Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Its entire body is dark blue, and countless black patterns intertwine with the ancient ice blades tearing through the air, carrying the power of frost that can freeze everything.

It left behind a snake-like, eerie, and twisted mark in the void, and slashed fiercely at Viktor, who was in the corner of the platform.

In a battle where one is fighting three, the wisest course of action is naturally to defeat them one by one.

Of the three men before him, Michael posed the strongest threat to Dago, while the knight Gale was like an unstoppable spear. So, he naturally turned to Vicky, who was the "weaker" of the three.

In the state of [Winter Stillness], Dago's every spell he casts is precise and appropriate.

His long, dark blue hair billowed behind him like an icefall, as if he were running barefoot on solid ice.

His gaze was icy, and azure flames burned on his titanium-clad arms. Under the onslaught of the [Old Days - Frozen Sword Domain] empowered by one percent of the Despairing Winter Dragon bloodline,

The person suddenly appeared behind Viktor like a ghost, crossing his arms and slashing diagonally at Viktor's neck.

This series of deadly moves is enough to catch any third-ring wizard off guard.

However, just as Dagona's spell-breaking flame, imbued with a domain resonance, fell with the Titanium Blade, Vickery, who had been facing away from him, suddenly turned to face him.

The latter gave him a mysterious smile, seemingly oblivious to the spells attacking from both sides.

"Bang!"

A purple halo suddenly spread out from the opponent. Dago crossed his swords and slashed, cutting a small gap in the purple halo. It twisted rapidly but did not dissipate. Instead, it wrapped around his body like a ribbon.

The thawing flames on Dago's hands went out instantly, melting into titanium metal that dripped down his arm like water.

"The power of a curse?!"

Dago remained expressionless, his arms trembling slightly as the life energy within him swiftly extinguished the strange forces that had seeped in like ants.

His right arm swelled rapidly, with bulging muscles and sharp fingers reaching directly for Viktor's head.

The attempt to grab the object resulted in empty air.

The latter's figure shattered and disappeared under his palm, turning into a mysterious purple light. At the same time, a pure and terrifyingly sharp force rapidly attacked from the side.

Dago turned around, a dark blue light blooming in his palm. The spinning ice ball expanded rapidly, and a strong sense of despair surged from between his fingers, just in time to meet an extremely dazzling white light.

"Click click click—"

The still-uncompletely formed Despair Frozen Sphere was pierced by the white light, and the despair it contained was like ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun, being rapidly purified.

Dago felt as if his consciousness had been struck hard by something, the six soul crystals in his mind vibrated violently, and even his frozen heart began to loosen.

A pair of pure white hooves suddenly stomped out from the white light, landing hard on his chest.

"Pop—"

Dago's figure suddenly appeared on the other side of the platform, with two clear hoofprints on his chest made of silver armor formed from titanium.

Before he could catch his breath, a beam of light, faintly golden in color and almost solidified, slammed down on his head.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion rang out.

Dago breathed heavily as he broke free from a burst of white light and hovered high above the platform.

He glanced up and saw Michael calmly and slowly retracting the exquisite white staff, more than half a meter long, from his hand.

Gale stood almost level with him, watching him coldly, while the winged unicorn beneath him pawed its front hooves restlessly.

As for Vickery, he remained standing in the same spot, clutching his thick black book, looking at himself with a half-smile.

In one exchange, the three men barely moved their positions, yet the pressure on Dago was immediately maximized.

Dago's expression turned slightly serious.

The combined power of three top geniuses is far more than just "1+1+1".

Even though they were not familiar with each other, their exceptional combat awareness allowed them to easily find the most suitable position in battle.

The most appropriate time to shoot, in order to achieve the most perfect and harmonious "cooperation".

Another crucial point is that, after the previous battles, the three of them were already very familiar with his fighting style and most of his magical techniques.

With just a little guessing, one can predict his every move.

On the contrary, Dago knew very little about the three people's magic and personalities.

"One 'farmer' is playing three 'landlords' with his cards openly."

Dago remained expressionless, when this absurd analogy suddenly popped into his head.

However, he is indeed at a severe disadvantage in every aspect, and if he doesn't come up with a solution, he may be defeated in the next confrontation.

"call--"

A gentle breeze suddenly arose, and it seemed as if an invisible string in the void of the platform was being plucked once more.

Dago took a deep breath, and large gusts of dark blue frost surged from his body, summoning ice spells one after another.

Under the blessing of the Soul Seal [Multiple Prisms], all the summoned ice mages were "replicated" three times in a row, reaching a number four times the original.

