Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 405: Chapter 227: Word Spirit Disturbing Heart Technique (Part 3)

In that delicate hesitation, the Holy Disc quietly completed its most adept curse magic—”First Circle: Death’s Gaze”.

”Soron, old friend, do you remember that project we researched together?”

The Holy Disc’s voice suddenly turned incomparably gentle, as if recounting a beautiful memory:

”About the study of human limits... the critical point between pain and pleasure... You said back then it was too dangerous, but now, I think you should experience it firsthand...”

As these words were uttered, an invisible curse energy subtly spread, coiling around Soron’s spirit barrier like a venomous snake.

This curse is not a simple confrontation of forces but a precise ”lock” designed specifically for Soron’s spiritual structure, like a key targeting the keyhole.

He only felt a whirl of dizziness, his ”multilayer twisted shield” was abruptly halted halfway in its construction.

Spiritual power seemed to be entangled by some invisible sticky mucus, unable to flow freely.

”This is... a curse...”

Soron struggled to break this confinement, but to his horror, he found that the more he tried, the deeper the curse penetrated into his spirit:

”Zote! You... how could you...”

”How could you release such a strong curse?”

The Holy Disc chuckled lightly:

”This is what you rigid wizards will never understand. The Path to the Abyss seems dangerous, yet it offers shortcuts beyond your imagination. The power traditional wizards spend decades mastering, under the abyss’s gift, can be grasped in an instant!”

As he spoke, the mutation of his right arm was fully revealed, three intersecting bone blades glinting with a chilling cold light, with bizarre purple-black energy flowing on them.

This energy is not simply abyssal contamination, but a meticulously refined ”soul corrosive”, capable of eroding the soul’s foundation while damaging the flesh.

Soron widened his eyes, sensing his body gradually losing control, with the flow of spiritual power getting slower and slower.

At the critical moment, he struggled with all his might to break free from the curse’s shackles.

But those once familiar spells at this moment scattered like sand blown by the wind, unable to coalesce.

The Holy Disc gave him no chance, its figure almost instantaneously blurred, leaving only a purple-black afterimage in the air.

”Farewell, Soron. I’m quite curious, what will the Crystal Tower craft from your soul...”

The bone blade mercilessly pierced Soron’s chest.

The moment it penetrated the heart, a surge of abyssal energy infused into it, causing the blood and flesh around the wound to rapidly decay and rot.

Soron only had time to let out a muffled groan before collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut.

A trace of morbid pleasure appeared on the Holy Disc’s face.

He knew that even a Morning Star level wizard, with no defense, could not withstand such a precise and lethal attack.

What’s more, Soron was already in a weakened state, his spiritual power and magic power far from their peak.

”What a bore...”

The Holy Disc murmured, yet a gleam of triumph flickered in his eyes.

He was aware that during the engagement just now, he hadn’t used the full power of the Throne Seed.

The Apostle’s Power is like a precious magic potion, where every little bit must be used with precision.

Speaking, he ruthlessly withdrew the bone blade from Soron’s chest, pulling out a still weakly beating heart.

The heart was covered with a thin layer of Morning Star level magic power crystal substance, emitting a faint glow even detached from the body.

”The heart of a Morning Star level wizard... what a marvelous energy spring...”

The Holy Disc examined the still beating heart in his hand, greed gleaming in his seven eyes.

He opened his distorted mouth, sharp teeth flashing cold light, and swallowed the heart whole.

Warm fresh blood flowed down his jaw, leaving shocking marks on his mutated skin with the crimson liquid.

”Delicious to the extreme...” The Holy Disc satisfied, licked the corner of his mouth:

”It’s a pity time is tight, can’t thoroughly savor this body.”

He turned to the fallen Soron, a mocking smile appearing on his face.

”However, I think with your Morning Star level wizard’s power, you shouldn’t die so easily. Perhaps you might struggle for a brief moment, but...”

The Holy Disc’s seven eyes simultaneously flickered with a cold gleam.

”No matter, the abyss’s contamination has entered your blood, will soon erode your spiritual world, completely destroy your consciousness. Death will be a mercy for you.”

Saying this, the Holy Disc turned and walked toward the hovering red crystal, ignoring the nearly lifeless Soron behind.

His goal was clear, using the Apostle’s Power to destroy the core seal of the bloodline altar.

Releasing the suppressed abyssal energy inside, creating even greater chaos.

In this chaos, it will become easier to seek and approach Ron.

Walking beneath the crystal, the Holy Disc raised his hands, a surge of purple-black energy emerged from his palms, wrapping around the crystal’s surface like tentacles.

Cracks spread across the crystal surface, accompanied by a piercing cracking sound, causing the whole space to tremble.

The Holy Disc’s seven eyes flickered with mad radiance.

He could sense his power resonating with the abyssal energy sealed in the crystal, mutually enhancing, gradually breaking through the seal’s shackles.

”Continue... stronger... ah!”

With a scream, the Holy Disc unleashed the full force of the Throne Seed.

An unprecedented energy fluctuation erupted from his body, directly impacting the crystal’s core.