Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Voodoo cult.

Dago searched his memory for the names of the major wizarding factions in the southern wizarding world, but found no recollection of "Voodoo Cult".

It's likely just a small wizarding force, not on the list Costie had given him.

At this moment, the cold-faced man with black markings had already engaged in combat with the voodoo cult wizard.

The former is only at the late stage of level two, and theoretically should not be a match for the other party at all.

But the cold-faced man with black markings abruptly tore off his black robe, revealing a strange black armor covered in curved spikes. Then, the black markings on his face seemed to writhe as if alive, growing blood vessels that outlined various strange patterns on the armor.

The moment the two met, the cold-faced man was immediately at a disadvantage, but relying on his magical armor, he managed to withstand the attack of the third-circle Voodoo sorcerer.

What followed became increasingly bizarre. As the battle progressed, the cold-faced man's strength rapidly increased, gradually turning the tide of the battle.

"What kind of magical artifact set is this?"

Dago was somewhat surprised. He could clearly sense that the cold-faced man's continuously increasing strength came entirely from the armor he wore. This armor seemed to possess a strange magical power that allowed it to absorb opponents and strengthen itself.

Using the Eye of Truth, he observed various grayish-black substances being absorbed by the armor of the Voodoo Cult's third-ring wizard, continuously being converted into energy. Strangely, the Voodoo Cult's third-ring wizard seemed to be unaffected by the absorbed substances.

"The peso can hold out for a while."

At this moment, Beatrice spoke up urgently, "I have another magical airship. We're not far from land. Damian, Molly, do you want to come with me?"

"If the Voodoo Cult catches up with us, it will be a real problem."

Beatrice held Tracy's hand tightly, and with a flick of her wrist, the spatial ring on her hand flashed, and a beautifully designed magical airship immediately appeared before them.

She kept urging Dago and the other man to get on the boat together, but Dago remained unmoved, only glancing at her indifferently.

Whether Beatrice is stupid or wicked, her pursuers are coming. At this moment, the farther away others are from her, the safer they will be.

The sudden outbreak of the three-ring battle caused a stir among the people on the ship. The young wizard apprentices who were barbecuing on the deck had probably never seen a wizard battle of this magnitude before.

Curiosity overcame fear, and not a single person retreated back to the cabin. Instead, they all stood in front of the railing, peering intently ahead.

The crew on board reacted quickly and began to maneuver the ship around, and the ship's speed noticeably increased.

"Boom!"

With a sudden, inexplicable collapse, the entire spaceship sank a bit. The protective energy shield erected on the outside of the ship was squeezed by an invisible force, like a giant bubble, and suddenly caved in before bursting open.

A powerful spiritual force quietly descended upon the ship, causing the entire spaceship to freeze. Everyone on board instantly felt as if something was tightly choking them, and the air became incredibly thick.

Some people looked up in alarm and found a figure in fluttering robes standing above them.

It completely replaced the original position of the sun, emanating an unparalleled and terrifying aura. With just the force field it released, it directly and firmly fixed the entire magic spaceship in place.

A third-ring wizard?!

Someone screamed in alarm.

"It's over."

On the deck, Beatrice saw the figure appear, her pretty face turned pale, and she almost collapsed to the ground on the spot.

Not far away, a roar came from the air. A cold-looking man wearing black armor, who was fighting another Voodoo Cult third-circle wizard, suddenly burst out with a wave of energy and broke away from the battle to rush over here.

"Jasmine, Dago, it's my fault that you've been dragged into this. The Voodoo Cult won't let you off easily; they're all cold-blooded executioners."

Beatrice mumbled to herself, probably not even knowing what she was saying.

Tracy gave her a sympathetic look, then turned her gaze to Dago.

"You actually plead for someone else?"

Dargo looked at her in surprise, while Tracy gave a blank, snorting sound.

Dago shook his head, then leaped up, appearing at the same height as the Voodoo Cult third-ring wizard in front of him in the blink of an eye.

