Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"[Shattered Silver Ice], disintegrate!"

The figure in silver armor spread its five fingers as if making a loose clenching motion, and spoke softly.

In that instant.

It was as if all the elemental particles in the air had been sucked out.

The originally stable spatial structure has become visibly distorted.

In an instant, the enormous silver disc that had imprisoned the white-haired wizard shattered automatically, and an indescribable force of destruction and tearing surged forth from the cracks.

The latter's domain was torn to shreds before it could be fully formed.

The so-called "law domain" is a third-level wizard's initial understanding of the rules.

It is a realm they constructed using spiritual power and elements.

In theory, this should be indestructible.

But it is vulnerable to higher-dimensional computation and targeted physical attacks.

It is as fragile as a sheet of paper.

"Aaaaaah!!"

The white-haired wizard roared in shock and rage, and the shattered metal discs, which had scattered in all directions, spun back with a low whistle.

A vast array of interwoven black and silver light streaked across the void, rapidly converging into a single point.

That was the scream of fear from the depths of his soul.

But he couldn't stop it.

"Whoosh—"

The shouting stopped abruptly.

It's like a rooster whose neck has been snapped.

A robe was torn to shreds, and a blood-soaked figure fell to the ground with a look of resentment on its face.

Blood was spilled on the ground.

Instantly absorbed by the thirsty soil, it becomes nourishment for this ancient site.

The silver-armored man took a step forward, and his entire body suddenly appeared in the spot where the white-haired wizard had been standing, his right hand gently holding a winged fairy figure in his hand.

Its movements were as precise as a surgical robot with a pre-programmed sequence.

There was no unnecessary tremor.

At this moment, an eerie silence fell over the surrounding area.

Even the sound of the wind seemed to have stopped.

The expressions on the faces of the three-ring wizards, who had previously been observing coldly, all became extremely strange.

They were used to being high and mighty.

They were used to looking down on the struggling low-level wizards.

But today, the prey has become the hunter.

Ants killed an elephant.

This kind of cognitive collapse is more impactful than any mental spell.

Not far away, a third-ring wizard who had previously made mocking remarks also kept his mouth shut.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

That was a tense swallowing motion.

He is evaluating.

Assess what would happen if that silvery-white monster rushed towards you.

What are his chances of winning?

The data was being processed frantically in my mind.

The result is: zero.

Every wizard who witnessed the battle looked at Dago, who was encased in titanium, with a shocked and incredulous gaze.

They didn't see a single person.

Rather, it is an alchemical machine evolved for killing and fighting.

The flowing, silvery-white liquid.

That cold mask.

That soul aura remained completely still.

too fast!

This battle ended far too quickly.

It's so fast that people's thinking can't keep up.

It's so fast that it makes you question the value of a third-ring wizard.

In less than three breaths, almost a single encounter, the third-ring wizard named Oscar was severely injured and his ticket was taken away.

This is absolute control over the rhythm of the battle.

It is a precise calculation of the strength gap between the enemy and ourselves.

If the other party hadn't clearly shown mercy, Oscar might already be dead.

death.

On the path of a wizard, this is the most ordinary destination.

But he was crushed to death by a second-circle wizard like an insect.

This is a disgrace.

It also serves as a warning.

And the one who effortlessly "annihilated" him was just a second-circle wizard?!

The ability to defy fate across different life levels usually only exists in legends.

Or, it could be found in those chosen ones of different planes who possess "golden fingers" (advantages or advantages).

It should be noted that those who are confident enough to participate in this competition for seats are not ordinary wizards; they are the elite of their respective wizarding forces, the best among their peers and of the same rank.

Each of them holds several trump cards.

Everyone has the ability to take on challenges beyond their level.

How could someone be treated like a "weakling" and easily trampled on beyond their level?!

"Damn it, I think I'm sensing the profound mystery of spatial magic."

An old wizard who knew his stuff murmured softly.

His eyes gleamed with a mixture of greed and fear.

Space, that is the supreme law.

It is a shortcut to the temple of truth.

"Another monster."

Someone has made a comment.

In this era teeming with geniuses.

Monsters are not scarce.

