Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 836 - 373: Truly My Child (Part 3)

Deep within the Flesh and Blood Forest, the synchronized palpitations of the "Heart Trees" echoed like a thundering war call.

The waters surging from the Sea of Darkness began their unnatural reversal, creating immense turbulence that distorted the very direction of gravity.

Even the expanse of the sky adopted a deeply unsettling, blood-red hue.

Perceiving the imminent danger, Mogron initiated the mobilization of the frenzied power stored within him.

Crimson patterns bloomed across his bone armor, and his entire form started emitting intense heat, resembling a volcano on the brink of eruption.

Yet, a spark of heightened excitement ignited in his eyes:

"You wish to battle?" he growled like a savage beast, his fists now wreathed in frenzied energy. "It has been an age since I last stretched my limbs!"

Mogron hurtled toward Nari, his colossal silhouette leaving a phantom trail in the air.

His fists, imbued with the power of frenzy, possessed the might to shatter mountains.

However, within the chaotic maelstrom of the Chaos Storm, his speed and strength were significantly diminished.

The charge, which should have been a straight line, twisted and veered unpredictably, its path warped by the storm's interference, as if he were wading through a thick, viscous fluid.

Nari, unfazed, barely acknowledged the charge, casually extending an ordinary-looking tentacle.

This tentacle met Mogron's fist with a resounding impact that seemed to split the heavens.

The resulting shockwave propagated outward, dramatically reshaping the surrounding landscape.

Peaks were leveled, and canyons were filled in...

Mogron was violently propelled backward by this single strike.

Fractures spiderwebbed across his bone armor, with several fragments breaking off and falling away.

"This cannot be..." he examined his damage in stunned disbelief, a trickle of emerald blood seeping from the fissures.

"How has Nari's power grown so immense? Such an amplification... it defies all logic..."

Seizing the moment, Selena unleashed her assault, her ethereal form fragmenting into a myriad of illusions.

Each illusion embodied a distinct manifestation of dread.

There were phantoms of childhood fears, specters of mortality, visions of utter madness, and terrifying concepts best left unnamed.

These nightmarish illusions cascaded toward Nari like an overwhelming wave, intent on breaching her Spiritual World.

Each illusory entity exuded unique psychic toxins, potent enough to plunge ordinary intelligent beings into madness instantaneously.

What astounded Selena was the utter futility of her usually infallible spiritual assault against Nari.

"Spiritual Intrusion?" Nari's laughter echoed, imbued with an astonishing clarity.

"My spiritual core is more steadfast than ever; your paltry tricks hold no sway over me."

She unfurled numerous tentacles, commencing the intricate weaving of a complex energy matrix in the void.

Every nightmare illusion that made contact with these appendages was instantly annihilated by Chaos Power, vanishing without a trace, dissolving like ephemeral foam.

"Instead, you both..." Nari's tone deepened, becoming ominously menacing as all her gazes simultaneously fixed upon the two intruders.

"...shall learn the true meaning of terror from me."

The Chaos Storm began to unleash its destructive potential in earnest.

Under Nari's meticulous manipulation, environmental conditions favorable to her emerged.

Mogron discovered that his vaunted Regeneration Ability was faltering.

The wounds not only refused to mend but began to expand, as if being torn asunder by unseen forces.

Selena's misty essence started to unravel, and the meticulously constructed dreamscapes crumbled.

The fragile border between reality and illusion, crucial for her existence, grew indistinct and lost its definition.

"Damned cephalopod..."

Mogron clenched his jaw, initiating the burning of his life essence to bolster his combat capabilities, raw energy erupting around him.

"It's merely new power, what's the fuss! I shall tear you asunder!"

Mogron's furious outburst was brief.

The moment his threat concluded, the enhanced Polluting Touch descended like lightning.

This strike, executed with calculated precision, moved with such blinding speed that he had no time to react.

In an instant, it breached his formidable bone armor, plunging deep into his very flesh.

The dreadful consequence of the pollution finally revealed its terrifying might.

Following the tentacle's penetration, the Ron-infused Erosion commenced its spread from the wound, engulfing his entire being.

The corruption advanced like a sentient entity; wherever it permeated, the flesh underwent irrevocable and grotesque mutation.

Mogron's much-vaunted resilience proved utterly useless against this extreme form of contamination.

His cells initiated autophagia, his blood vessels turned a sickening black, and his bones began to lose their rigidity.

"Aaaahhhh!" He bellowed in pure agony, his cry laced with an unprecedented terror.

"What is this abhorrent substance? This pollution... impossible... my resistance..."

His body succumbed to widespread necrosis and grotesque distortion.

Muscles, once as unyielding as steel, now sloughed off like putrid decay, exposing the blackened skeletal structure beneath.

Witnessing her companion's dire predicament, Selena immediately grasped the gravity of the situation.

In the Abyss, when one side’s strength overwhelmingly surpasses the other, the very nature of combat undergoes a complete transformation.

It ceases to be a mere skirmish for physical training and devolves into a ruthless bloodbath where the powerful mercilessly prey on the weak.

"Mogron! Retreat immediately!"

She cried out, initiating the formation of a grand teleportation spell as her ethereal form rapidly condensed.

"This madwoman genuinely intends to kill us! And her power..."

Mogron desperately fought to extricate himself, but the encroaching pollution advanced with alarming speed.

Half of his body had already suffered such severe erosion that it was unrecognizable, leaving him with insufficient strength to facilitate an escape.

Emerald blood erupted from the wound like a fountain.

However, it soon transmuted into a thick, black viscous fluid, emitting a putrid stench that was deeply unsettling.

"Nari..." he mustered his final reserves of strength, his voice rasping and indistinct, to issue a threat.

"You will face retribution for your actions today... The other apostles will not stand idly by... The High Council..."

"Other apostles? The High Council?" Nari scoffed, her laughter laced with mockery.

"Let them come, then."

Her words carried an imposing depth of threat.

This was not mere bluster but an unwavering confidence rooted in absolute power.

Just as Mogron teetered on the verge of collapse, a colossal vortex of dreams materialized in the sky, shimmering with ethereal, rainbow-hued dreamlight.

Selena cast a wary glance toward Nari, her misty form beginning to retract towards the Teleportation Gate.

The grievously wounded Mogron scrambled into the Teleportation Gate, vanishing into the warped dimensions without even the time to utter a final threat.

Nari made no move to impede their escape, simply observing the direction the two apostles fled, her eyes glinting with disdain.

There was still some time remaining before the true carnage of the ranking battles commenced.

This particular engagement had merely served to showcase a fraction of her unassailable might.

Had Mogron been truly vanquished here, it would have undeniably shattered the delicate non-aggression pact among the apostles, thereby violating the sacred edicts established by the Supreme Apostles.

Furthermore, recalling Chai Ye’s substantial and oppressive aura, she felt a noticeable disparity at her current cultivation level.

However, with the solidification of her spiritual state, Nari sensed ample potential for future advancement.

Given sufficient time, she might very well surpass Chai Ye, just as she had decisively overcome Mogron today.

"Besides," she mused, gently caressing the enhanced Polluting Touch, her satisfaction evident in her voice, "I have yet to unleash my full power..."

"It truly is worthy of being my progeny, utterly formidable."