Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 925 - 403: Hunting Evil
Previously on Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots...
Despite the audience's continuing laughter, Maggs could no longer pay attention to it.
"Since all legions have entered, the 127th Abyssal Preliminaries officially commence!"
His voice, amplified by a spiritual wave, silenced the entire arena instantly.
"The competition's rules are straightforward—an eighteen-legion melee, with the last surviving team claiming victory!"
Following his declaration, the arena floor began to transform.
The previously level ground fractured and reformed, creating a treacherous battlefield filled with hidden dangers and obstacles.
Sections morphed into pools of lava, others erupted with sharp stone spires, and some were bisected by deep fissures, establishing natural boundaries within the terrain.
"Let the pandemonium begin!"
No sooner had Maggs finished speaking than the seventeen "mighty" legions sprung into action.
Unexpectedly, their initial target wasn't each other, but collectively, they focused on Nari's team, which appeared to be the weakest.
"Let's eliminate the most straightforward target first!"
Delir’s Fallen Angels initiated the assault, six grotesque figures with decaying wings soaring towards the stand-in puppet.
Their method of attack was horrifically brutal.
Anyone they contacted would suffer the agonizing despair of a collapsing faith.
"It's all over," a spectator murmured, shaking their head.
"Nari's little creations won't survive even a minute."
However, just as the Fallen Angels were about to strike the puppet, an astonishing event unfolded.
The stand-in puppet slowly opened its eyes, revealing a serene glow identical to Ron's flickering within them.
In the blink of an eye, its form vanished from its position, moving like a phantom.
It reappeared instantly within the center of the six Fallen Angels' trap.
"What..."
The lead Fallen Angel could barely voice its surprise before an overwhelming force emanated from the puppet.
The puppet lifted its right hand, pressing its five fingers gently against the Fallen Angel's forehead.
"Rest in peace."
... Hunting Evil, activate!
In the immediate aftermath, the formidable Fallen Angel began to disintegrate, starting from its head.
There was no ghastly gore, but an almost beautiful dissolution.
Its body, like sand scattered by the wind, gradually transformed into luminous particles, being completely absorbed.
Along with its tormented soul, it found a form of "release."
The entire disintegration occurred in unnerving silence, devoid of screams or struggles, only a profound, transcendent peace.
"This... this is utterly impossible..."
The remaining five Fallen Angels recoiled in sheer terror, the hateful fire in their eyes faltering.
Within the Abyss, a power capable of "purifying" fallen entities with such ease was virtually non-existent.
The audience's jeers abruptly ceased, replaced by a suffocating silence.
Every spectator's eyes were wide, struggling to comprehend the spectacle they had just witnessed.
"That puppet..."
"How could it possess such might..."
"Such purity... it has no place in the Abyss..."
While everyone remained stunned, the assaults from the other legions had already commenced.
Kempes’s dimensional soldiers attacked from numerous spatial planes concurrently.
Their weapons traversed through spacetime, aiming for the puppet from angles that defied logic.
Kro’s time eroders attempted to ensnare the puppet in a fatal loop, forcing it to repeatedly relive the agony of death and rebirth.
Facing onslaughts from all sides, the stand-in puppet maintained its ethereal calm.
It casually raised its left hand, and an invisible shield materialized instantly.
The weapons that had pierced spacetime collided with the shield, melting away as swiftly as snow under a blazing sun.
The corrupting influence of the time erosion was completely repelled, leaving the puppet utterly unaffected.
"Such formidable defense..."
Maggs’s nine eyes remained fixed on the unfolding battle, his astonishment growing.
"Absolute isolation... This isn't merely a defensive technique; it appears to be some form of rule-based protection..."
Concurrently, the seemingly innocuous music jellyfish began to stir.
The melodious tones they emitted transformed into a terrifying frequency, directly assaulting the enemies' subconscious minds.
Kempes’s dimensional soldiers were the first to succumb.
Their bodies, dispersed across multiple dimensions, lost synchronicity, executing contradictory actions.
Some soldiers' heads attempted to turn left while their bodies moved right;
Others' arms lunged to attack, yet their legs propelled them backward.
This internal chaos rapidly devolved into utter pandemonium, with soldiers across various dimensions turning on each other.
Kro’s time warriors fared little better.
The disruptive frequencies from the music jellyfish shattered their meticulously crafted time loops.
What had once been a controlled cycle of demise and revival devolved into a maelstrom of temporal chaos.
Soldiers were propelled into the future, instantly decaying into skeletal remains; others were pulled back into the past, reliving the agony of their demise; while some found themselves ensnared in temporal loops, their fragmented bodies existing in disparate timelines. "These creatures of the abyss..." A voice from the onlookers started to grasp the dire implications of the situation: "They possess the ability to fracture the very foundational laws governing existence..." "They're not merely disrupting these laws; they are actively rewriting the fabric of reality," added a more enlightened High Tier Awakened, his voice grave. "It would appear Nari has integrated their power, a feat typically reserved for those who hold the position of Throne Holders..." At this crucial juncture, Explorer One unveiled their own formidable abilities.