Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Whoosh—"

The ripples in space were like silk being torn by a sharp blade, violently shaking before quickly smoothing out.

Dagona's imposing figure suddenly appeared in this unfamiliar dimension.

The residual particles in the air were still crackling, as if protesting this violent invasion.

The moment his feet touched the ground, several keen auras locked onto him.

Ahead, the wizards who had been whispering to each other suddenly sprang to their feet like startled wild beasts.

Their eyes revealed an undisguised tension, apprehension, and even... an instinctive fear of a higher level of life.

The elemental light at the tips of their wands flickered erratically, giving them an air of readiness, as if they were facing a formidable enemy and were ready to fight to the death at any moment.

Dago's cold eyes swept over them indifferently.

They were several second-ring wizards with slightly youthful faces, their uniform, exquisite black robes fluttering in the wind as magic surged through them.

On their chests, the pale white skull pattern was particularly striking, and below it were unstable, flowing shadows that seemed to be alive.

The people of the Black Swamp.

A group of weaklings in the cruel wizarding world, still trying to stick together for warmth.

Dago withdrew his gaze, not even sparing them a glance.

In his rational assessment, these people posed neither a threat nor were they worth communicating with in the current situation.

Killing them would only waste precious magic and time, which, at this moment, are the stakes of life.

He silently stroked the mirror dagger in his hand, feeling the icy touch slowly warming up—this was the countdown to the cooling-off time.

My mind, however, was racing at that moment.

Dargo is faced with only two paths: either fight his way through this meat grinder of rules and escape on his own.

Alternatively, they could seek out their companions in the Thorn Ring and join forces with the collective to find a moment of respite amidst the inevitable, relentless pursuit by the Resurrection Society.

Reason told him that although there were many variables in escaping alone, it offered the greatest mobility and a higher chance of success.

While converging is a safe approach, it can easily lead to setting the bar too high and putting one in a passive position.

However, no matter which path he chooses, there is an inescapable dead end standing before him—

This space itself.

The Miracle-Rank artifact that the Revival Society possessed was so terrifyingly powerful that it forcibly rewrote the laws of space in this area.

The entire arena has now been transformed into a huge, closed-loop spatial cage.

The interior of this cage was further divided into countless independent and enclosed small "cells" by that strange magical artifact.

While the mirror dagger in Dago's hand is indeed a powerful spatial weapon, allowing him to move freely between these "cells" like a ghost, this is merely a leap within the maze and cannot truly break through its walls.

If this puzzle is not solved, he will be like a fly trapped in a glass bottle, no matter how fast he flies, he will only be spinning in circles until he dies from exhaustion.

"The transformation of this space must follow some underlying logic."

"If we could analyze the patterns in these independent small spatial position changes, even if it's just a trace..."

As Dago silently prayed, his intense thirst for truth and knowledge allowed him to suppress his anxiety about death at that moment.

He gripped the mirror dagger, preparing for another blind teleportation attempt.

At this critical moment.

Deep within consciousness, in the void used to construct the spiritual space, a long-dormant seed of spatial energy, radiating a chilling aura, suddenly trembled slightly without warning.

"Wave--"

It was as if a drop of water had fallen into a calm lake.

Large swaths of dazzling and mysterious silver mist suddenly exploded in Dago's consciousness.

"Buzz—"

Dago felt as if his brain had been struck hard by a heavy hammer, and a strong sense of dizziness came over him. Then, he felt his mental energy as if it were out of control, naturally dissipating along some mysterious frequency.

The feeling was like the soul breaking free from the constraints of the body, passing through layers of rapidly changing light and shadow, and glimpsing the truth beneath the surface of the world.

Then, his mental energy rapidly contracted in an instant.

The silver light mist that exploded from the spatial energy seed did not dissipate, but instead wandered and condensed wildly in his mind.

They transform into fine, delicate silver lines, which intertwine, overlap, and form a framework in the void.

It only lasted a short moment.

A complex and incredibly precise Rubik's Cube-like object slowly took shape in his mind and began to rotate.

This silver Rubik's Cube is composed of hundreds of individual pieces of varying sizes, which interlock perfectly. Each time the cube rotates, the positions of these pieces undergo corresponding and complex changes.

Each transformation represents a reorganization of spatial coordinates.

Dago paused for a moment, and a rare glint of light flashed in his usually calm eyes.

His brain, armed with wizarding knowledge, reacted quickly.

"This...this is the spatial model of the miraculous artifact that the Revival Society possesses?"

"Is this the embodiment of 'space'?"

Is it because the silver staff that left behind the seeds of spatial energy, along with the Rubik's Cube that controls the venue, are both Miracle-Rank Mirror Garden artifacts, and the two have created some kind of strange resonance and connection at the level of laws?

Dago didn't have time to delve into the underlying principles for the time being, but the strange change that the spatial energy seed had produced undoubtedly provided him with a key to survival in this desperate situation.

He quickly calmed his mind and rapidly scanned the 3D projection of the silver Rubik's Cube with his mental energy.

With his powerful computing ability, he quickly located his current coordinates within the intricate structure of the Rubik's Cube.

