Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Carlos instinctively turned his head to look in one direction, only to meet a meaningful look from the bald wizard of the Lava Brotherhood. The latter quickly turned his face away, but Carlos's expression quickly darkened.

"Click-clack—"

Inside the secret realm, the last two mirrored platforms suspended in mid-air gradually rose and slowly moved closer together, as if they were about to merge into one.

Two figures stood at opposite ends of the platform.

A young man dressed in a crimson robe had a wicked smile on his face. His body seemed to be trembling slightly, and his naturally hanging hands were waving incessantly.

But only those familiar with young people know that this is not due to fear or nervousness, but rather a strong sense of anticipation, an excitement so intense it makes them tremble.

madman.

Obadiah!

As this selection process for the next generation continues, details about the young people's identities are gradually becoming known.

The other party was no nobody. On the contrary, he came from a prestigious and renowned family within the Lava Brotherhood. The bloodline flowing through this family almost supported half of the Lava Brotherhood's prestige in the Emerald South!

The last person to inherit this bloodline... still occupies the top position among the younger generation of wizarding geniuses in the Lava Brotherhood.

Compared to Obadiah, his opponents seemed rather ordinary.

A little-known genius boy from the French Ring Road.

Although he is also a prodigy with exceptional talent, the abilities he has demonstrated along the way have continuously pushed the limits of others' understanding of his talent and strength.

But how can a genius in the ordinary sense be compared with a "madman" who has bloodline and cannot be measured by common sense? Moreover, there is a significant difference between the two in terms of mental strength.

Under the rule that magic tools and equipment cannot be used, this battle seems to be tailor-made for Obadiah, who relies purely on his bloodline!

"Buzz—"

Finally, the two platforms officially merged into one new and larger platform. Obadiah, standing at one end of the platform, trembled to an exaggerated degree.

His shoulders twitched repeatedly, accompanied by a somewhat neurotic smile, and his entire being radiated a fiery aura tinged with madness.

"Finally! This is the show I've been waiting for!"

Obadiah spoke softly and began to walk forward.

With each step he took forward, crimson-gold light emanated from his body, transforming into flames that flowed outwards like water.

Then it climbed higher and higher, as if it were a city wall, a tower, and waves of flames. The flames grew more and more numerous, climbing higher and higher, and the crimson gold color spread in all directions, quickly covering the entire platform. The temperature on the platform rose higher and higher, and large swaths of air were distorted by the heat. This crimson color and distortion continued to extend forward...

Even through a layer of magical projection, the many wizards watching from the outside of the secret realm could feel the terrifying power contained in this vast flame, and their eyes couldn't help but be moved.

"You hid it very well!"

Obadiah, almost entirely enveloped in orange-gold, made a sniffing motion, looking at the boy in front of him who had been keeping his head down and clutching his chest, motionless since stepping onto the stage. He chuckled wickedly, "But I still managed to smell it... that awful old scent of the spirit world... I feel like vomiting if I smell it for even a second longer!!"

Obadiah initially spoke softly, but suddenly his expression turned ferocious and manic.

He lunged at the boy in front of him, and the countless flames burning wildly behind and around him also became incredibly violent and frenzied at almost the same time!

In an instant, the scene resembled an ancient fire demon enraged, silently opening its blood-red maw, about to devour the frail, pitiful boy before it.

However, at this very moment...

"boom!"

The slender figure at the mouth of the "Flame Demon" vanished abruptly, followed by an indescribable, terrifying force that pierced through the entire platform like a comet.

Obadiah, still in a ferocious and crazed state, didn't even have time to react before he was suddenly grabbed by a force and pushed backward, forcibly creating a vacuum of fire in the crimson-gold flames that spread throughout the entire area, and finally, he was slammed hard onto the rune array light shield at one end of the platform!

An ancient, evil, noble, and domineering aura spread out, suppressing and extinguishing the endless flames on the platform in the blink of an eye.

Ancient frost descended from the sky, and the crimson, scorching platform was plunged from the heat of summer into the desolate depths of winter in an instant.

In this snowstorm that seemed to have been swirling since ancient times, a bewitching and slender figure stood tall and graceful in mid-air.

Her long, dark blue hair, reaching her waist, billowed high behind her, and snake-scale-like patterns covered her entire body.

Dago gripped Obadiah's neck tightly with one hand, pinning him against the high wall of the void. His crimson, eerie vertical eyes were close to Obadiah's cheek, staring directly into his eyes, as he uttered a hoarse voice that could no longer suppress his violent and frenzied state.

"What kind of past are you?"

"How dare you provoke me like this time and time again?!"

"Could it be that he's truly not afraid of death?"

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..."

Obadiah's eyes widened, the madness on his face long gone, leaving only an intense, almost tangible, look of shock and fear.

