Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Layer upon layer of frost surged in the void.

The frozen blades sliced ​​through the air, emitting a piercing shriek.

Despair spread like ink dripping into clear water, and the spinning ice ball resembled a black hole swallowing light.

A network of ice mountains, resembling the aurora borealis of the North, stretches across the sky, transforming the arena into an ancient ice plain.

The three dual resonance domains squeezed and merged wildly.

A phantom of an ancient frost overlord, exuding ferocity and dominance, slowly emerged.

Dago trudged through the black and blue frost and snow, each step freezing the space with spiderweb-like cracks.

The enormous head of the winter dragon rose up behind him, obscuring the light from the dome.

The dragon's eyes, as deep as an abyss, quietly opened in the deathly silence.

"boom!"

Two deep blue beams of magical light pierced through the heavens and earth without any warning.

The Fusion of the Three Laws - [The Death Gaze of the Desperate Winter Dragon]!

Wherever the beam of light passed, matter disintegrated into the most primitive ice crystal particles.

This power has already surpassed the limits of the conventional triple-domain resonance.

Dago was in better shape than ever before; his soul was burning and his will was as strong as steel.

He wielded this devastating power with the ease of waving an arm.

Two beams of aurora, carrying suffocating despair and extreme cold, slammed into the spot where Michael stood.

Golden light surged.

The golden light protecting Michael seemed to have a life of its own, intertwining layer upon layer, fiercely resisting the erosion of the blue light.

At the center of energy annihilation, the void is distorted, and light and shadow are disordered.

Just as the two forces were locked in a stalemate.

A ghostly figure tore through the energy storm.

Dago appeared.

He was like a ferocious beast that had burst forth from hell, with the black runes of the [Cold Element] physical seal writhing wildly on his skin.

A vast, powerful force surged through his veins; every cell roared, and every tendon was taut like a bowstring.

"call--"

The heavy breathing drowned out the burst of energy.

Dago's imposing body pulled back, his entire being resembling a fully drawn divine bow.

On his right fist, the power of runes was compressed to an extreme degree, transforming into clusters of pulsating black demonic flames.

The force of the punch has been gathered to its peak.

The air was compressed to its limit, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

however.

Just as this punch was about to be thrown.

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Michael's body.

Dago's pupils suddenly contracted.

In his perception, Michael's life energy was surging exponentially, like a volcanic eruption.

ten times?

Twenty times?

No, that's a chasm that completely crosses the boundaries of species!

This is not the level of life strength that humans should have!

Dago's brow twitched violently; the arrow was on the bowstring, ready to be released.

His right fist, imbued with the force to split mountains and cleave seas, slammed fiercely towards the source of that immense energy.

The torrent of magic from the fusion of the three domains was instantly dispersed, turning into countless crystal fragments.

This punch felt as if it had struck a wall of sighs.

"Click—"

The crisp sound of finger bones breaking was clearly audible.

The immense recoil force traveled along his arm, causing Dago's body to shudder violently, and he was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

Frost and snow danced in the air, obscuring the view.

Dago's feet plowed through the ground, carving two deep furrows, before he finally came to a stop.

He suddenly looked up and stared intently ahead.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Michael's figure appeared.

The once elegant witch's long dress has disappeared.

Instead, there was a set of extremely luxurious golden armor that was almost too dazzling to look at.

The exquisite openwork patterns seem to contain some profound truths about the universe.

Countless tangible golden rays flowed across the armor plates, outlining one illusory and complex mysterious pattern after another.

On her forehead, there was a wreath that looked like it was woven from golden olive leaves.

The golden rune on his forehead was fully highlighted, blending seamlessly with the wreath, exuding an ancient and noble majesty.

At this moment, Michael was no longer a wizard of the mortal world.

She was like a Valkyrie straight out of a mythological epic, exuding a terrifying aura that seemed to approach "miracle" with every gesture.

That boundless and vast life energy originates from the blessing of this armor.

Dago was stunned.

"A magical artifact... a miraculous magical artifact..."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse, "A set of miraculous magical artifacts?"

Michael hovered in the air, his lake-green eyes calm as still water, offering no reply.

But this silence is the most deafening answer.

The area outside was deathly silent.

Countless southern wizarding geniuses turned ashen-faced, their eyes filled with despair.

Dago's combat power was greatly increased by the second-tier magic item set [Eternal Night Frost Mark] given to him by Avery.

But in front of...

It's a complete set!

A set entirely composed of Miracle-tier magical artifacts!

This is not just a difference in equipment.

This is a crushing defeat due to superior foundation.

This is the insurmountable barrier of resources between the southern and central wizarding worlds.

A single miraculous artifact is enough to suppress a powerful force.

And she was wearing a complete outfit.

"call……"

Dago slowly exhaled a breath of stale air mixed with ice crystals.

Shocking?

fear?

No.

In his eyes, an even more frenzied flame ignited.

This is the cruel truth of the wizarding world.

There has never been fairness on the path to truth.

"Even with a Miracle-tier set of magical artifacts, how much of its power can you, as a formal wizard, unleash?"

Dago narrowed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the shock in his mind.

He extended his fingers, which had thick knuckles and long, narrow nails like those of a demon.

Fingertips slowly traced through the air, leaving behind trails of black ink.

The aura of the Dharma Domain surged forth, rising straight into the sky like smoke from a wolf's beacon.

