Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Countless silver-shimmering mirrors reflected the stunningly beautiful witch girl.

However, this picture-perfect scene, which resembled an oil painting, lasted for less than half a breath.

That is absolute rejection at the level of laws.

The smooth, mirror-like silvery-white metal began to melt.

It is not a matter of being heated in a physical sense, but rather that its internal structure has been forcibly dismantled by some domineering will.

It transformed into a translucent red liquid, dripping down from the void.

Every drop of liquid contains terrifying heat enough to burn through rock layers.

It evaporated completely in the blink of an eye.

Even the most basic material particles were erased, returning to the most primitive energy particles.

"Boom!"

Not far away, violent energy fluctuations were accompanied by billowing white water vapor that suddenly rose.

The high-pressure airflow was instantly ignited, forming a small, twisted mushroom cloud.

That was the aftershock of extreme cold and extreme heat violently annihilating each other at the microscopic level.

Amidst the raging torrent of icy cold and fiery flames, a beautifully crafted, blazing women's cane spun and flew out.

It seemed like a living creature, joyfully searching for its owner.

Then it was gently and skillfully grasped in a fair and slender hand.

The charming and lovely witch girl wrinkled her nose and pouted her petal-like lips slightly.

She seemed completely unaware of the danger of the collision just now.

Holding his cane, he muttered, "I hate this cool feeling."

It wasn't the temperature that was cold, but rather the discomfort caused by the other party's mental energy trying to erode her force field.

Directly in front of him, amidst the rolling white waves, Dago walked out calmly.

The high-temperature steam was repelled by an invisible barrier three inches around him.

At this moment, his hands hung naturally at his sides, and a thin layer of light and flames covered the surface of his skin.

That was the bio-cold light that overflowed from the cells after the mental energy was overloaded.

There were also mysterious patterns resembling dragon scales, but they quickly disappeared.

The silver ice scattered in the surrounding air melted and the metal reassembled.

Even though they were incomplete, they still faithfully carried out Dago's will.

Like silver snakes dancing in mid-air, they all obediently flew towards him.

Dago examined the recovered medium metals, his eyes flickering slightly.

He had just used himself as bait to directly confront the power of the Crimson Lotus Staff.

That was a risky move that had been meticulously calculated.

At the same time, the metal behind the spatial silver ice was directly teleported to the side of the Ash Witch.

They attempted to attack the opponent's main body with [Shattered Silver Ice].

But before it could even unleash its power to shatter space, the "mirror" melted.

It wasn't because it wasn't hard enough, but because within the opponent's domain, the "existence" of Silver Ice itself was denied.

More than half of the silver ice metal used as a medium for the spell was evaporated.

These are the essences he painstakingly refined from rare minerals.

He had been a half-metal wizard for so long, and the total amount of metal he had lost in all those battles combined was less than the amount he had lost in a single encounter with the wizard girl before him.

Is this the difference in quality?

Although at this stage, the metallic medium of the second-tier Silver Ice is indeed a bit unable to keep up with the pace of his battle.

But this is a special metal reinforced with spatial runes!

But this loss still pained Dagger.

"The Ash Witch".

Dago reassessed the weight of the title in his mind.

Feeling the intense spiritual energy emanating from the beautiful and charming witch girl not far away, who was like a rare beauty among mortals.

It was an oppressive feeling as deep and vast as the ocean, like a live volcano about to erupt.

Behind her petite and delicate figure, it seemed as if a flower made entirely of flames was slowly blooming.

Is that a manifestation of elemental beings? Or is it the opening move of some high-level spell?

The unfolding of each petal is accompanied by the distortion of the light in the surrounding space.

Dago exhaled softly and slowly reached out to touch the ice-blue earring on his right earlobe.

Although he had greatly overestimated the power of the fire magic his opponent possessed.

But the opponent's true strength was more than ten times more terrifying than he had imagined.

Such terrifyingly high-temperature fire magic truly has the ability to burn everything to ashes.

Just as Dago showed signs of continuing to fight.

The witch girl in the distance had a faint glow in her rose-red eyes.

That was the excitement of a hunter discovering interesting prey, followed by a gradual, innocent smile spreading across her beautiful face.

She raised her red cane, creating a beautiful spark, her elegant and composed demeanor suggesting she was about to embark on an interesting game.

In her mind, this was just a game, and life and death were merely footnotes to the game.

........

"Your Highness Ginia!"

The silver-haired witch Emily, quickly recovering from her daze, appeared beside Ginya with incredible speed.

She suppressed her instinctive fear of that destructive aura.

He asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Ginya shook her head and gently touched her slightly swollen cheek.

She hissed softly in pain, but her eyes remained fixed on the direction of the battle in the distance.

That figure, that figure trying to carve out a way out in the sea of ​​despair and fire, was deeply imprinted in her mind.

"Simon, do you have any more life potions? Take them out now!"

Emily's voice trembled, carrying a hint of urgency that she herself was unaware of.

After a busy period, the redness and swelling on Ginya's cheeks disappeared without a trace.

That was the miraculous effect of the Jade Court's secret potion, and Emily finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned her head and looked in the direction that Ginya had been gazing.

That space had become extremely unstable, with elemental turbulence tearing everything apart like mad dogs.

Emily's face showed a complex and indescribable expression.

It was awe of the strong, and also incomprehension of D'Ago's "foolish" behavior.

"I now believe that this person did not approach Her Highness with ulterior motives, but that it was a genuine coincidence."

"If it's a conspiracy, the price is far too high."

"No one would go and confront the Ash Witch Tracy for this reason."

"That's like dancing on the Grim Reaper's scythe."

"Just an ignorant fool."

An untimely voice rang out.

It carried a hysterical frenzy twisted by fear, and a malicious schadenfreude.

It was none other than the wizard Fink, who had nearly lost his life under the Crimson Staff.

He stared grimly at the two men facing off in the distance.

His pride has been shattered, and now he can only maintain his pitiful self-esteem by belittling others.

Fink said in a low voice, "Does this southern native shaman have no idea what he's about to face?"

"He's only a mere second-level wizard."

"Have you ever seen an ant trying to block a river of lava with its body? This is it, heh heh."

It was as if only Dago's tragic death could prove that his previous non-resistance was "wise".

"Fink!"

The silver-haired witch Emily coldly rebuked.

Although she also felt that Dago had no chance of winning, the sarcasm sounded particularly jarring at this moment.

Fink gave a soft snort and shut his mouth.

But the sinister look in his eyes did not dissipate; instead, it intensified.

"Let's leave here first."

The silver-haired witch Emily hesitated before speaking.

Reason told her that this was a battle of gods, where mortals suffered.

Although Fink's words were harsh, it is undeniable that what he said was also true.

Only those who do not know the name "Ash Witch" are unaware of it.

Only a southern indigenous shaman who has never truly experienced its terror would resort to the madness of using his second ring to defend against the opponent.

That is the fearlessness of the ignorant, but in the current situation, we should take advantage of the fact that the other party is driven by the courage of ignorance.

While the moth was still flying into the fire.

When you try to cause even the slightest obstacle to the Ash Witch, leave this place quickly.

Make good use of this precious time, which was bought with our lives.

Ensuring the safety of themselves and their group was undoubtedly the wisest decision.

This has nothing to do with morality; it's simply about the survival rules of the wizarding world: maximize profits and minimize risks.

However, since the other party had already saved the princess once before, and now he was being abandoned again, his conscience was truly troubled.

The silver-haired witch Emily couldn't help but observe Geneia's reaction.

Seeing that she didn't say a word, they assumed she had tacitly agreed.

Emily breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly exchanged a glance with her companion.

That's the unspoken cowardice among the weak.

He immediately pulled Ginia up and retreated to a distance.

To comfort Ginia, and also to comfort his own crumbling conscience.

The silver-haired witch Emily added, "Princess, don't feel guilty. Tracy is most likely after you."

Our departure is also to help your friend out of a difficult situation.

If we, this burden, are gone, he might still have a glimmer of hope.

Your Highness?! You.

But Emily hadn't finished speaking.

Then they saw that a white crystal emitting a faint glow suddenly appeared in the hand of the silent Ginya.

And it was making a move to crush it.

Emily's expression changed drastically, her pupils shrank to pinpoints, and she hurriedly reached out to try to stop him.

Just then, a tsunami-like energy surge suddenly erupted from behind them.

It wasn't wind; it was a shock wave formed by a high-pressure particle stream.

The aftershocks of the energy created a sudden gust of wind that whipped up the hair and robes of the four people.

The group stopped abruptly and couldn't help but look back at Dago and Tracy's battle group.

"Boom!"

The sound is actually delayed.

First came the snow blindness on my retina, and then the deafening roar.

The giant frost tornado and the towering flames collided violently.

It was a frantic tearing apart of two completely opposite rules at the micro level.

The forces of ice and fire intertwined and clashed in the sky.

This creates a clear boundary between the red and blue colors.

It was as if the sky had been forcibly torn in two by an invisible hand.