Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 1133: Chapter 469: Bone Knight

The blood-red teleportation light instantly enveloped the entire arena.

Leonardo stood on the viewing platform of the Life Tree School, his eyes behind his glasses somewhat excited.

He seemed to inadvertently run his fingers over the edge of the human skin scroll.

A drop of crimson blood silently seeped into the teleportation array.

"Ah, truly... an accident."

He adjusted his glasses, his lips curling into a barely noticeable smile.

The moment the blood merged into the array, the coordinate matrix of the entire teleportation network began to undergo subtle shifts.

The previously precise spatial positioning started to experience slight chaos, as if the gears of a precision instrument had been quietly misaligned by a few degrees.

"Oh, truly sorry."

Leonardo adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, displaying an apologetic smile:

"With age, my hands are somewhat unsteady, but the teleportation array has already been activated, there shouldn’t be too much of an impact."

Salamanda’s nostrils expelled black smoke, his fists crackling, but the situation was irreversible, it was too late for words.

The seven teleportation arrays simultaneously erupted with dazzling beams of light, engulfing all participants.

.........

Ron sensed the instant the teleportation light enveloped him, and the keen "Eye of Observation" immediately detected anomalies in the energy frequency.

"This resonance... is off."

He tried to resist the teleportation, but the powerful space force field had completely locked onto his position.

The surroundings began to distort and deform, like a watercolor painting thrown into a vortex.

When the teleportation ended, Ron found himself not appearing in one of the expected seven elemental areas but standing in a huge, creepy cave.

All around were natural archways formed by ancient dragon bones, each vertebra being over ten meters long, standing like temple columns.

These bones maintained a bizarre wholeness, neither decayed nor petrified, as if Death had just finished reaping and left.

Most unsettling of all, these dragon bones were producing sound.

Not mechanical friction, not the sound of the wind, but the lamentation of something alive.

Each bone hummed a different melody of elegy, hundreds of voices intertwining into a complex and sorrowful requiem.

"This place is..."

Ron looked around, under the effect of "Extraordinary Recognition," he saw more details.

Scattered on the ground were fragments of various creatures’ bones.

Not only dragon species but also soft cartilage of tentacled creatures, shells of arthropods, and some bizarre structures completely unrecognizable.

As he attempted to understand the nature of this place, "Spiritual Vision" was automatically triggered.

Perhaps it was the dense soul concentration or some unknown resonance effect, Ron’s perception ability began to spontaneously enter into a coordinated state.

When the dimension of the spirit realm unfolded before him, Ron nearly cried out in shock.

The entire cave was filled with thousands of translucent figures.

They flew, roared, and fought in the air, like an eternal ghostly war.

Dragon souls hovered in the air, maintaining their posture from their last moment in life.

Some were spewing flames, some tearing at enemies with sharp claws, others were wailing in agony.

Opposing the dragon souls were countless bizarre forms of abyssal creatures.

Tentacle-like shadows danced in the air, the forsaken souls of shell monsters emitted harsh screeches.

There were also some indescribable twisted existences attacking everything in madness.

These souls were entirely immersed in their own world.

They mechanically repeated the same sequence of actions.

Attack, defense, counterattack, injury, attack again.

Every movement was precise to the millisecond, as if trapped in an eternal cycle of illusions.

As he immersed in this shocking scene, a semi-transparent figure in a tattered robe floated in front of him.

This soul maintained a relatively intact humanoid form.

But the majestic decorations on the robe had dimmed, and several obvious fatal wounds were visible.

"Ahem, young living one!"

This soul cleared a nonexistent throat and performed an ancient mage gesture to Ron:

"Welcome to the Wailing Corridor! I am... hmm... I forgot what I once was..."

His expression was somewhat confused, transparent fingers stroking his temple:

"Memories are unreliable, but courtesy is etched in my bones.

Just call me Bone Knight! Though I’m not sure if I ever actually held a title..."

"Bone Knight?"

Ron carefully observed this unique soul, discovering that he was completely different from the other undead trapped in combat loops.

Bone Knight maintained a clear sense of self-awareness, capable of normal communication, which was extremely rare in the spirit realm.

"Yes, yes! Bone Knight! An excellent name!"

Bone Knight excitedly clapped his hands, producing hollow echoing noises:

Ron cautiously returned the greeting: "Bone Knight, may I ask where this place is..."

"Oh! You wish to understand this place? Excellent!"

Bone Knight’s eyes (if those empty sockets could be considered eyes) immediately lit up:

"Let me start from the beginning! This is the great Wailing Corridor, built in the year 2847 of the Second Era.

No, it was 2748... or 2874? Anyway, it was a long time ago!"

He began to enthusiastically introduce himself.

From the architectural style of the corridor to the material analysis of the dragon bones, from the causes of the war to the family lineage of participating mages.

Ron soon realized that this soul had some obsessive-compulsive narrative obsession.