Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago strode through the void, step by step, toward the third-ring wizard whom he had pinned to the high wall with his spear.

With each step, visible ripples spread through the air beneath our feet, as if the very space itself was groaning under this intense, concentrated mental pressure.

He remained calm, gently raising his right hand and making a loose clenching motion with his five fingers in the air.

"Zheng—"

The silver-white spears, wreathed in flames on the high wall, trembled.

On the gun, the eerie blue-white cold flames of [Ice Flame] intertwined with the silver light of titanium metal, greedily eroding the victim's wounds.

The three-ringed wizard, his body pierced, opened his mouth wide, making a "hoho" sound in his throat, as if he wanted to say something, perhaps begging for mercy, or perhaps cursing.

But it was all too late.

His body rapidly blurred, and finally, with a soft popping sound, he completely disappeared and was banished from the Fairy Ancient City.

Only a huge, colorful ball of light remained, the condensation of the essence of the Third Ring Wizard's soul, the only hard currency in this brutal battle.

The ball of light quickly merged into Dago's body, like a drop of water flowing into the ocean, causing only a tiny ripple.

Dago casually caught the titanium spear that had been sent flying back. The moment the spear touched his palm, it turned into a silver liquid, flowing down his arm and re-integrating into the indestructible silver ice armor.

Large plumes of gray smoke rose from the body encased in the silver ice armor.

They surrounded him like ancient, tattered, burning banners, radiating a chilling aura of despair.

In the deathly silence, the two third-circle wizards who were chasing Ferencgalon retreated rapidly.

Without the slightest hesitation, the two didn't even dare to utter a harsh word, and in the blink of an eye, they vanished without a trace.

Feregalon's face was taut, his expression blank. The joy of surviving the ordeal did not appear; instead, there was a deep sense of powerlessness and bitterness.

At this moment, he remembered the identity of the handsome young man who had come to his rescue.

Looking back, it was when the Fairy Ancient City had just opened.

His opponent, like him, was a second-ring wizard who, in this desperate situation surrounded by wolves, managed to snatch the ticket belonging to a third-ring wizard and enter this final battleground.

Back then, they were seen as kindred spirits, as madmen who dared to defy fate.

Their starting points were remarkably similar, the only difference being—

At the beginning of the battle, Ferregalon, with his ruthlessness and prepared trump cards, was occasionally able to defeat some third-ring wizards who were not particularly strong through surprise attacks.

That was his most triumphant moment, when he believed he could carve a bloody path to truth in this cruel wizarding world.

But as time goes by, the weak are eliminated, and only monsters remain.

All that Philegalon could do was hide like a mouse and run away like a rabbit.

He had long since lost the right to increase his soul power through battle, and could only gather the scattered soul light that leaked between the fingers of the powerful in dark corners where no one paid attention, like a humble ant.

He thought this was the limit for a second-circle wizard.

However, when he met Dago again, Dago, whom he once thought was one of his own, had already been promoted to the third ring.

Moreover, his strength was so formidable that defeating a third-ring wizard of the same realm was as easy as slaughtering a chicken or a dog. Looking at the thick, cloud-like gray smoke surrounding the opponent, each wisp of smoke represented the fall of a powerful expert of the same level.

"Is this... the true gap between geniuses and ordinary people?"

Feregalon opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, even if it was just a simple thank you or asking how the other person had managed to do it.

But the other party didn't give him a chance to thank him, and didn't even glance at him.

Those blue eyes, shimmering with golden light, remained indifferent, as if they hadn't just saved a person, but merely swatted a fly that was blocking their way and casually released an insignificant insect.

Dago merely glanced at him casually, his gaze devoid of contempt, only showing indifference—the indifference of a dragon towards an ant.

He called out "Let's go" to his companions, his voice flat and without any inflection.

Then, he turned and flew towards the pillar of light in the seat.

There, a ghastly green light shot into the sky, its energy fluctuations as violent as boiling magma. It was currently the most fiercely contested and dangerous death zone within the ancient city.

But in Dago's eyes, it was a feast table.

The young wizard Ferencgalon's expression shifted, from shock and resentment to a sense of resigned dejection.

The path to truth is never a wide avenue, but a narrow bridge; those who cannot squeeze onto it will fall into the abyss.

Finally, he sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to drain all his spirit.

He turned around and deliberately faced the rapidly shrinking, all-consuming light screen behind him.

