Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The young wizard Fink turned around calmly, gently tearing open the scroll in his hand. In an instant, a dazzling white light burst forth from the scroll, transforming into pure white flames in the void, forming a huge white flame ring that rapidly spread outwards.

This is not an ordinary elemental flame.

Instead, it is a high-frequency oscillating particle stream.

It involves the forced disintegration of the metallic structure at the atomic level.

Any metal element swept by the flame ring instantly melted and disappeared without a sound, clearing out the previously crowded battleground.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of burnt metallic ions.

That was the remnant of the material rules being forcibly rewritten by advanced witchcraft.

The three members of the team took the opportunity to break through the weakest point in the encirclement.

As long as we escape this area where the elemental rules are disordered.

They can then re-establish the rune element cycle.

Just when they were about to completely break free from the battle, a large black cloud suddenly shot out from a collapsed metal ruin below.

It was a large group of strange puppets that looked like both wasps and crows, about half the size of a human, with black metallic luster flowing around them and silvery-white energy paths.

Each one emitted a powerful energy fluctuation comparable to that of a second-tier magical beast.

This is definitely not a naturally occurring organism.

These are weapons of war left behind by the ancient dwarf civilization.

Their compound eyes flashed with a cold red light, a signal that they had locked onto their prey.

When they gathered together, the power they released became even more terrifying, like a hurricane filled with the aura of death and destruction, rushing towards the three of them at an incredibly fast speed.

The humming sound of the air being torn apart was enough to shatter the souls of lower-level creatures.

The silver-haired witch Emily, sensing the impending crisis, immediately changed her expression and, without uttering a word, she and another male witch, Simon, stepped in to take her place.

Protecting the "princess" is their highest priority in their current soul contract agreement.

For this, they would not hesitate to burn their very life force.

"Run, Princess!"

Both of them emitted intense white light, forming a huge white light wall in the void. The light wall moved forward, attempting to block the rapidly approaching swarm of strange puppet bees.

That was a repulsive force field solidified purely by mental energy.

Each impact was like detonating a bomb in their mental space.

Protected by the two behind her, the young witch retreated cautiously like a timid rabbit, then spotted a relatively safe direction and dashed out quickly.

She didn't turn around.

In this cruel world, excessive pity is a desecration of life.

Her brain was working at lightning speed.

They were analyzing the best escape route.

She knew very well what everyone around her was fighting for.

Once she is safe, the few people responsible for protecting her will naturally be able to make a graceful exit.

This is the optimal solution.

It is also the most rational judgment.

"call--"

After rushing a considerable distance out of the battle, the young wizard stopped, patted her chest, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The surrounding area was a desolate ruin.

The cold, metallic remains stand like tombstones.

She escaped unharmed; no rampaging monster targeted her.

A hint of excitement flickered across her beautiful brows, and then she raised her hand to signal her companions to retreat.

She pushed up her crystal glasses on the bridge of her nose.

However, at that moment, a sharp, cold shout rang in his ears.

"Princess, be careful!"

The voice was filled with despair and terror.

That was an instinctive warning of an unknown death.

The young witch's hand, which was about to wave, froze in mid-air. She saw Emily, the silver-haired witch who was fighting and retreating against the swarm of puppet bees, shouting at her anxiously.

She abandoned her companion and charged at her without regard for her own safety.

But this violates the laws of physics.

It's too far away.

Moreover, the enemy's attack often hinges on this moment of relaxation.

The young witch's heart trembled for no reason. She quietly turned around and saw seven or eight strange metal blades with wings that were spinning at high speed like gears flying towards her.

That was a long-planned killing move.

It is the hunter's final blow to his prey.

The metal blade sliced ​​through the air, emitting an incredibly sharp whistling sound; its terrifying metallic sharpness distorted the air.

The gust of wind whipped the young witch's hair wildly across her forehead, and her eyes involuntarily narrowed slightly.

Death was reflected on the retina.

Each serrated edge gleamed with a chilling light that could ward off evil.

That was an ultra-high kinetic energy weapon specifically designed to counter wizard force field shields.

Even a wizard skilled in combat would likely have to dodge in such a situation.

Not to mention she's a shut-in wizard who's only interested in academic research and knowledge acquisition, and pitifully lacks combat ability and experience.

Fear coils around the heart like a venomous snake.

Adrenaline surged, but it couldn't move the stiff limbs.

As the terrifying metal bladed disc whistled and approached, the young witch's mind went completely blank.

The vast knowledge base in her mind.

The truth about runes, potions, and history.

It appears so pale and powerless in the face of absolute physical violence.

She didn't know what to do.

She felt as if a thick, icy chill was rapidly sweeping over her entire body, and all sounds around her quickly faded away.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

She could even see the malicious rust on the blade.

She was like a drowning person who had fallen into an icy lake, only able to watch helplessly as she was swallowed up little by little by something.

Is it over?

My journey of exploration.

My thirst for truth.

Are they all destined to perish beneath this cold metal?

Not reconciled.

I'm really not reconciled.

then.

A silver streak cut into this scene that was destined to end in death.

A silvery-white light flashed rapidly before my eyes.

That is not light.

That is a highly compressed form of matter.

It is a liquid metal storm.

Then it seemed as if a pair of long, strong arms suddenly grabbed her tightly.

It felt cold and hard to the touch.

Yet it possesses an absolute power that brings peace of mind.

One turn.

The world is spinning.

The silvery-white light spread out, condensing into an umbrella-like shape, firmly protecting her in front of her.

That was an absolute defense formed by the instantaneous recombination of countless spatial silver ice particles.

This is the ultimate application of [Living Silver Ice].

There was no chanting of any incantation.

It is nothing but a pure, domineering alteration of the rules of matter.

"Buzz buzz buzz—clang clang clang—"

The young witch heard the sound of a rapidly spinning blade cutting through metal, and the crisp sound of metal colliding with metal and being bounced away.

Sparks flew everywhere.

That was the ultimate collision of kinetic energy and hardness.

Those blades, powerful enough to slice through a top-tier second-ring magic shield, didn't even leave a single white mark on this silver-white "umbrella" surface.

All the crises, like a sudden storm, were kept outside the "umbrella".

At this moment, an unprecedented sense of dread and fear finally swept over the girl's entire body.

She was breathing heavily.

They greedily breathed in the fresh air of their newfound life.

"Bang! Bang!"

The girl, her face pale, pressed her hand to her chest, listening to her incredibly rapid heartbeat.

But she couldn't help but quickly look up, wanting to see who was the person who had pulled her out of the icy, suffocating lake.

In this scheming wizarding world.

Who will save her?

Who has the ability to save her?

In those beautiful, crystal-clear eyes, a scene she would never forget was quickly reflected—

At the center of the "umbrella," a deep silver-white metal spreads outwards like mercury.

The flowing metal did not disappear.

Instead, it flowed back down the man's arm and re-integrated into his skin.

It was as if it were part of his body.

A handsome and dashing young man with black hair and blue eyes quietly stepped out.

His eyes were as deep as the starry sky.

With an all-knowing indifference and rationality.

That's the look in the eyes of someone who seeks the truth.

He stood in front of the girl, less than a meter away from her.

The young man reached out and gently straightened the crystal glasses that had slipped off the girl's nose, then smiled at her and said, "Long time no see, Ginya."