This was a pale-faced man with wrinkles all over his face. He had a cold and sinister aura, and his eyes were strangely devoid of pupils, consisting only of whites.

He was slightly surprised that Dago had broken through his mental field so easily. He frowned and then said coldly, "It's none of your business, young man. You'd better think about the consequences before you make a move."

Dago didn't even bother to say a word of nonsense to him.

Within the mental space, the seven soul crystals suddenly glowed, and a pale golden mental field emanated from them, instantly tearing apart the surrounding mental field belonging to a third-circle Voodoo wizard.

"Middle stage of the third ring?!"

The latter sensed the aura emanating from Dago and his expression changed instantly; his gray lips began to move rapidly.

Dago raised his hand with a nonchalant expression, and a mass of metal, slightly reddish in its darkness, sprang out from under his robes like a living thing. A red-haired girl below saw this and her eyelids twitched violently.

Accompanied by a unique magical rhythm, titanium solidified in the void into the shape of octopus tentacles, instantly tearing through the void and hurtling towards the voodoo cult wizard in front of him.

The Golden Touch!

This was the first time Dago had cast a proper third-order spell since he had been promoted to a third-circle wizard.

There were no additional methods, just the simplest spell attack.

The jet-black, gold-flecked metal tentacles shattered the surrounding void with a deafening roar, striking the opposing wizard squarely.

"Bang!"

The sound of something violently exploding.

With a shrill scream, a figure darted out from the center of the spell's power, not daring to look at Dago again, and fled in a panic in one direction.

Dago was taken aback, even he himself was somewhat surprised by the outcome of the battle.

"The Golden Law!"

Within the spiritual space, the soul seal contained within a certain soul crystal quietly shone.

In an instant, the seven or eight octopus tentacles waving around Dago quietly transformed from pitch black into a dazzling golden yellow, and the tentacles themselves suddenly expanded several times.

Each metal tentacle is covered with rapidly rotating saw teeth, releasing a scorching and terrifying aura, like a high-temperature golden chainsaw operating at its limit. It seems that hot, thick golden magma is dripping down from the chainsaw, scorching through the void!

"Rip—"

With a slight thought, Dago caused one of his tentacles to disappear, leaving a clear golden trail in the air.

The Voodoo Cult Third Ring Wizard, who was frantically fleeing in the distance, seemed to sense something. He pulled out various magical artifacts from his robes and shouted loudly, as if begging for mercy.

However, before he could finish speaking, he was struck by a blurry golden shadow!

"Bang!"

A small cloud of bloody mist exploded in the sky, and a blurry phantom of a soul was about to fly out when it was completely torn apart by the raging energy in the next second.

As the blood-stained golden tentacles silently retracted to Dago's side, the battlefield fell eerily quiet.

The stern-faced man and the other third-circle Voodoo wizard, who were chasing after the magic ship one after the other, both stopped and stared blankly at Dago.

On the magical airship, the apprentices and crew members, who were in a state of panic, were all stunned.

Including Beatrice, who had previously looked utterly desperate.

The only one who seemed completely unresponsive was probably Tracy.

Even Dago himself had a rather strange expression on his face at that moment.

He gently caught the spatial ring belonging to the deceased third-ring Voodoo wizard, which had been pulled back by his mental energy, and looked at its magnificent and splendid golden chain-saw tentacles, which resembled the limbs of some unspeakable monster from mythology.

Involuntarily, I recalled the indescribable, enormous, and dazzling golden phantom I had seen when I gazed upon the Golden Kingdom of the Gold Eaters.

He knew that the spells passed down from Melville's "Gold Eater" [Golden Law] were quite powerful, far exceeding ordinary third-circle spells.

But I never expected that just the [Golden Touch], with only the Transformation level of proficiency, would have such great power after being empowered by the [Golden Law]!

Three-ring wizards of the same level and realm, having exhausted all their means,

He killed him with two blows.