A large amount of ice-based magical energy intertwined, forming a complex and magnificent dark "ice ring" around Dago's body.

Just as the "Frost Ring" spell was completed, Dago saw Michael gently raise the exquisite staff in his hand.

Following this, a terrifying energy pressure surged in the void, life energy and magic field intertwined, and a magnificent, almost tangible, pale gold magic sword was summoned.

Terrifying life energy and magical power rolled across the "greatsword," as if countless tiny sparks of electricity were dancing on its blade.

The tip of the magic greatsword was pointed directly at him, and Dago's brow twitched uncontrollably.

"Triple Dharma Domain Resonance!"

In terms of pure magical skill, this greatsword, while not reaching the level of "approaching the edge of the Miracle Domain," far surpasses the "Spear of Divine Punishment" that Gehrman once wielded.

Such a terrifying killing move would be the ultimate trump card in the hands of others, yet Michael used it with such ease.

At the same time, Dago felt a strange stinging pain in his vest.

Gale, standing in the distance, leaned slightly forward, his hands gripping a simple, black knight's lance.

Ancient white runes lit up one after another on the gun, extending all the way to the tip, condensing into a cluster of light even more dazzling than the midday sun, firmly locking onto Dago.

Caught between two attacks from both sides, an unspeakable sense of dread loomed over Dago like a dark cloud.

Dressed in aristocratic attire, Vickery held a black book that was now open, and with a smile on his face, he was softly reciting a long, difficult, and strange incantation.

Vast wisps of purplish-black mist, accompanied by a strong sense of foreboding, rose from the open pages of the book.

Three terrifying mental forces locked onto Dago tightly, and overlapping magical fields covered every corner of the void where he was located.

"Buzz—"

At some point, it was unclear whether it was the blade of Michael's magical greatsword that trembled, the lance in Gale's hand that vibrated, or the sound of the last syllable of the spell uttered by Vicky.

The three deadly threats erupted almost simultaneously.

In an instant, an overwhelming surge of energy was unleashed, as if three vast oceans were crushing the void, crashing down simultaneously with a thunderous roar.

The runic array light shield at the edge of the enormous fighting platform suddenly emitted an unprecedentedly strong protective light, and a terrifying energy storm was stirred up outside the shield.

The stone pillars around the platform, which had not yet completely collapsed, began to shake violently. The wizards who were watching the platform were all horrified and retreated frantically.

The residual energy from the outflow alone is so terrifying; it's unimaginable what the scene would be like at the center of the spell's power!

Dago was almost instantly overwhelmed by the three forces.

But in less than a breath's time, a bolt of dark lightning suddenly streaked across the sky.

Four tranquil, seven-colored torrents quietly converged, condensing into an incomparably deep black point at the very center of the platform, which instantly grew larger and larger.

When the black energy vortex, resembling the eye of a demon, reappeared before everyone's eyes, they all saw—from the bottom of the endless abyss that devoured and shattered everything, a tall and slender figure "emerged from the darkness".

With one percent despair and the perfect activation of the Winter Dragon bloodline, Dago's handsome, almost otherworldly face turned as pale as thin ice.

He held a huge, deep blue magical orb in one hand, its light restrained yet radiating an indescribable terrifying aura, and with a graceful movement, he lunged fiercely towards the direction of a person.

【The Endless Whirlpool of the Sea of ​​Despair】+【Winter Star in the Palm of Your Hand!】

Two trump cards, whose power was almost at the edge of "miracle," were used simultaneously. Even with the boost of the [Winter's Silence]'s super-strong mental recovery ability,

Within Dago's mental space, the six pale golden soul crystals were almost completely drained in an instant, their light dimming.

At this moment, he was extremely "weak," but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

Using the endless vortex of the Sea of ​​Despair as a shield, they withstood the combined attack of Michael and his two companions!

Using the "Winter Star in the Palm" as a spear, the target of the assassination is still the "weakest" of the three, Vickery!

If he can kill one of the three eliminated players, the pressure he faces will be greatly reduced.

However, when faced with Dago's "Winter Star Spear", Vicki merely narrowed his eyes, took two steps back, and quickly calmed down.

Vickery forcefully tore off a page from the black book in his hand. The edge of the torn page was as sharp as a dagger, and it sliced ​​off half of his right hand without any resistance.

Immediately following the torn pages, the severed hand and the blood flowing from the wound floated into the air.

Vickers called out a name in a low, enigmatic tone.

"Almighty, supreme, compassionate, and wise, eternal."

"The Unclean Mother!"