apostle present.

"What did you say?!"

Malachi's seven heads unleashed furious roars together, eyes vomiting multicolored flames:

"Chai Ye, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're ranked second!"

"Three heads been blasted by the exterminating beam of a Great Wizard?"

"You bastard born to a &%￥#*&!"

Agatha's decaying visage contorted into a nightmarish grimace, thick green pus spilling from her chest cavity:

"Chai Ye, did your big lizard brain get stuck between sound waves?"

Chai Ye eyed these enraged peers, all three dragon heads curling into sneers of disdain.

"You lot?"

It rose towering, six wings unfurling to blanket the throne zone in immense shadow.

Under its oppressive might, reality bent and creaked in agony:

"I said you probably couldn't beat even ordinary Great Wizards, wasn't wrong there!"

The central dragon head's declaration grew wilder: "A bunch of losers hiding in their nests playing house, dare to challenge me?"

No sooner had the taunt faded than Chai Ye's left arm lashed out like a bolt toward nearby Agatha.

This strike held star-shattering force, ripping through space like flimsy parchment to expose the turbulent void below.

Agatha scarcely lifted her arms in guard, yet the colossal blow hurled her and her throne backward.

Her frame of rotting innards exploded on impact.

Green pus showered everywhere, each globule potent with corrosion.

"Chai Ye! You damned lunatic!"

Malachi's seven heads bellowed as one, fury pushing him over the edge.

Seven distinct energies erupted from the heads—flames, frost, venom, lightning, acidic fog, shadow, and raw spirit assault.

Chai Ye reacted swifter still, its right dragon head whipping toward Malachi with jaws agape.

"Shut up!"

A pristine white beam lanced from the maw, destruction packed to its utmost limit.

Along the beam's path, all substance vanished, time's currents warping in its wake.