Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago took a deep breath, recalling his actions just now—

The underlying rune logic of the "Master-Servant Contract" is essentially a kind of soul-level damage grafting and causal deception.

Using this "rule," he stripped away the boiling will in his spiritual sea and forcibly guided it along the chain of the contract to the great ice serpent lurking in the frozen lake, making it bear half of the backlash from "Beheilite's" will.

The reason why "Beheilite's" will completely retreated from his body at this moment was due to the extremely cold and rational instinctive calculation of this ancient overlord.

Imagine facing a "weak" human body with depleted carrying capacity and low magical affinity, versus a serpent body with pure ancient ice serpent blood and extremely high magical talent. How would "Beheilite" choose?

The predator, being a superior predator, naturally sees the latter as a hundred times better than the former in terms of "possession body".

Dago essentially "sacrificed" the soul and body of the Great Ice Serpent, precisely timing his resurrection at its most desperate moment, in exchange for a sliver of "breathing room" for himself.

This respite is only temporary.

"The soul imprint of the master-servant contract cannot be erased unilaterally. Sooner or later, the resurrected 'Beheilite' will find me again along this anchor point."

If I cannot completely eradicate it at the level of mental power and rules, the best outcome will be nothing more than having my consciousness erased and becoming a "servant" of "Behelit."

The destructive will of the ancient overlord, the Desperate Winter Dragon, combined with the pure bloodline of the ancient Great Ice Serpent.

The two intertwined and mutated, and who knows what kind of monster, defying the truth, would be created on this continent.

Therefore, D'Ago said that this method was merely a tactical compromise of "drinking poison to quench thirst."

"His will has just been restored, and he has just completed the possession of the body. The rejection reaction of the soul and the body is at its peak."

Taking advantage of its weakness, we should nip it in the bud. At this moment, Behemoth is undoubtedly at its weakest, and now is the best time to resolve this big problem.

Dago's eyes flickered slightly, and his mental tendrils probed into the depths of his consciousness to sense the soul imprint between his body and the Great Ice Serpent. However, he found that the other end of the mental connection was in a strange state of collapse, and the connection had become blurred and difficult to grasp.

He followed his memory straight to the wild lake where the giant ice serpent had been lying dormant. The biting cold wind cut his face like a knife. When he arrived, all he saw was a desolate scene of death and ruin after the laws of ice and snow had completely run rampant.

"They ran away?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Dago's eyes.

Logically speaking, he should be the one running away like a stray dog.

However, if we re-examine the whole situation using the wizard's rigorous logic, he only needs to worry about being devoured or enslaved by "Behelet". But as an ancient overlord, "Behelet" has many more things to consider after its "resurrection" and the backlash from the rules and the rejection from the plane.

An enemy from ancient times, a nemesis slumbering underground.

Who knows if some terrifying beings who were once on the same level as "He" and are extremely sensitive to the aura of the past will follow the "scent" of the magical ripples and cross space to find him.

Cunning and forbearance are also part of the hunting instincts of cold-blooded snakes.

"It is estimated that before absorbing the world's rules and recovering to a certain level of strength, 'Beheilite' will definitely not easily appear in the prime material plane."

This "breathing space" is more abundant than expected.

But is this good news for Dago?

"The longer the timeline is stretched, the more Behelit's strength recovers. One day, the calamity that will eventually fall on my head along the soul anchor will also increase exponentially, becoming larger and more unstoppable."

Dago's face darkened, and his fingers clenched tightly.

Faced with overwhelming strength, he had no way to solve the problem once and for all, and could only wait quietly like a death row inmate for the day of "judgment" to arrive.

Before that, the only way to survive is to plunder resources by any means necessary, analyze the truth, and do everything in one's power to strengthen one's life level.

Let's take it one step at a time.

Dago wrapped his protective robe tighter around himself, concealing the leakage of his spiritual energy fluctuations, and with a deep gaze, he quickly left in one direction.

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The ruins of the ancient fairy city.

The spatial barrier was torn apart by high-energy magic, and the entire world seemed to be in chaos, like a pot of boiling elemental porridge.

The deafening roar of the energy-converting spells was deafening, and multicolored beams of destruction intertwined to form a net. Countless low-level wizards fled in all directions like headless flies, their shrill screams swallowed by the explosions. Almost every minute, a wizard would run out of defensive shields and fall from the sky.

Somewhere in this chaotic situation devoid of reason, Ang's body was half-hidden in a distorted void layer, isolated from all sound, light, and energy impacts.

He surveyed the carnage before him from his elevated position, his pupils reflecting the flickering flames of dying lives, his face displaying undisguised enjoyment and ecstasy.

Suddenly, a barely perceptible ripple appeared in the previously calm void, and a tall, slender figure silently materialized before him.

His impeccably tailored and luxurious defensive attire was spotless. He stood tall and slender, holding a black book that emitted an eerie aura. He exuded an air of mysterious elegance, like that of a noble scholar, yet also a dangerous presence.

It was Vickers from the Chaos Secret Society.

Neither Ang, who was observing coldly, nor Vich, who had just broken through space, appeared when they joined forces to attack the rune array. They were like the most patient vipers lurking in the darkness.

"What are you still doing standing here?"

Vickers' expression was cold, his icy gaze piercing through the void barrier as he stared at Ang and spoke coldly, his tone carrying the questioning tone of a superior.

