Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Under the terrifying pressure of a collapsing ocean, the heart had almost completely stopped beating.

The blood vessels, firmly embedded like nails on the heart valves, quietly shattered, and the fragments quickly merged into the body.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

In a daze, Dago felt as if he had returned to the dream he had experienced when he received the "Behelette" bloodline transplant—

The boundless snowfields and the raging blizzards create a world entirely of ice and snow.

He stood atop the steep, snow-covered peak, looked up, and saw the crimson sun and moon rising behind the hazy snow.

Those are His eyes.

Suddenly, a pair of "Crimson Suns" rapidly enlarged, and an ancient dragon head, even larger than a towering glacier, broke through layers of frost and silently approached Dago, watching him intently.

Compared to Him, Dago was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

But at this moment, Dago was unusually calm.

He stared at Him intently, seemingly having forgotten why he had come here.

After an unknown amount of time, Dago slowly reached out his hand.

My fingertips touched the snake scales on the dragon's forehead, which resembled the veins of an ancient glacier.

He saw a blood-red, intricately detailed rune pattern, as complex as a snowflake, growing on one of the dragon scales.

He gently stroked the pattern and spoke softly.

"It's so beautiful."

The next moment, snow and ice fell all over the world before my eyes.

Freeze, stop.

Then it began to rise.

Until it boils!

The vast ruins of the ancient fairy city on the hills were utterly silent.

The energy streams that had swirled in the sky like countless sunset clouds had dissipated at some point.

The entire sky was clear and bright like never before.

Michael's arrow seemed to have cleansed this land.

"it's over."

As the golden light slowly receded like a receding tide, someone murmured softly.

No one doubted the outcome of this battle.

The entire Miracle-tier set of magical artifacts, the astonishing tenth soul crystal, and the arrow powerful enough to pierce through the mist and destroy everything.

Michael's power is beyond what can be measured by conventional formal-rank combat strength standards.

Perhaps, as some have said, this so-called battle for prodigies is nothing more than a "game" for Michael, the chosen one from the Central Wizarding Empire.

All the top geniuses in the entire south combined... would be enough to make her even slightly "serious".

Many wizards in the south remained silent, lost in a strange mix of regret and complex emotions.

They witnessed firsthand the meteoric rise of a genius wizard named Dago Heca, a prodigy of their South.

He was about to embark on a bloody battle and obtain the inheritance when he was just one step away from completing it, but was ultimately suppressed by Michael.

To some extent, this was a huge setback for the southern wizarding community.

"If... if Dago Heca were given more time to reach the same level of mental strength as Michael, the outcome of this battle would be different."

Someone spoke reluctantly, but couldn't finish the sentence, and those around them just shook their heads.

In this world, there aren't that many "what ifs".

Regardless of the circumstances, the name Dago Heca is enough to be etched in Southern history and remembered by countless people for many years to come in this year's Wizards roster battle.

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Violet.

"You mean Dago? Is he still alive?"

Among the crowd, the members of the Thorn Ring stood silently, some turning to Violet with blank expressions, asking her a question.

The latter's eyes flickered with some inexplicable emotion, his lips were tightly pressed together, and he did not answer.

Despite the vast spatial distance, Violet could not see through the lingering magical energy ripples on the central platform.

But a voice inside him kept saying—how could someone like him die here!

"Dago should be alright."

From a position closer to the platform, Harvid spoke in a deep voice, comforting Barker beside him with a reassuring tone.

"I know about Michael's background. Although she is a princess of the Emerald Court of the Central Wizard Empire, she was born in the south."

His purpose in coming to the south was to recruit local geniuses to strengthen his own faction's power.

"Dago has performed well enough; Michael wouldn't be willing to kill him. If it were merely for the sake of inheritance, she had countless opportunities before."

At this point, Harved sighed softly and said in a low voice, "In the end, there was no suspense in this battle, but Dago has already proven himself. He is undoubtedly the top Wizards player of this year."

The members of the Gongjin Society around him all nodded in agreement, their faces showing genuine amazement and admiration.

Yes, the strongest inheritors of the three major wizarding powers in the south—Gail, Vicky, and Kolcrow—have almost all been defeated by Dargo.