One after another, high-level ice spells were forcibly summoned.

He took a step forward.

The void beneath their feet froze instantly, spreading out intricate frost-like runes.

Under his forceful control, the auras of the four extraordinary domains began to merge wildly.

Frost gathers and ice gathers, and cold currents freeze.

The illusory head of the Despairing Winter Dragon solidified from its blurry state, its scales chilling and lifelike.

Dago spread his arms as if to embrace the swirling snow.

The enormous shadow of his soul merged with the magical ice dragon behind him, making him appear like an ice demon god descended to earth.

Dark frost flooded most of the platform like a tide, making even the spatial structure extremely fragile.

And opposite him.

Michael was bathed in golden light, like the warm spring sun, and was impervious to all magic.

"【Desperate Winter Dragon】".

Dago raised his hand and pointed at the golden statue from a distance.

"Click click click—"

A sickening cracking sound exploded deep in his mind.

That was the mournful cry of the soul imprint that carried the [Multiple Prisms] within the spiritual space, as it could no longer bear the terrifying burden.

The soul trembled, the spirit was torn apart.

But Dago remained expressionless.

When the cracking sound reached the critical point.

His finger finally fell.

"[Devouring Bite]!"

"boom--!!!"

The world changed color.

The dark blue frost that was spreading across the platform suddenly increased several times in size, turning into a tsunami that blotted out the sky.

Despairing Winter Dragon opened its massive maw, large enough to devour the sun and moon.

Several dark blue bolts of lightning crashed down from the sky.

In the void, a magical aura that was infinitely close to "miracle" was extremely dense.

All the onlookers trembled before this destructive force.

This is a huge gamble for Dago.

The miraculous secret technique of forcibly replicating the fusion of the four domains using the [Multiple Prisms]!

What they gained in return was an unprecedentedly glorious victory!

The desperate dragon's head snapped down, and the whole world seemed to be reduced to just one color.

A dark blue torrent surged wildly, washing over Michael's golden domain.

however.

Faced with this blow that could destroy a city and a country.

Michael merely waved his staff casually.

Like shooing away an annoying fly.

hum!

Countless golden threads wove together in the void, instantly forming a golden barrier that stretched to the heavens and the earth.

"Boom boom boom!"

The dragon's head slammed wildly against the golden light barrier.

The aftershocks of energy swept across the arena like a nuclear explosion, causing the protective shield of the arena to twist violently and groan under the strain.

In this earth-shattering collision...

Dago disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was standing on the boundary between life and death, where dark blue and golden light intertwined.

His eyes blazed like torches, burning with a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve.

"Freeze!"

Words become law.

The power of spatial stagnation was released with a roar.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The churning energy, the flying debris, even the light were frozen in time.

Winter Mirror!

In this still painting, only D'Ago is in motion.

The runes of the physical body's magic seal, [Icy Element], burned wildly with black light.

Above his arms, the azure blue [Ice Flame - Freeze-Freeze] blazed fiercely.

He transformed into a human-shaped blade and ruthlessly crashed into Michael's sacred domain.

Tear!

A hole was forcibly torn in the golden magical barrier.

Nearly.

closer.

The [Ice Flame - Freeze-Dissolve] in his hand compressed rapidly, collapsing from a flame state to a flowing liquid state, and finally condensing into a solid crystal as blue as a diamond.

This is the ultimate destructive power.

Dago struck a punching pose.

The target—Michael's golden rune, symbolizing holiness and nobility.

He broke through the force field surrounding Michael layer by layer.

The solid crystals attached to the arm melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The azure light grew thinner and thinner.

Next up is the black rune of the [Cold Element].

five meters.

The black light on the fist began to dissipate.

Dargo's arms revealed their original form, with bulging veins and bulging muscles, and the dragon scale-like patterns crumbled under the pressure.

Four meters.

The rune for the [Cold Element] was completely extinguished.

Pure flesh, facing the oppressive force of the miraculous artifact.

"Click—"

three meters.

The skin cracked and split open, and the blood vessels burst.

An invisible force field, like countless tiny blades, relentlessly sliced ​​through his flesh.

The blood evaporated as soon as it flowed out.

Two meters.

one meter.

The skin and flesh have been completely eroded away.

Only dark red veins remained, entwined around the stark white bones, conveying a sense of tragic, unyielding devastation.

Dago seemed to have lost the ability to feel pain.

His long hair danced wildly, and on his face, which was as hard as rock, there was only an extreme desire for victory.

The fist, now reduced to mere bones, slammed heavily into Michael's forehead.

The multi-prism technique cannot be bypassed.

The fusion of the four domains was blocked.

The power of despair was suppressed.

This is his only chance.

The only chance to defeat this "goddess" who is adorned with miracles and stands high above.

Since magic cannot reach it, then let's use this battered and bruised body to knock on the door of victory!

put all one's eggs in one basket!

A desperate strike!

The fist was only millimeters away from the golden olive leaf.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

Michael, who should have been firmly imprisoned by the [Winter Mirror]...

Moved.

She slowly raised her head.

Her movements were elegant and composed, as if she were not on a battlefield where life and death hung in the balance, but rather gently smelling roses in a garden.

Those lake-green eyes remained as calm as ever, without a trace of emotion.

It's like watching a mayfly trying its best to shake a big tree.

next moment.

Deep within her pupils shone an intensely dazzling light, so bright it was impossible to look directly at her.