Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 1178: Chapter 482: Powerless Rage (Part 2)

"Contact all the bloodline scholars in the clan immediately!"

The clan leader forced himself to stay calm and issued a series of urgent commands:

"Initiate the ’Blood Detection’ ritual and conduct bloodline analysis on all clan members!

Also, prepare the ’Lineage Reconstruction’ protocol. We need to reassess the entire family’s heritage system!"

But everyone present knew well that these remedial measures came too late.

The prestige that the Burning Scale Clan had built over millennia as ’Pure-blood Dragon Descendants’ could very well be utterly swept away tonight.

However, other ancient families using the ’Bloodline Enhancement’ technology may also face similar trust crises.

......

The ceremony area of the Native Alliance was engulfed in another form of chaos.

Survivors who successfully escaped from the arena brought back nightmare-like first-hand reports.

The scenes they described filled all listeners with fear and anger from the depths of their souls.

"We were completely deceived!"

The chief of the Sandwalker Tribe roared in anger, yet his voice carried more despair than rage:

"This was no honor arena at all, but a slaughterhouse meticulously designed!

Our warriors, the finest young in our tribe, were sent to the altar as experimental materials!"

"Those wizards..."

The shaman of the Wind Speaker Tribe added with a trembling voice:

"They never considered us as equal participants from the beginning.

In their eyes, we ’natives’ are just expendables for collecting experimental data, like... lab rats!"

Even more heartbreaking were the survivors who personally witnessed their companions being transformed, devoured, and twisted into monsters.

The trust in their eyes for the outside world had already been lost.

Some young warriors even exhibited symptoms of stress-induced psychological trauma, unable to engage in normal conversations or think clearly.

"Nearly ninety percent of our elite warriors... all became ’nutrition’ for that horrible aggregate..."

An elder of the Stone Heart Tribe spoke in a voice as heavy as stone:

"The elites that our tribes spent decades nurturing, gone in a single night..."

He could not continue because the scale of such loss was enough to utterly weaken several small to medium-sized tribes.

But just as the anger of the Native Alliance was about to reach a critical point, an oppressive force suddenly descended from the sky.

This feeling was as if the entire sky suddenly bore down, and all living beings present instinctively felt the threat of death.

The projection of the ’Bright-eyed Girl’ Seraphina had appeared above the ceremonial platform of the Native Alliance.

Yet all the natives sensing this pressure, whether chiefs, shamans, or ordinary warriors, involuntarily knelt down.

They couldn’t even maintain the basic function of standing upright.

"Dear children, please don’t be so agitated."

Seraphina’s voice was gentle like a mother’s lullaby:

"Birth, aging, illness, and death are fundamental laws of nature. Your tribesmen, at this special moment, contributed to a greater scholarly endeavor..."

Her gaze swept across the natives kneeling on the ground:

"This honor is a precious opportunity not every ordinary person can receive.

You should be proud of them, rather than be immersed in such narrow-minded pain."

The terrifying oppressive force bound all natives like invisible chains, and they didn’t even dare muster the courage to rebut.

In the face of a Great Wizard, these tribe leaders who hadn’t even reached the Dark Sun Level or Star Ring were as despairing as ants gazing up at an elephant.

Anger still burned in everyone’s heart, while humiliation gnawed at their pride like a venomous snake.

But they could only swallow their anger, burying all hatred and pain deep within.

Witnessing this scene, Salamanda’s heart became crystal clear as he realized he had stepped into a meticulously woven trap.

The Life Tree School had apparently anticipated all possible voices of opposition long ago.

Perhaps, they were using this opportunity to test the limits and reactions of all parties.

"Damn old foxes..."

Salamanda cursed in his heart, but reason compelled him to suppress his impulsive emotions.

With his power as a Dark Sun Level Wizard, fighting the entire Life Tree School was like hitting a stone with an egg.

Moreover, Seraphina’s projection alone made him feel a mountain-like pressure.

If the true body descended, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Anger is a luxury; rationality is the cornerstone of survival.

Salamanda quickly sifted through potential sources of aid in his mind.

Professor Yutel, though having been his mentor, was now aged and focused on research, seldom involving himself in such matters.

Facing a complex crisis involving multi-party power struggles requires timely power intervention and military deterrence, not calls for prestige.

He decided to directly contact Cassandra.

As the core leader of the Conquest Faction and the current head of the Crown Clan, Cassandra wielded the strength and status to directly confront any force equivalent to a Great Wizard.

Moreover, her style is always straightforward, not hindered by various political considerations.

......

Far ahead on the Otherworld’s front, Cassandra sat at a tactical table in the temporary command center, focused on studying the Vital Civilization’s virtualization plan.

The ’peaceful evolution’ strategy provided by Ron showed her an excellent possibility of resolving the internal division crisis of the Expeditionary Army with minimal cost.