If it weren't for Michael's appearance, Dago would have been the champion of this year, and a top performer whose strength far surpassed that of previous champions.

Michael is a "rule-breaker" and she will eventually leave the south and return to the Emerald Court in the center.

Once Michael leaves, all that will remain in the south will be the legend of Dago.

Hearing the soft sighs of Harvid and those around him, Barker, who had been quiet all along, turned his gaze to the empty space beside him.

He saw Gehrman, as well as Rufus, Kolcrow, and those he had once considered his targets or rivals.

"Dago Heca".

Barker murmured the name, a hint of daze appearing in his eyes.

Even now, Barker still finds it hard to believe that the person he once thought was always lagging behind him...

Suddenly, he transformed into a star in the sky, requiring him and those around him to look up at it.

On the Emerald Court side, the wizards of the Emerald Court were not surprised at all by the outcome of this battle.

Ginya, on the other hand, was visibly tense for a moment, but she quickly relaxed after a few whispered words from the silver-haired witch beside her, her eyes shifting from worry to a faint, complex expression.

Above all of them, Tracy yawned as she rose from the crimson cane that served as a swing rocking chair.

She squinted and stared in Michael's direction, rubbing her hands together as if she were ready to fight at any moment.

ended.

Almost everyone has this thought in their mind.

Michael's arrow brought this grand gathering to a complete end.

As the wizards awaited the final "closing" stages, they began to whisper among themselves about the upcoming grand event, the noise gradually growing louder.

Even the miracle-level wizards who had been hiding in the void and silently observing began to slowly reveal themselves, watching the final curtain fall of this once-in-a-century battle.

Amidst the commotion, a figure with gray hair and green eyes stood calmly with a smile on his lips.

"What an unforgettable experience!"

Lindis clapped his hands and sighed softly, "I haven't seen such a wonderful and interesting plot in hundreds of years."

A figure in black robes appeared silently behind him.

Then came the second, third, and fourth rounds.

As Lindis clapped and exclaimed, figures appeared behind him like ghosts.

A group of shadowy figures suddenly appeared in the crowd, yet strangely, they did not attract the attention of anyone nearby, as if they all existed in another independent dimension.

Suddenly, high above, the figure of an old woman in black robes seemed to sense something.

He abruptly lowered his head, casting a gaze as sharp as a bald eagle's.

The gaze finally settled on Lindis, who smiled and met its gaze.

With a rumbling sound, the space between the two seemed to be collapsing continuously.

"Doru, it's almost our turn to take the stage."

Lindis watched the old woman in black robes slowly rise, a smile gradually spreading across his lips, and asked softly, "Are you ready?"

Lindis raised one hand, about to bring it down forcefully under the gloomy and indifferent gaze of the old woman in black robes who was staring at him.

However, at that moment, a strange fluctuation suddenly caught their attention, and they both instinctively looked in the same direction.

The vast ruins of the ancient fairy city gradually entered an atmosphere of absolute silence, and the originally noisy and chaotic sounds somehow all disappeared.

The silence between heaven and earth was terrifying, as if all the air had stopped moving.

As if sensing something, everyone looked up at the same spot in the sky.

That's the sky directly above the central platform.

In the once clear blue sky, countless dark red lightning bolts, resembling tree branches or spider webs, suddenly appeared.

They were densely packed, almost taking up most of the sky.

The sky darkened rapidly, large swaths of dark clouds rolled in, and the temperature plummeted. The entire Fairy Ancient City ruins seemed to have instantly transitioned from late autumn to the dead of winter.

A touch of dark red slowly fell from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into countless points.

They were snowflakes, exquisitely beautiful, like ancient and complex works of art, but their color was dark red.

It was as if... it was soaked in blood.

Everyone looked up, staring blankly at the scene that was both mysterious and strangely beautiful, like countless lives withering away, completely forgetting to speak.

An indescribable sense of unease descended from the sky, enveloping the entire venue.

In this utterly frigid and desolate silence, a deep voice, seemingly composed of two interwoven tones, resounded throughout the heavens and earth—

"Michael, our battle is not over yet."

At that moment, everyone's eyes seemed to daze as if they saw—on the stage of this grand event that was about to come to an end.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands reached out and grabbed the curtain that was slowly hanging down on the stage, then ripped it open to both sides!