Then, he observed the silver Rubik's Cube rotate once.

"Now!"

Having found a suitable location, Dago no longer hesitated. The mirror dagger in his hand shone brightly, and the spatial teleportation function was instantly activated.

"Whoosh—"

The air distorted, and Dago's figure vanished into thin air, leaving behind a group of Black Swamp wizards staring at each other in disbelief and drenched in cold sweat.

When it reappears.

It is a small, empty, and deserted space.

Beneath their feet lay the rough earth characteristic of the Goblin Plains, with withered weeds trembling in the wind, and a faint, lingering smell of blood in the air, a testament to the fierce battles that had taken place here.

"Jumped one square..."

Dago quickly compared the "Rubik's Cube map" in his mind with the actual landing point. "The direction is correct; it's coming as I intended!"

A sense of exhilaration, as if in control of the situation, welled up within me.

He stood there, forcibly suppressing his inner excitement, silently calculating the time.

One second, two seconds...

Wait 30 seconds.

When the Mirror Dagger's frustrating cooldown finally ended, a cold glint flashed in Dago's eyes, and he seized the opportunity to activate it again.

"Whoosh—"

The feeling of weightlessness from the spatial transition has not yet subsided.

"roar--!!!"

Suddenly, a terrifying, inhuman roar, filled with primal violence and madness, exploded in my ears, its sound waves rolling and making my eardrums ache.

As soon as Dago's feet touched the ground, his vision was filled with a scene of utter devastation.

Limbs and severed bodies were scattered everywhere, and fragments of tattered robes of various colors lay strewn about like fallen leaves...

The soil was soaked in blood, turning dark red, and the intense, pungent smell of blood assaulted the nostrils, making one want to vomit.

This small, isolated space was practically a river of blood; it was a veritable battlefield.

"You scum of the Resurrection Society! Die! All of you, die!!"

A strange, twisted growl exploded in his ears, filled with contempt for life and a thirst for killing.

Accompanying this was a sharp, terrifying sound of air being torn apart, a mournful cry as the air was being ripped apart at an extreme speed.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!

The hairs on Dago's body stood on end in that instant, and he abruptly turned his head.

All he could see was a blurry, suffocating crimson color, like a rapidly moving wall, crushing towards him.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his long, slender blue-white hair was suddenly whipped backward by the violent airflow.

Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest retreat.

This is the wizard's instinct, a reaction honed through countless life-or-death battles.

The runes in his palm flickered wildly, and the black light surged like a tide. Countless tiny black lightning bolts were gathered in his palm at this moment and compressed to the extreme.

"Get out of here!"

With a low shout, Dago suddenly threw a punch at the oncoming torrent of blood.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, it was as if two incredibly heavy objects had collided violently at high speed.

The earth trembled, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

At the point of impact, crimson blood and deep black light intertwined, devoured, and annihilated each other in a frenzy.

That space rapidly collapsed and shrank, forming a visible black dot, which then transformed into a terrifying pressure like a tsunami or hurricane, exploding in all directions.

"Ta-da!"

Dago felt an overwhelming force strike him, and he staggered back several steps, each step leaving a deep crater in the hard ground.

He steadied himself, a hint of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

In his "Complete Despair and Darkness" state, his physical strength had already surpassed the limits of humanity, making him comparable to those legendary great demons.

Even so, he was still able to be defeated head-on by someone using only physical strength?

This is simply unbelievable!

What kind of monster is it?

Dago looked up and gazed ahead, his eyes piercing through the billowing smoke and dust.

A monster, over four meters tall, with bulging muscles that looked as if it were forcibly pieced together from countless pieces of flesh, was being thrown backward by the recoil.

The monster retreated while making a tearing sound that made your teeth ache.

Its massive half of its body exploded in succession, like firecrackers.

Blood and gore flowed freely, and bits of flesh splattered everywhere.

Beneath the flying flesh and blood, a thin, pale human body was revealed, yet it possessed an eerie beauty.

When the fleshy shell was completely peeled away, revealing half of the face underneath, Dago's originally cold and hard expression faltered slightly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he blurted out subconsciously.

"Rufus?!"

It was a pale yet handsome face, with hair that flowed like fresh blood, radiating an eerie glow.

What's most unsettling is his eerie eyes, where the whites of his eyes make up almost 90% of them. There are no pupils in them, only endless madness and emptiness.

It was none other than Rufus, the undisputed number one genius of the Dark Crystal Cult.

At this moment, Rufus regained his balance, and the shock on his face far exceeded that of Dago.

Especially after seeing Dago's appearance and confirming his identity, the shock became even more intense, even tinged with disbelief.

One is a towering, imposing figure, exuding an aura of despair and dominance, now shrouded in darkness.

One is a bizarre, grotesque, and malevolent flesh-and-blood creature, exuding evil and chaos.

The two stood at opposite ends of the void, separated by the pervasive stench of blood and dust, their gazes meeting intensely in the air.

At this moment, it was as if two evil spirits and monsters, representing different extreme powers, had stepped out of ancient legends and were staring at each other from afar in this small space.

The air seemed to freeze.