Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"This is boring..."

Tracy suddenly lost all interest and released her grip on Ginya's cheek.

That hand was fair and delicate, yet it looked as if it were discarding a rag doll that had been played with and broken.

Several shocking purplish-blue finger marks were left on Ginya's fair skin.

"Just as boring as that deadpan Michael... No wonder she likes you so much..."

Tracy muttered a couple of things, clapped her hands, and just as she shifted her gaze away from Ginya, she found herself in a daze.

Her eyes were empty and pure, as if she had just tormented not a living person, but a mindless doll.

This is the natural disregard of lower life forms by higher life forms, a cruel naiveté ingrained in their very being.

Suddenly, a silvery-white tentacle with a metallic sheen abruptly emerged from the void beside him.

It was silent and unnoticed.

Tracy's eyes brightened slightly, and she let out a soft "Ah!" as she reached out to grab the silvery-white tentacle.

The movements were gentle, as if catching a passing butterfly.

But the moment her fingertips touched the air, space itself seemed to distort slightly.

But the silvery-white metal tentacles were incredibly fast, wrapping around Ginya's waist in a flash.

Immediately afterwards, it flew sharply to one side with Ginya in its arms.

Tracy seemed to have seen something quite interesting, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face.

That smile was sweet, yet it sent chills down your spine.

However, with a "bang," he exploded into countless crimson sparks and disappeared.

It's not teleportation, it's element disintegration.

The physical body instantly collapsed into the most primitive fire element particles, dissipating into the air and becoming ubiquitous.

Deeper than mercury, yet reflecting a mirror-like luster, silver-white armor adorned Dago's entire body.

Each nail plate is engaged at a microscopic level, fitting together perfectly to isolate all external odors.

Dago stood in a void, manipulating the living silver ice to transform into tentacles, pulling Ginya out from the "humiliating clutches" and sending her to a space not far from the Emerald Court's three-person team.

In that brief contact lasting less than a few seconds, Dago felt Ginya trembling all over, a biological instinctual fear of an absolute predator.

This suddenly appearing "Ash Witch" was enough to frighten the three third-ring wizards of the Emerald Court into immobility simply by her appearance.

They didn't even have the courage to put up a fight.

That was an absolute crushing of the mental force field, a dimensional reduction attack on the soul level.

Is it really that scary?

Dago narrowed his eyes slightly.

He could vaguely sense that the other party's mental strength was indeed much, much stronger than that of an ordinary third-ring wizard.

That spiritual power carried a violent, destructive heat, as if it were about to ignite all the free energy around it.

However, it should not yet reach the level of a four-ring miracle.

A fourth-circle wizard represents a qualitative leap, an embodiment of rules, and it's impossible for them to still retain such obvious human emotional fluctuations.

It's understandable that he didn't reach the fourth ring, after all, even the wizard Dargo, who was at the peak of the third ring, has fought before.

For example, the Dark Lord of the Resurrection Society, that monster who had mastered the art of curse magic.

The path of a wizard is paved with the bones of corpses.

He couldn't possibly stand by and watch, like some of the wizards of the Emerald Court, watch Ginya be played with like a toy.

This is not just about friendship, but also about the dignity of a powerful wizard.

Even if that person is a woman.

When the witch girl Tracy, known as the "Ash Witch," suddenly disappeared in a puff of sparks.

The temperature in the air did not decrease; instead, it became more viscous and hot.

Dago's senses were instantly stretched to their limit, and the [Eye of Truth] began to weave across his forehead.

Spiritual threads intertwined on his forehead to form a vertical pupil, coldly analyzing everything in this world.

He was searching, searching for the hidden nodes of order within the chaotic fire element.

He knew very well that the other party would soon come looking for trouble, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

It was faster than the limits of visual capture, even faster than the scanning of the [Eye of Truth].

Almost the instant that "Ash Witch" Tracy disappeared, Dargo felt a chill of dread and impending danger.

That was the embodiment of "malice," like a cold needle piercing the back of his head.

A small, white hand reached out from behind him almost without pause.

It transcends spatial barriers and disregards the concept of distance.

It was as if she was about to gently pat his shoulder.

But this "gentle tap" contained terrifying energy enough to shatter mountain rocks.

"Clang!"

The metallic clang exploded.

Countless sharp spikes, like swords, suddenly sprouted from Dago's entire back.

Each spike had been hardened by mental energy, gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

It was as if I had suddenly turned into a giant humanoid hedgehog.

This is an instinctive reaction of absolute defense, but also a deadly counterattack trap.

However, this tactic yielded no results.

The spikes pierced the air, but it was as if they had pierced a void or illusion.

All that came in return was a soft chuckle from a girl covering her mouth.

"Cluck...cluck..."

The ethereal laughter echoed in my mind, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, interfering with my auditory localization.

An indescribable heat descended from above in the next breath.

