Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Dago Heca!"

Violet's low murmur was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

The group of young wizards with thorny magic rings looked dazed.

The sound penetrated my eardrums, but stirred up a storm in my heart.

"Gentlemen..."

Violet paused, her gaze somewhat unfocused.

"The future of the Thorn Ring may well be written by this name."

Dead silence.

No one responded.

Language seems pale and powerless at this moment.

Every face is complex, nothing but complex.

It was as if a palette had been overturned, with shock, jealousy, fear, and confusion all mixed together.

Central platform.

Dago loosened his grip slightly.

The touch was cold and hard, like touching a regular, solid entity.

Gehrman's face turned pale, and his body uncontrollably "fell" backward.

Like a kite with a broken string.

Just a moment ago.

Countless deductions flashed through Dago's mind.

That miraculous artifact was pulsating in rhythm with the beating of Gehrman's heart.

It was not just a magical artifact, but also a manifestation of half of Gehrman's soul.

If you forcibly pry it out.

That's tearing your soul apart.

Gehrman will die.

He died on the spot without any doubt.

In the Wizards' battle, falling might just be a cold, hard number.

They are the withered bones leading to the throne of truth.

But a calculating glint flashed in Dago's pure black eyes.

No need.

A living Gehrman might be more valuable than a dead artifact.

Moreover, he has already "seen" the mystery of truth.

Mental energy penetrates with surgical precision.

In those few seconds of contact.

The core of the miraculous artifact is the ever-changing incantation, with its intricate array of runes resembling a galaxy.

It has already been greedily copied by the [Eye of Truth].

Stored in the palace of memory, awaiting future dissection and reconstruction.

Dago looked up.

Their gazes met those of Gehrman.

In Gehrman's eyes, pride was crumbling.

Shock, resentment, confusion, and a barely perceptible fear.

That is an instinctive awe of higher-dimensional power.

"Splash—"

Behind Gehrman, the humanoid phantom, interwoven with electric sparks and silver light, shattered like a broken mirror.

The fragments did not disappear.

Instead, they coalesced into a huge, dazzling, mysterious ball of light.

That was the tribute of the defeated.

It is the bargaining chip in this brutal game.

The ball of light surged and instantly entered Dago's body.

boom!

A roar that only Dago could hear came from the depths of his soul.

That was the sound of the dam breaking.

The soul power is surging.

It was like a dried-up riverbed receiving a flash flood.

Within the mental space, the gray sun spun wildly.

The fourth soul crystal was originally just a prototype.

At this moment, it's like an inflating balloon, expanding with every breath.

To the extreme.

Round and full, radiating a heart-stirring aura.

It didn't stop.

At the core of the gray sun, specks of golden light began to converge.

That was a sign of a qualitative change.

The fifth soul crystal is condensing in the void.

too fast.

This speed is practically defying the rules.

"For true powerhouses, the battle for prodigies is the best breeding ground for their growth."

Dago sighed inwardly, but his eyes remained cold.

outside world.

Strange phenomena are occurring.

The gray smoke surrounding him seemed to have been injected with some kind of catalyst.

It surged wildly and expanded rapidly.

Its volume increased by one-third in an instant.

A massive gray cloud loomed overhead, obscuring a large portion of the platform's height.

A shadow fell, enveloping all directions.

Countless layers of gray clouds piled up, like the tentacles of an ancient monster.

Wisps of smoke fell down like curtains.

The source was Dago's not-so-tall body.

This gray smoke is more than just power.

It is also the "spoils of war" that Dago has won with blood and reason along the way.

Each wisp of smoke represents a mysterious substance that has been plundered.

That was Isidore's doing.

It is to nakedly and concretely manifest the intangible essence of the soul.

It is both a badge of honor for strength and a gamble for the greedy.

Only those who stand at the end can reap the rewards.

"Da..."

Gehrman leaned against the void, his body swaying.

The once proud Thunder Tower now appears somewhat hunched over.