He seemed to want to say something, but with his neck being choked, he could only let out strange whimpering sounds.

At this moment.

Beyond the secret realm, on a vast lake.

Everyone who witnessed this scene felt as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats.

For a long while, not a single person made a sound.

......................

..........

"Bang bang—thump thump—thump thump—"

Dago could clearly hear the sound of his heart beating, a rhythm different from his original heartbeat, with an ancient and primal quality.

The bloodline crystal inserted into his heart was now releasing wisps of dark blue mist at a speed several times faster than usual. These gases, containing the essence of blood, flowed throughout his body with his blood. The slippery, sharp voice he had heard in his dream rang in Dago's ears once again.

"Desperate Winter Dragon Behemoth, Desperate Winter Dragon! Behemoth!"

An ancient, evil consciousness kept assaulting Dago's nerves, and he breathed heavily.

With each breath exhaled, intricate and beautiful ice flowers condensed before my eyes.

A surge of violent, cruel, and evil desires welled up within Dago, giving him an intense urge to freeze and tear everything apart.

It is crucial to overcome and control the remnants of the old will in one's bloodline with one's own will; failure will lead to an abyss.

However, the bloodline of Dago contains the will of an ancient overlord far exceeding any prediction Avery made in his notes.

Only Dagger himself knew the extent of its danger.

"Behemoth!"

Dago took a deep breath and quietly entered a state of "winter stillness".

Those violent thoughts that surged with blood were quickly frozen and sank to the bottom of the lake of the heart.

Dago calmed down again, and his consciousness gradually returned to clarity.

"roar!"

A roar that sounded inhuman suddenly rang out, and a struggle and resistance surged from his palm, accompanied by a slightly burning sensation, growing more and more intense.

Dago looked up and saw a face completely covered by dense flame patterns reflected in his crimson, diamond-like snake eyes. Curved red horns seemed to be growing from the top of his head, and orange-gold flames filled with madness and evil burned fiercely in his almost black, hollow eye sockets.

"Burn...burn everything!"

The strange creature, Chongdago, let out a low growl, its voice sounding like several different tones superimposed together, creating a strong sense of unease.

Fragmented images suddenly flashed through my mind.

Ronan suddenly remembered that in the distant past, "he" had seen such a thing—an ant that would burst into flames and run foolishly among volcanoes. Once his breath froze their territory, they would ignorantly and fearlessly utter angry and ridiculous growls at him, just like now.

Of course, the most interesting thing is that once you crush them at this time, their weak and tiny bodies will explode into a beautiful cluster of sparks with a "pop".

"I really miss those days!"

Dago let out a low, hoarse murmur and gently released his grip on the other man's neck.

"In the name of the Ancient Flame Demon!"

Obadiah let out a roar that shook the void, and the power surging from the depths of his bloodline transformed into an even more blazing flame, burning away the shock and fear that lingered in his heart.

He broke free from the hand that was holding him, stood still, and roared furiously at the sky.

He could feel the flaming blood of the "Sakir's family" within him constantly revitalizing, and he was growing stronger every second.

The extinguished flames quickly reignited, and the loathsome frost receded from him.

At this moment, the man who had always been above him in the name of his brother seemed to have become less frightening, and he was so close to him.

Instead!

Become the new "King" of the family in this generation!

A strong desire surged within Obadiah; he even wanted to thank this filthy, vile, and foul-smelling old blood that had appeared out of nowhere. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have awakened his bloodline so quickly and further.

"roar!"

Obadiah was bathed in crimson flames, and let out an extremely exhilarating roar.

At this moment, he is the Flame Demon who wields the ancient fire, the Flame King who incinerates the world. The world will groan and wail beneath his feet, turning into a pile of charred remains and dying.

However, the next second, all the illusory fantasies came to an abrupt end.

A gigantic, grotesque hand with black fingertips wreathed in dark blue frost suddenly appeared, tearing through layers of flames, grabbing Obadiah's cheek and head, and then slamming it down hard.

"boom!"

The enormous platform shook violently, and ancient frost surged back, instantly engulfing all the scorching heat.

The crimson flames were quickly buried by the ancient ice and snow, and billowing cold air rose and churned on the platform like a tsunami.

Amidst the vast expanse of frost and snow, one can faintly see—

A figure with long, flowing hair and a slender, alluring dark blue body was repeatedly slamming a slightly reddish figure to the ground with one hand.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A tremendous sound emanated from the magical projection screen. Outside the secret realm, a group of young wizards standing on the lake stared intently at the scene displayed on the screen, their eyes twitching slightly.

Even through the barrier of light, they could almost feel the terrifying, violent power contained in each strike.

Frost devours flame, a battle of primal forces.

The vast space was eerily quiet, with a strange atmosphere flowing silently through it.