Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

next second.

Dago released his grip on the [Winter Star in the Palm].

The mental energy valve that maintained the high-pressure state was removed.

The space in the palm of his hand even emitted a crisp sound like a snapping string as it lost its strong pressure.

"Boom!"

[Winter Star], which had been confined within a palm, was released like a trapped beast after the last bit of the force binding it receded.

A dazzling deep blue sphere of light exploded.

Those were the roars of liquefied ice element particles due to overcrowding.

A huge ring of deep blue ice flames spread out first.

Silently, everything was frozen, washed away, and crushed into dust.

Dust particles in the air are frozen in the glistening ice crystals, and even the angle of light refraction is distorted by this extreme low temperature.

Colcrown's pelvis was the first to be hit. It stopped rotating after just one look, the green light wrapped around the pelvis disappeared in an instant, and then the entire pelvis was rapidly frozen by a thick layer of ice.

As the dazzling expansion and explosion following the ice flames caused the entire frozen pelvis to shatter completely.

"Crackling and popping—"

Countless tiny ice crystals exploded into a sky full of stars.

Beneath the sky, where shattered white bone fragments cascaded like a deep blue waterfall, Kolcrow roared to the heavens, raising a small, exquisite crystal skull that emanated terrifying power with one arm.

In an instant, countless green lights converged on him, and a huge white skeleton "emerged from the ground" beneath his feet!

The bones interlocked, producing a grinding sound that made your teeth ache.

The skeletal giant formed by the spell had blazing green flames burning in its eye sockets and mouth, four arms growing from its skeletal body, and even a pair of deformed and bizarre bone wings growing from its back.

It was like a monstrous abode of hatred that had crawled out of the grave, with cursed runes inscribed on every bone.

As soon as the skeletal giant with two wings and four arms appeared, it lunged at the center of the energy burst in an embracing posture. The rampant frost was blocked by its massive skeletal body, and in an instant, most of its body was covered with layers of solid ice.

It uses its own structure to resist the low-temperature erosion at the level of rules.

"Click-clack—"

Several barely perceptible cracks appeared on the crystal skull that Kolcrow held aloft.

His heart was bleeding—from the depletion of resources, and even more so from his anger at the situation spiraling out of control.

Just then, a tall, slender, silver-white figure quietly appeared beside Kolcrow.

He formed a blade with his palms together, his arms wreathed in azure flames, and rapidly broke through the layers of force fields surrounding Kolcrow, approaching him.

Kolcrow sensed the approaching figure and whirled around, raising a crystal skull in one hand and a grayish-white bone spike in the other.

His eyes were icy cold as he swiftly thrust his sword towards the direction of the approaching person.

A jet-black beam of light shot from the tip of the bone spur, hurtling rapidly toward Dago.

As the ghostly light approached, Dago's eyelids twitched slightly, as if he were being targeted by some ferocious beast or venomous creature, but his face remained expressionless.

His figure swayed slightly, and he suddenly disappeared, narrowly dodging the incoming black light.

After a brief teleportation, the moment Dago landed, all the titanium on his body detached and transformed into a silver torrent of metal that rushed towards Kolcrow.

With titanium within a few meters of Kolcrow, Dago raised his right hand from afar.

With fingers spread, the lines on the palm glow faintly, as if weaving an invisible net.

Before the word "stagnation" could even leave his lips, a strong sense of alarm suddenly arose in his mind.

The dark, eerie light that he had previously dodged had somehow returned, seemingly alive, and turned to come back to haunt him.

It was like a greedy black serpent, locking onto Dago's soul fluctuations.

Although he didn't know what the mysterious glow was, his intuition told him that if Dago was hit, it probably wouldn't end well.

At this point, it was too late to dodge. In a fraction of a second, Dago's body made a bizarre movement that no ordinary person could do, narrowly avoiding the ghostly light.

The spine emitted a cracking sound as it could no longer bear the strain, and several muscle fibers snapped.

It was a twisting beyond the limits of the human body, as if a universal bearing was installed inside the body.

His movements were so fast that they were difficult for the naked eye to follow.

To Colcrown, it was as if Dago hadn't moved at all; his killer weapon, the Bone Spike, inexplicably pierced through his body.

"How is this possible?!"

Kolcrow blurted out, his face showing an even greater shock than when he had witnessed the terrifying power of the [Winter Star in the Palm].

This is fear of the unknown, an instinctive tremor at power beyond the realm of cognition.

Dago's eyes flickered slightly, and he calmly raised his hand.

The titanium scattered around Kolcro rapidly released a power of "spatial stasis." As that "stasis and sealing" power, even more bizarre and terrifying than pure icy force, attacked from all directions...