His lips moved slightly, and dry syllables came out of his throat.

It seems like they wanted to say something polite, or perhaps make some kind of oath.

But in the end.

He didn't say anything.

All that remained was a blank expression.

It's sizzling!

A burst of lightning flashed by.

Gehrman disappeared from the spot.

escaped.

With shattered pride and covered in wounds, he hid in some dark corner.

Like a wounded beast, licking its wounds alone.

This is the kind of drop from the clouds to the mud.

Enough to destroy the will of a genius.

Dago looked away.

He doesn't care.

The wailing of a defeated dog is not worth wasting even a second of attention on.

He turned and flew away from the platform.

The body begins to change.

That suffocating state of "utter despair" is receding.

The imposing blue demon's body shrank as if the tide were receding.

Muscle fiber remodeling and bone realignment.

Titanium, like a black liquid metal, is gradually covered and spread.

Finally, it transformed back into that cold, hard robe.

Only that head of black hair.

It seemed to be solidified by some force, unable to return to its original state.

It danced wildly in the wind, like a pure black cloak, proclaiming the madness that had just occurred.

Rumbling--

off the field.

The stone pillar belonging to Dago emitted a dull thud.

It has begun to rise.

It rose up from the ground.

They are on par with the top talents who won previously.

This is a symbol of status, irrefutable proof of power.

At this moment.

Countless gazes, filled with a variety of emotions, focused on that black-haired figure.

Sudden.

That familiar feeling came over me again.

A strange heat surged deep within my soul.

It's like a fire burning in the cracks of the soul.

Dago squinted.

Look up and gaze straight at the sky.

On his forehead, streaks of white light intertwined and quickly wove together to form a vertical eye pattern.

The Eye of Truth!

With a shift in perspective, the world transforms into a torrent of lines and data in his eyes.

But he saw nothing.

That power is invisible and intangible, yet it is omnipresent.

The only thing that can be confirmed.

This power originates from deep underground.

That was the breath of an ancient runic array.

"Isidore..."

Dago silently repeated the name in his heart.

Only a legend standing at the pinnacle of wizarding civilization could construct such an incredible realm.

That is the ultimate application of the rules of the soul.

pity.

There's nothing else besides this intense heat.

There was no manifestation of special qualities, and no resonance of visions.

Compared to Michael's terrifying ability to directly interfere with reality due to his soul's characteristics.

He still has a long way to go.

The amount of gray smoke surrounding him was clearly the highest in the entire arena.

This is an accumulation of quantity, but it cannot cover up the mediocrity of quality.

"Their spiritual qualities are far inferior."

Dago shook his head.

I rationally cut off this useless self-pity.

Since we are born with a deficiency, we can make up for it with knowledge.

His attention shifted to a corner of the memory palace.

There, suspended, was the rune structure that had just been "stolen".

Complex and mysterious.

It's like a sophisticated three-dimensional maze.

This is similar to the concept of multiple prisms, but even more profound.

[A mirage]

Dago gave it a fitting name.

Although it is a mirror system, its essence is the folding and deception of space.

Gehrman's "Mirroring of the Body".

That ability to transform physical entities into illusory images, making them immune to elemental attacks.

Very strong, ridiculously strong.

If it weren't for meeting Dago.

We encountered that unreasonable "spatial stasis".

Gehrman was virtually invincible.

A glint of light flashed in Dago's eyes.

He wanted that ability.

This will greatly compensate for his defensive weaknesses.

This gives him more leeway when facing high-burst elemental wizards.

"Perhaps we still have to rely on the old methods."

There was no mentorship or guidance.

Then let's make it ourselves.

By modifying the soul seal, this rule is forcibly solidified.

This is crazy, and it's dangerous.

But this wasn't the first time Dago had done this.

【Space Silver Ice】.

This soul seal, which he created himself, will undergo another transformation.

That happened later.

just now.

The battle continues.