A familiar yet wary magical magnetic field permeated the two of them, like old acquaintances with long-standing grudges. If anyone else were to witness this scene, they would likely be quite astonished.

"You and that guy named Dago Heca have known each other for a long time, haven't you?"

"His mental frequency is extremely unique. He is one of the perfect experimental subjects that Lord Lindis specifically requested to capture. In the current chaos, only you have his beacon on you, so you have the means to find him."

Vickery slightly turned the pages of the black book in his hand and spoke to Ang in an unquestionable, commanding tone.

Ang merely glanced at him indifferently, his eyes devoid of any emotion, before shifting his gaze back to the collapsing wizard battlefield below, adopting an arrogant attitude that completely blocked out external noise and showed no interest in paying attention.

Vickers' face instantly darkened, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched slightly with anger.

"The previous Shuoyue is completely wiped out, leaving not even ashes. No one in the organization will back you up anymore..."

"Don't forget, who gave you that half of the Fallen Raven's heart inside you..."

Vickers' eyes were icy cold, a half-smile playing on his lips as he spoke with an air of condescension and threat: "If Lord Lindis knew you were facing a mission with this kind of negative attitude, what do you think...?"

"It's so noisy."

Before Vicki could finish speaking, thinking he had the upper hand, he was abruptly interrupted by Ang's flat, monotone remark.

The scales of power tipped instantly during the verbal exchange. He snorted coldly, his mental energy surging, and he was about to open the black book to exert more tangible pressure when…

But then Ang casually raised his right hand, his five fingers seemingly piercing through the surface of water, and half of his arm gently disappeared into the void before him.

In an instant, the originally stable void structure between the two suddenly shifted, as if a massive, extremely dense, dark purple wing had silently swept across another dimension.

Vickers's expression changed drastically. His dangerous intuition as a high-level wizard made him instinctively retreat, his fingers exerting force as he tried to open the black book in his hand to activate the magical defense.

However, the air around him instantly solidified like steel, and all his movements and mental energy circulation completely stopped.

"Uh...uh..."

A hoarse, gurgling sound escaped from Vicki's throat as he looked down with disbelief, staring wide-eyed at a slender, pale hand with distinct knuckles.

It completely ignored the laws of physics and his defensive force field, and "grew" out from the inside of his chest.

Between those bloodied and mangled fingers, a blood-soaked, still-beating heart, radiating an eerie vitality, was still tightly clenched.

His heart.

"This is definitely not the power of the ancient fallen raven..."

Vickery looked up blankly, his pupils unfocused, staring at Ang, who still maintained his elegant posture. His lips moved as he murmured something.

"You are not Ang at all."

"Who exactly are you?"

"You clearly possess such overwhelming strength... so why... did you deliberately lose to Dago during the bloody battle...?"

The last few words, filled with extreme confusion and resentment, were left unsaid. The hand that had pierced through Viktor's chest suddenly tightened, then quietly retracted and disappeared into the void.

As the hand cruelly retracted, the essence of flesh and blood that maintained Vicki's body, including the soul struggling in his mental space, seemed to be completely absorbed by this hand.

Without his core support, he was like a piece of white paper instantly burned through by high-temperature flames. With a gentle breeze, his once proud body was completely reduced to a cloud of black ashes and scattered away in the wind, disappearing into nothingness.

Wherever it stood, only a black book, now devoid of its owner's spiritual connection, remained, its light dimmed, floating forlornly in mid-air.

Ang pulled the bloodstained hand out of the vanished void.

Facing the beating heart at his fingertips, he did not cast any extraction spells. Instead, like sucking the juice of a plump and delicious fruit, he opened his mouth and slowly and greedily consumed the blood, flesh, and energy of the entire heart.

Adam's apple bobbed, indicating that the meal was finished.

Finally, she pulled out a clean, white silk handkerchief from the void rift and slowly and elegantly wiped the bloodstains from her palms and the corners of her mouth.

"Some prey is like overripe fruit; if it is not picked in time, the essence of life will slowly rot in meaningless internal friction."

Some fruits, however, are far from reaching the standard of full maturity; their essence is not yet rich enough. Forcibly devouring them now is not the best time to savor them…

"How could you, someone who only knows how to bully others by taking advantage of their position, possibly understand this basic principle of predation?"

Ang seemed to be giving a final explanation of knowledge to Vich, who was already dead and whose soul had even turned into nourishment.

With a casual wave of his hand, the black book, suspended in mid-air, obediently flew into his hand under the pull of magic.

He flipped through the pages, casually glancing at a couple of pages containing the sorcery models. Ang gave a bored sneer and tossed them into his spatial ring as if they were trash.

He looked up, his unfathomable eyes surveying the devastated battlefield.

He uttered a monologue devoid of any emotion.

"The soul fragments left behind in the southern part of the Upper Ring Continent have been collected. The first act of the script has ended, and it's time to leave."

He locked onto a spatial coordinate, took a small step, but suddenly stopped a second later, his steps stiffening.

His brows furrowed tightly as he vigorously rubbed his temples, as if a fierce battle for territory was taking place in his mental space.

"Those who have lost control and are truly dead should lie obediently in the soil of memory, letting their remaining consciousness and bodies decay and quietly become nourishment for those who come after them."

"Constantly resisting, what an annoying old man."

With the soul suppression complete, Ang quickly relaxed, his coldness and violence once again suppressed.

Finally, he gazed intently in the direction Dago had left, as if surveying his most satisfying prey, before smiling and melting into a thick shadow.