Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

In the 【Radiant Sun】 state, the three soul seal crystals in Dago's soul ignited completely, with thin golden flames rising from the crystals.

That was the tangible radiance produced by spiritual power in high-frequency vibrations, a phenomenon of the ultimate output of soul power.

A massive amount of spiritual power burst forth from his body, forming a distorted, pale golden force field around him.

The elemental dust particles floating in the air were forcibly captured by this domineering force field, and regardless of their properties, they were all crushed and reassembled.

If the "Quiet of Winter" is about sealing away all of Dago's distracting thoughts, allowing him to enter a state of complete focus, absolute concentration, and absolute control, then...

It was a cold rationality, like that before an autopsy table, treating the world as a specimen to be slaughtered, without a trace of pity.

The "glorious sun," on the other hand, is quite the opposite.

This is a fanatical sacrifice, using spiritual power as fuel to exchange for a brief opportunity to touch upon higher-dimensional truths.

All of Dago's emotions were ignited, transforming into a raging fire of fighting spirit. Every cell in his body and every thought that arose in his mind was active at a level ten times greater than normal.

That's overloaded computing power, an overclocked mind.

Every moment, countless inspirations erupt, collide, and vanish in my mind.

Like magma breaking free from the earth's crust, it rolls and roars wildly, unstoppable, releasing boundless energy and passion!

His eyes no longer belonged to humans, but were two miniature golden suns, indifferently watching the birth and death of all things in the world.

This status effect is reflected in his spellcasting combat.

It is a brutal alteration of the rules, a superior's posture, forcibly commanding the elements to submit.

This caused the power of the spell to surge, the spell domain to expand, and more and larger free energy particles in the world to be summoned.

The water elements within a kilometer radius cheered and rushed to converge on the golden figure, forming a funnel-shaped elemental storm.

The three domain powers derived from ice magic—[Elemental Resonance], [Fine Snow Sword Domain], and [Ice Core Cruise Missile]—have all reached the second level of domain resonance after three years of arduous training by Dago.

Now, with the blessing of the [Radiant Sun] state, its power has expanded rapidly, and each one even has a terrifying aura of near triple resonance.

"Click-clack-clack-clack—"

Layers of frost expanded and spread from Dago's surroundings, forming a huge ice array at Dago's feet, resembling an exquisite hexagonal snowflake.

Each time a rune lit up, it was accompanied by a sharp drop in the surrounding temperature.

Compared to the previous encounter with the Ash Witch Tracy, without the suppression of the Crimson Flame, this icy power appeared even colder and heavier.

Dago raised his right hand slightly, and from the deep blue vortex of ice and snow formed by countless ice-type energy particles in front of him, a pure white ice blade tens of meters high slowly emerged.

Without any movement, a terrifying chill and sharpness were already spreading wildly.

The space itself seemed to be slashed by this sharp aura, emitting a faint lament.

As the ghostly waves of the Bone Bell Maflin swept toward the massive ice blade, the dark gray waves were silently frozen.

The black tide, composed of resentment and negative energy, lost its activity the moment it came into contact with the edge of the Gofa Domain.

Then, like a frozen glacier crashing head-on into a reef, it was sliced ​​in two by the ice blades with a loud bang, rolling past Dago's body on either side.

Dago glanced at the blackish-gray "ice blocks" that shattered and tumbled past his feet, and saw that each "ice block" was densely packed with twisted and terrifying human faces, each face screaming silently at him.

"They're all vengeful spirits, ghostly beings."

Dago took a light breath, spread his right hand's five fingers, and slowly closed them.

It was as if he were holding the pure white ice blade directly above his head, which emanated a rolling chill and endless sharpness.

A cold light flashed in his golden, burning eyes.

A gentle breeze ruffled Dago's hair as he looked at the skeleton shrouded in billowing gray smoke before him and suddenly made a diagonal slashing motion with his sword.

"cut!"

This low shout was not like a human voice, but more like a divine decree of judgment.

The enormous, pure white ice blade seemed to be held by an invisible hand, moving almost in sync with Dago's actions.

The immense mass did not become an obstacle at this moment; instead, driven by mental power, it unleashed astonishing speed.

It quietly lifted itself, creating a dazzling ice flower in the air, and then quickly slashed forward.

As the ice blade struck, a long, dark gash appeared in the void, and large chunks of ice crystals condensed.

Below, the rolling black tide silently broke apart to both sides, including the materialized gray smoke of the soul.

Beneath the ice blade, the sinister and evil face of the Bone Deathstroke Mammoth Flint was fully revealed.

"boom!"

A tremendous roar erupted from the collision of spells, causing the air in the surrounding area, and even the ancient buildings below, to tremble violently.

Countless tiles were blasted away, the ancient walls groaned under the shockwave, and cracks quickly spread across the ground like a spider web.

The gust of wind generated by the aftershock of the energy blew Claire's robes from behind, and Claire's figure came to an abrupt halt.

He had to activate his own defensive force field to withstand the biting cold and mental impact that was coming his way.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned around.

Even he, who had spent many years navigating the cruel wizarding world, felt a chill run down his spine at the sight before him.

They saw a tall, slender figure, clad entirely in silver-white metal and graceful as a dragon, surrounded by endless icy cold, wielding an ice blade as it fiercely slashed at the terrifying figure atop the ghostly black tide.

Claire's pupils contracted slightly, and she froze in shock.

A moment later, his eyes flashed rapidly, and he gritted his teeth, spitting out a few words: "That madman!"

Claire took out a communication stone and quickly sent a message to the group. Then, her expression changed, and she charged angrily toward the two people's battle.

"A battle between top geniuses?!"

In a winding, ancient street, two third-ring wizards walking together heard the sound of magic colliding and felt the violent shock coming from afar. They suddenly stopped and looked at each other in surprise.

That level of energy fluctuation is like a lighthouse in the dark, and it has a fatal attraction for wizards who crave soul power.

Without hesitation, the two flew directly toward the direction from which the magical fluctuations were coming.

Even knowing they might become collateral damage, wizards still want to witness this level of confrontation firsthand; this is the greed and thirst for knowledge ingrained in their very bones.

The closer they got to the battle, the more terrifying the power of the fighting became. Both third-ring wizards felt their scalps tingle and their hearts pound.

The air was filled with a high concentration of active particles, and every breath felt like swallowing razor blades, causing a stinging sensation on the skin.

They had realized that this was a battle far beyond their level, one they couldn't participate in, but curiosity still drove them forward.

Soon, the scene of battle came into their view.

It was a grand spectacle never seen even in nightmares, a symphony of ice and death.

A turbulent, black and gray tide, like a roaring river, surged across the sky, death knells tolled one after another, and countless ghosts wailed and danced around the battle.

Looking into the distance, that area of ​​sky seemed to have completely become the domain of the dead, with the stench of decay and death constantly spreading outwards.