In just a moment, Dago felt a faint stinging pain in his shoulders, neck, and cheeks.

Even through the mask, the silver ice armor covering his body was melting rapidly.

They had almost no resistance to the heat wave that appeared without warning.

This is not only a suppression of temperature, but also a crushing defeat of elemental priority.

He had fought against fire mages before.

Igorshius of the Lava Brotherhood was once an extremely powerful fire mage who possessed the bloodline of an ancient fire demon.

That bloodline endowed him with a violent power to control magma and incinerate everything.

The fire magic he wields is more than ten times more powerful than that of an ordinary fire wizard.

It once struck fear into the hearts of countless wizards of the same rank, turning them to ashes.

However, even when Igsius unleashed his full bloodline power, the fire magic he released was still limited.

That power to burn mountains and boil seas.

It wasn't even a tenth of the intense heat he was feeling right now!

This is a qualitative difference!

One is the ultimate form of mortal fire, and the other is the concept of "ashes," which is close to the laws of nature.

It's unbelievable!

There is such pure destructive power in this world.

"call--"

Spatial particles vibrated violently around Dago.

Dago's figure shattered and disappeared silently, like a mirage.

At the critical moment, he forcibly initiated a short-range spatial displacement.

A beautifully crafted women's cane, entwined with crimson lotus-shaped flames, appeared the instant he vanished.

It slammed down hard.

If it had been even a fraction of a second slower, Dago's head would have exploded like a watermelon and instantly vaporized.

Immediately following the beautiful woman's cane stopping its downward slash, it shot off swiftly in another direction.

The cane seemed to possess a self-awareness, locking onto the wavelength of Dago's soul.

Almost the instant Dago landed after his short-distance spatial teleportation.

The ripples in the space beneath my feet had not yet subsided, and the tearing, dizzying sensation had not yet faded.

The flaming staff then struck him again, its blade striking straight down.

Like a shadow, like a maggot clinging to the bone.

Before the terrifying firepower attached to the cane could even land, it directly scorched black, high-temperature twists in the air.

That is the unstable collapse of the space structure under high temperature.

There is no way to describe this intensity in words.

The light was distorted, and the sound was swallowed up.

It felt like a wisp of power landed on the ground, but not even lava appeared.

Because the form in which matter exists will be directly erased.

The metal and rocks on the ground will be directly evaporated.

It transforms into the most basic particles of dust.

"Can you accurately determine the landing point of my spatial teleportation?"

Dargo's mind worked calmly in the gaps of time, like a sophisticated computer.

This is illogical, as the landing point of spatial teleportation is random and secretive.

"It's not just because the teleportation distance is too short."

There must be some kind of mark.

Is it residual heat radiation? Or is it a mental lock?

Dago faced the flaming staff hurtling towards him.

The shadow of death had enveloped him, but he felt no fear.

There is only excitement for the unknown and calculation for breaking the deadlock.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and the Eye of Truth between his brows shone brightly.

In the previously chaotic energy field, a clear red energy line emerged.

A figure was quickly spotted.

In the energy horizon, it shines as brightly as a torch in the night.

Or rather, the other party never intended to hide anything at all.

"Give it a try!"

Dago made a decision in his heart.

The flaming staff was about to strike Dago's face.

Even as the silver ice mask covering his face was dripping with silver ice solution.

A powerful burst of spiritual energy suddenly erupted from Dago's calm, azure eyes.

The next instant, his silver ice metal armor disintegrated on its own.

Countless shards of silver ice exploded, like bursts of silver fireworks.

It revealed Dago's tall and handsome true form.

He dropped all his defenses, exposing his vulnerable body completely to the devastating blow.

The heat from the flames caused Dago's black hair to curl slightly on his forehead.

Sweat vaporizes instantly as soon as it seeps out of the pores.

His expression remained calm, and he even opened his arms.

His posture was relaxed, like a martyr welcoming divine punishment.

It was as if they had completely given up all resistance and were about to embrace the blows of the flaming staff.

Not far away, a girl named Tracy, who was sitting in mid-air, swinging her two fair legs, looked at this scene with great interest.

His expression was like that of someone who had seen a mouse suddenly stop running and turn to face a cat.

It was full of humor and curiosity.

Just as she was wondering how Dargo would react next.

Suddenly, a silvery-white light, shimmering like a mirror, silently emerged from around her body.

Those were the fragments of the armor that had previously disintegrated.

They did not scatter, but were drawn by spiritual power and lurked around.

"ah!"

The girl was slightly taken aback, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes for the first time.

She never expected that this rat would dare to bite back.

He held onto the air with one hand, making a move as if to stand up.

The movements were still elegant, but they were already a beat slower.

However, those silvery-white metals were faster than her.

In just a moment, it enveloped and enveloped her entire body.

The liquid metal surged wildly, sealing off all the gaps in the space.

It transformed into countless huge, solid, silver-white mirrors, sealing her firmly within them.