Korcrat felt as if his body and even his soul had frozen in place, and his expression changed drastically in an instant.

That was the despair of having spatial coordinates locked.

The next second, a silver titanium-polymer disc, like a smooth and flat mirror, "sealed" Kolcrow into a relatively flat plane.

Immediately afterward, the silvery-white round mirror shattered, revealing streaks of pitch black along its broken edges, intertwined with terrifying spatial rupture forces.

"Bang!"

A burst of green light erupted.

That was the secondary explosion caused by the defensive magical artifacts on Kolcroh's body shattering after being overloaded.

Like a startled bird, Kolcrow leaped out of the shattered mirror void, his face deathly pale, all traces of his arrogance gone.

His robes were tattered and covered with fine bloodstains, marks left by fragments of space cutting through him.

He rushed in one direction, and Titanium, as if welcoming its king, once again threw itself into Dago's arms, transforming into armor.

The metal collided with flesh, producing a crisp "click" sound, instantly covering the entire body, the streamlined armor gleaming with a cold, sharp light.

Dago followed closely, his chestnut hair fluttering slightly across his forehead, his alluring eyes seeming to trace blue-gold lines in the void.

That was the look in a hunter's eyes when he locked onto his prey—focused and ruthless.

In the blink of an eye, he caught up with Kolcrow's figure, rapidly channeling titanium through his arms to condense into a long, narrow, sword-shaped blade.

Azure flames of thawing light danced and burned on the blade as Dago made a horizontal slashing motion.

"Rip—"

It's like a hot knife slicing through butter.

The invincible Blade of Destruction sliced ​​through Kolklau's mental field with silken smoothness, turning those once-tough shields into something as fragile as paper.

Then there's his robe; the defensive runes were cut off from their energy flow before they even lit up.

The sword tip touched the soft flesh, and Kolcrow, his face contorted with rage, turned and thrust out with the bone spike in his hand, attempting to block.

That was a death throes reaction.

Dago gently stirred with both hands.

"Whoosh—"

A pale, severed arm holding a bone spur flew into the sky.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and even the blood was delayed for a moment due to its extreme sharpness before gushing out.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

Several bursts of magical power collided and exploded, and with the speed of a rabbit and the swiftness of a falcon, a figure rushed out of the battle.

That was Kolcrow, who was frantically fleeing, burning with mental energy.

"boom!"

Anran landed safely on a gray-white stone pillar that had not yet been lit. A blazing beam of light shot into the sky, dazzling and bright, yet it could not obscure the extremely ugly face of Korcraul, who was tightly clutching his severed arm on the stone pillar.

His pride and his dignity were utterly shattered by that single sword strike.

The fierce battle thus quietly subsided.

The wind stopped, the snow stopped, and only the lingering smell of blood and ozone in the air reminded people of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Dargo stood in mid-air, clad in a deep and magnificent silver-white metal armor, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, with drops of bright red blood slowly dripping from his slender fingertips.

The drops of blood fell into the void, blooming into enchanting red plum blossoms.

That was the blood of Kolcrow.

The "head" that should have been handed over by the defeated, a large swath of mysterious light left behind by Kolcrow, entered Dago's body.

The already thick gray smoke around Dago expanded rapidly at this moment, instantly growing into a vast gray cloud that gathered and dispersed erratically, rising rapidly behind him like layers of dense shadows.

At this moment, all the wizards watching the battle around the battlefield fell silent.

The wind blew, stirring up the sand and gravel on the ground, which rustled against the monks' robes, but no one paid any attention.

They stood rooted to the spot, as if they had all been punched hard in the face, each with a suffocating expression on their face.

That was a shocking experience of having my worldview reshaped.

Colcrown.

Unlike Gale of the Psionic Dawn and Vich of the Chaos Mystic Society, who are also the leading geniuses of the three major wizarding forces in the south, Kolcrow is undoubtedly much more high-profile.

He was like a lion surveying its territory—domineering, cruel, and arrogant.

For more than a year, he had been "hunting" talented wizards from small and medium-sized forces in the south.

They use their own kind as experimental material and as a stepping stone for advancement.

He was "infamous," yet his name inspired fear.

Just like his act of forcibly occupying four stone pillars and refusing to give them up, attempting to harvest many second-tier genius wizards as "resources," although it aroused public anger, no one could stop him.

No one even dared to look him in the eye.

Kolcrow was like a shadow hanging over the heads of many southern wizarding geniuses, constantly bringing them the deepest and most terrifying nightmares.

That was a kind of despair called "powerlessness".

However, now...

Someone actually tore this shadow apart brutally in front of everyone!

In the most direct, violent, and unreasonable way!

In the direct confrontation, he severed one of Kolcrow's arms and drove him to the pillar like a pathetic dog!