It's time for him to leave. This is not his stage after all. If he insists on staying, he will only become a stepping stone for others to ascend to the throne.

……

Between four adjacent, unlit stone pillars, a ghastly green energy light completely enveloped the entire area.

Several enormous skulls, as big as small mountains, hovered and flew in the sky, with intense, dazzling green beams of light shooting out from the empty eye sockets of each skull.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The beam of light swept across the ground, instantly vaporizing the hard stone slabs of the ancient city, leaving behind deep, bottomless, charred ravines that swept outwards in all directions, forming a death line that no living person could enter.

At the center of this overwhelming and terrifying power, a figure with long hair hanging down to his ankles like twisted seaweed stood.

He was like the monarch of this realm of death, aloof, mad, and powerful.

Thick, gray smoke billowed around him, so dense it was almost liquefied, forming a vast, oppressive gray cloud that obscured the sky above.

Against the backdrop of these gray clouds, the scale that Dago had previously displayed seemed rather small in comparison.

It's hard to imagine how many opponents were defeated and how many souls were plundered to bring this together.

"call--"

A sudden whooshing sound arose.

A figure surrounded by heavy rings of fire and a large amount of gray cloud suddenly rushed towards a stone pillar.

This was a powerful fire-specialized wizard. He seized the opportunity during the gap in the green beam of light, seemingly wanting to light up the stone pillar and take over the spot.

The three-colored fire rings surrounding him distorted the space, clearly indicating that he was also a renowned powerhouse in this battle.

But several enormous skulls seemed to possess their own consciousness, flying rapidly through the air in eerie arcs.

Without any casting animation, the green energy lasers shot from his mouth instantly intertwined into a web of death, crisscrossing and entangled.

"boom--"

A violent energy explosion rang out.

The former only lasted for a few seconds before its proud elemental defenses became as fragile as paper.

The rings of fire around him shattered, and his protective magic shield collapsed.

He was finally struck in the waist and abdomen by a beam of green light, coughing up blood and flying backward, his eyes filled with disbelief and terror.

His body became blurry in mid-air as the protection mechanism of the Fairy Ancient City was triggered, but it also meant that he had lost his eligibility.

It quickly disappeared, leaving behind only a large, mysterious ball of light, several times larger than the one that Dago had absorbed before.

The ball of light was drawn in and quickly disappeared into the figure with seaweed-covered hair.

Immediately afterwards, the gray clouds surrounding the figure surged violently, as if it had taken some kind of powerful tonic, and its size expanded again, reaching an astonishing level.

Around the figure with the seaweed-like long hair, several powerful third-ring wizards stood with grim expressions.

They are all top performers who have emerged from their respective regions, each possessing unique skills and high aspirations.

Several of them were surrounded by a considerable amount of gray smoke, indicating that they also possessed a significant number of heads and were fully qualified to light up the stone pillars.

However, due to the indiscriminate attacks of the green light barrier and the skull, as well as the domineering obstruction of the figure, they were unable to get even a fraction closer to the stone pillar.

Moreover, although the gray clouds surrounding them were enormous, they were only about one-tenth the size of the seaweed-haired figure that blotted out the sky.

This is a crushing defeat in both quality and quantity.

"Kolcrow, you've gone too far!"

Finally, a powerful third-ring wizard could no longer contain his anger.

The voice, amplified by mental power, echoed like thunder across the plaza: "No matter how strong you are, according to the rules, you can only occupy one seat at most. Why are you taking up four seats and refusing to give them up? Are you trying to make enemies of everyone?"

A brief, deathly silence fell over the air.

"Oh."

A soft laugh broke the silence; the sound was not loud, but it carried a deep-seated contempt and madness.

Within the pale green energy field, billowing gray clouds broke through, as if some primordial beast had awakened.

A figure exuding an overwhelming aura slowly emerged from within.

As he moved, the surrounding green beams of light automatically gave way, as if submitting to his will.

Her long, seaweed-like hair moved without wind, revealing a pale, effeminate face, and her eyes burned with an intense green fire of desire for power.

He surveyed the entire room with disdain, his gaze sweeping over every wizard present as if they were lambs to the slaughter.

"What right does this piece of trash have to be seated here?"

Kolcrow's voice, husky and magnetic, echoed in everyone's ears: "Rather than going up there to be defeated and waste this precious spot, you'd better become my resources now... When I reach the top, you will all be glorious!"