What's scarce are the surviving monsters.

The onlookers, all three rings of wizards, murmured amongst themselves, no longer daring to linger.

He glanced at Dago with a wary look, as if trying to remember his appearance, before quickly leaving.

They are rational.

I will not venture into unknown dangers without absolute certainty.

After all, the prerequisite for exploring the truth is to be alive.

"It seems like it really works."

Dago ignored the people around him who were avoiding him like the plague; his attention was entirely focused on the goblin in his hand.

He is analyzing the structure of this organism.

It is not a purely flesh-and-blood life form.

It's more like a polymer of energy and rules.

A projection of some higher-dimensional being?

Or is it a product of alchemy from an ancient civilization?

After a brief period of struggle and unease, the little fairy he had forcibly taken from others seemed to accept reality and began to become obedient and docile.

It sensed the cold, unquestionable will emanating from Dago.

That was a predator-like aura even purer than that of the previous white-haired wizard.

Within the perception of this little thing.

This silvery-white entity before us is more dangerous than any monster.

"Felegalon! You just wait!!"

A roar, filled with resentment, rage, and a hint of fear, came from afar.

That marked the end of another battlefield.

Dagger looked in the direction of the sound and saw a long-haired, handsome second-ring wizard standing in mid-air.

Clutching a screaming fairy doll tightly in his hand, he coldly watched the third-ring wizard flee in a sorry state after uttering those harsh words.

It seems that the other person did the same thing as me.

This is the tacit understanding among the strong.

Within the limits permitted by the rules, plunder resources to the maximum extent possible.

If the rules do not allow it.

Then let's break the rules.

Seemingly sensing Dago's gaze, the young wizard named Feregalon turned his head and looked at him, the two gazing at each other from afar.

Their gazes collided in the air.

It looked as if sparks were flying.

That is confirmation among those of the same kind.

It is also a test of future competitors.

They both saw in each other's eyes a thirst for power and an ambition for truth.

Half a breath later, the young man withdrew his gaze and quickly left.

"We should go too..."

Dago looked away.

Everything can be ignored as long as it doesn't hinder his path to discovering the truth.

Dago extended a finger and touched the beautiful girl in his hand, who was a hundred times smaller than he had imagined. She was a fairy-like figure that bore a striking resemblance to Ottilia, the dust fairy he kept in the Silver Ring, and said softly.

A slightly cool sensation came from my fingertips.

It was like touching frozen moonlight.

This strange life form is worth studying in detail when I get back.

Perhaps we can glean some insight into Isidore's secrets about the creation of life from this.

He took a deep breath, and his crystal-blue eyes shone with an unprecedented light as he moved closer and closer to the Fairy Ancient City.

Guided by their respective "tickets," all the "invited" Third Ring Wizards flocked to the Fairy Ancient City like moths drawn to light.

Colorful ribbons of light intertwined in the air.

That is the bridge to dreams.

It is also a one-way street to hell.

Dago had been a little worried, but after seeing Feregalon, who had also stolen someone else's ticket, enter the Fairy City so smoothly, his last worry completely disappeared.

The rules, indeed, favor the strong.

If you're strong enough, even a ticket you snatch is still a ticket.

The Fairy City only recognizes energy tokens, not people.

This cold, mechanical logic was something Dargo loved.

As they approached the entrance to the Fairy City, Dargo saw the Ash Witch Tracy waving her crimson staff.

Flames formed fiery tornadoes around her.

That was the ultimate burning.

Even the space itself was trembling.

This guy has gone crazy for no reason. He clearly has a "ticket" in his hand, but instead of entering the city, he frantically attacks the hazy light screen outside the Fairy Ancient City, with a gritted-teeth expression on his face.

Is she trying to analyze the ancient city's defense mechanisms?

Or is it simply a violent outburst?

Or perhaps they wanted to attract the attention of something within the ancient city through this method?

Regardless of which one.

These are all extremely crazy and inefficient behaviors.

"There's something wrong with it."

Dago shook his head, too lazy to pay her any attention. Guided by the little fairy figure in his hand, he easily passed through the outer barrier and stepped into the legendary ancient city.