The orb was about the size of a fist, its surface covered with intricate patterns, emitting a heart-palpitating energy fluctuation, clearly a power not of this world.
As the orb activated, a suffocating energy surge erupted from the Holy Disc’s body.
His shattered body began to restructure with visible speed.
The corroded tissues regenerated, and broken bones automatically rejoined.
Even the eyes that had gone dark rekindled, emitting an even more eerie light than before.
At the same time, the aura emitted by the Holy Disc grew increasingly powerful, rapidly climbing from its initial Morning Star Level, soon nearing the Moon Level, and still rising swiftly.
The oppressive feel became almost tangible, making the room’s air thick and even breathing difficult.
"Apostle transformation..." Lady Allen’s voice came, tinged with a trace of caution and seriousness.
Her hand had already reached for the magic potion bag at her waist, clearly ready to join the battle at any moment.
Yet her face showed a faint unhealthy pallor, and a glimmer of suppressed pain flickered in her eyes.
Ron noticed this and reached out to stop her, "Madam, please stay where you are."
He could clearly see Lady Allen’s condition—her magic power active phase had passed, and her aura was somewhat disordered.
There was an obvious distortion and fracture in the energy flow paths, clearly the aftereffect of long-term use of stimulating magic potions.
Through extraordinary recognition, Ron could clearly see the unstable energy structures within Lady Allen.
Like a dam on the verge of collapsing, maintaining a tenuous surface integrity, yet filled with dangerous cracks inside.
If she forced herself to fight at this moment, it could very likely cause those cracks to completely widen, causing irreparable damage to her life energy.
"In your current state, there’s no need to take risks. This opponent is enough for me."
Ron’s voice was calm and firm, yet it also carried a force that allowed no refusal:
"Besides, I’m no longer the apprentice needing protection."
Lady Allen’s gaze lingered on Ron for a moment, a series of complex emotions flashed in her eyes—surprise, hesitation, reluctance, and finally a near-proud relief.
She could feel the confidence and power emanating from Ron; it wasn’t just bravado but serenity brought by true strength.
"I just saw it through my special talent."
Ron’s voice was soft, yet it reached Lady Allen’s ears precisely:
"If you rest honestly for half a year without using those stimulating magic potions, under my grace, you could live for at least several more decades. Your injury is not irreversible, it just requires time and proper nurturing."
Lady Allen was slightly taken aback, a trace of surprise flashed in her emerald eyes, followed by an inescapable touch.
For years, she had thought her state was irretrievable and had to rely on various stimulating magic potions just to barely maintain herself.
But now, the spark of hope she thought dormant suddenly ignited...
Meanwhile, the change in the Holy Disc had entered a critical stage, leaving no room for hesitation on their part.
The blood-red orb fully merged into his body, making his energy fluctuations soar dramatically, surpassing the Morning Star Peak and continuing to rise.
His form underwent astonishing changes—a pair of gigantic wing membranes grew from his back, his skin turned a metallic dark purple, his height doubled, and every inch of muscle contained destructive power.
"Ron Ralph! Your resistance is meaningless!"
The Holy Disc’s voice had completely changed, like the sound of thousands of insects speaking:
"Kneel and receive grace, Lord Maggs has chosen you, you will be reborn and become the heir to the throne!"
Ron no longer hesitated, directly using the current most direct interference method—the Spiritual Shock.
After becoming an Official Wizard, this skill had evolved from mere "spiritual interference" into a more terrifying attack method, capable of directly destroying the target’s consciousness core.
At this moment, he also incorporated the principles of "Sound Echo," elevating its power and activation speed to a qualitative leap.
Spiritual power transformed into invisible spikes, piercing directly into the consciousness core of the Holy Disc, while triggering the "Echo Effect," causing a chain of explosions in its spiritual world.
This attack completely bypassed physical defenses, directly impacting the soul layer, like an invisible blade stabbing straight at the soul’s core.
Typically, "Spiritual Shock" is rarely used between wizards of the same level.
Because most wizards possess the ability to resist such attacks, with complete mental barriers and countermeasures.
But this happens to be one of the best weapons against Abyssal beings.
A peculiar symbiotic and antagonistic relationship exists between wizards and Abyssal beings.
While the Awakened often hold the advantage due to the effects of erosion and their physically aberrant forms,
wizards also have dedicated countermeasures, and spiritual-level attacks are among them.
Although Abyssal beings possess strong bodies, their mental structures are often their most vulnerable parts.
Especially those in the early stages of awakening or in this transitional state, their spiritual defenses are virtually nonexistent.
The Holy Disc let out a piercing scream, all seven eyes simultaneously bulging, oozing black fluid.
The Apostle transformation process was forcibly interrupted, the energy structure showing signs of chaotic collapse.
The blood-red orb also lost control, beginning to throb violently in his chest, seemingly trying to break free of its restraints.