Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"A miracle?!"

"No, his primordial spirit hasn't even been formed, so how can his spiritual power be so vast and powerful?!"

The moment Dago released his suppressed mental energy field, it was as if a small sun had burst into bloom in the sky. The void above the silver metal platform collapsed, the light distorted, and countless people were shocked and horrified.

Even the seven miracle wizards of the Star School were moved about, their expressions slightly changing.

Judging solely from the quality of his mental power, the mental strength that Dago is currently displaying is almost on par with some newly awakened fourth-circle wizards.

"It's unbelievable that he clearly didn't enter the wizarding forbidden zone."

Faced with this overwhelming mental pressure, the expression on Zeflin's face, which had been full of confidence, froze instantly—

Before he could react, a rich golden color surged out from under Dago's robes and condensed into nine incredibly thick golden tentacles behind him.

Each tentacle is covered with a dense array of suckers, each sucker being a sharp gear that spins at high speed and drips golden magma downwards.

"Rip—"

The nine golden tentacles suddenly disappeared, and the terrifying golden shadow that had previously forced Zeflin back reappeared, this time with a full nine of them!

In Zeflin's vision, the sky before him was suddenly and silently sliced ​​into countless pieces, and a strange chill surged from his heart, making his scalp tingle instantly.

"Star cage! Pentagram cage!"

Zefrin barely had time to think; instinct drove him to rapidly chant a spell, his amethyst staff tracing a pentagram in the air—

Countless shimmering starlight beams shot out, tracing pentagram shapes. All the pentagrams combined, rapidly weaving a starlight cage around him that was many times more intricate and beautiful than before.

"boom!"

The defensive star cage that Zeflin had just built suddenly and without warning exploded the moment it took shape.

Nine golden tentacles, seemingly from an indescribable ancient being, wrapped around the collapsing pentagram cage layer by layer. The terrifying forces of heat and cutting contracted inward, shattering the void. The escaping energy shockwaves formed a terrifying gale on the platform, tearing everything apart.

Zeflin's face was deathly pale, like a falling meteor. Just before the star cage around him completely collapsed, a gem necklace around his neck floated up quickly and then exploded.

Zeflin's body was fully extended, and countless gaps the size of an infant's mouth suddenly appeared on the skin of his cheeks, neck, and limbs, each gap seemingly hiding a moving eyeball.

Countless beams of light shot out from these openings, and he almost became a pure source of light.

"Prime Minister of the Stars!"

Zefrin, whose features were obscured, roared, raising his amethyst staff with both dazzling hands. Countless starlight streams surrounding him converged, unleashing a vast and boundless magical domain—

It swiftly spread out those intertwined golden tentacles, condensing them into a giant phantom composed of countless bright points of light and lines.

Around the giant, a vast energy rippled outwards like water, each ripple reflecting a strange spectacle of twinkling stars. From an observer's perspective, it appeared as if a vast and brilliant starry sky was slowly unfolding.

The giant raised his hand to grab Dago, but Dago's face remained completely expressionless.

"[Golden Body]!"

A calm voice came from Dago's mouth, and more titanium surged out from under his robes. Accompanied by strange magical fluctuations, a large amount of titanium alloy was used to construct a shell with eight silver wings in front of Dago.

"Boom!"

The phantom of the cosmic giant slammed its palm down hard on the silver-winged body, creating large cracks—

But before Zeflin could feel even a moment of joy as he cast the spell, Dago had already reached out and gently touched his forehead with a finger.

"The Golden Head!"

"Buzz—"

In an instant, Dago seemed to transform into a giant vortex.

Countless golden ripples spread from his body, and from within them, an indescribable sound arose—a sound like the frantic grinding of rusted metal, the suppressed growl of an ancient beast, or the whispering of something unspeakable in his ear.

Zefrin was swept by the brass-colored ripples, and the brilliance surrounding him dimmed instantly. He almost immediately abandoned the amethyst staff in his hand, and suddenly hugged his head with both hands. The phantom of the star giant he summoned also became illusory and blurry.

"Gasat-Dal!"

Enveloped in eight silver wings, Dago calmly chanted in a low voice, uttering ancient words passed down from the Land of Gold.

In an instant, a brilliant light rose from the soles of Dago's feet, quickly dyeing the void where he stood into a dreamlike and enchanting golden color.

A huge, lion-like head appeared out of thin air and slowly merged with the silver body below, along with nine golden tentacles.

"Boom!"

As the golden hue between heaven and earth reached its most dazzling brilliance, a colossal and ancient mysterious body took complete shape—the head of an ancient barbarian lion, the body of an eight-winged eagle, and chainsaw-like whiskers.

Dago stood at the center of this enormous magical phantom, eight magnificent and dazzling golden wings unfurling behind him—

An indescribable and terrifying power was released outwards. In an instant, all the brilliance of starlight in the sky was extinguished, the phantom of the Star Giant collapsed, and Zefrin's body trembled violently before falling rapidly downwards like a falling star.

Everyone stared intently at Zefrin's falling figure, and at Dago, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, surrounded by golden light.

Zeflin, the genius wizard hailed as the most outstanding disciple of the Star School in five hundred years, capable of suppressing three tower masters of the Thorn Ring single-handedly, was defeated by Dago in just two exchanges.

We were suppressed from beginning to end; there was a huge gap in all aspects.

When news of Dago's victory in the Battle of Isidore reached the entire Thorn Ring, it was a moment of stunned silence. It was a long and enthusiastic celebration. All the wizards of the Silver Ring were shocked, amazed, and incredulous at Dago's power. The dazzling rumors, however, felt extremely unreal and unreal to many.

Now that Dago has returned, their dream has become reality, and they suddenly realize that Dago's power even exceeds the descriptions in the rumors!

At this moment, not only ordinary magic circle wizards, but also all the tower masters of the magic circle were so shocked that they were speechless for a short time.