Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The black aura surged like waves.

It was wrapped up with a gray short-tailed goat.

This little guy has an honest and cute appearance, but occasionally a sly glint flashes in his bright, dark eyes.

Brontë.

Brontë III.

Dago summoned it.

Brontë III's greatest skill was escaping and surviving in dire situations.

In such an extremely harsh environment, without a map, and with the need to find a way out as quickly as possible, this tool is perfectly suited for the task.

With Arahant's spiritual guidance, Dago was fairly confident.

Upon his arrival, Brontë III approached Dargo with great intimacy.

It rubbed its furry little head against his trouser leg repeatedly.

Dago took out some spare high-grade metal materials and fed them to it as food.

He gently stroked the metallic wool under its neck, trying to communicate with it in a simple way.

After he summoned Brontë III, Arajan in his mind unexpectedly fell silent.

Until Dargo "carefully" dispersed the aura that had protected Brontë III.

Watching it dart away so quickly, its small body seemed to thrive in the raging thunder and storm, unharmed.

Only then did Arajan slowly speak.

"A magnificent creation."

Dago paused for a moment.

This was the first time he had ever heard such generous praise from this arrogant ancient shaman.

Even though he broke the historical record of the Spirit Heart lineage by "reincarnating into a dream" for the first time, he did not receive much recognition from Arajan.

"Even in my time, there were very few wizards who could combine alchemy, forging, and metal magic so perfectly."

Arahan's tone held a hint of reverence. "Do you know who its creator is?"

The image of the "Gold Eater" flashed through Dago's mind.

He was certain that Arazan must have heard of the name "Sbiert," but he didn't say much.

"An ancient alchemist, whose real name I don't even know," Dago replied casually.

Arazan paused for a moment, then said softly, "You are much luckier than I expected."

"Lucky? Maybe."

Dago took a deep breath, and his bones popped like popping beans.

In his "Ancient Blue Demon Body" state, he strode forward, stepping on the scorched earth, following in the footsteps of Brontë III.

However, just one step out seemed to completely awaken this dead land!

The dense, destructive wind blades and raging lightning around him, like sharks smelling blood, surged toward him rapidly.

The scene was as if dozens, even hundreds, of high-level wind and electric wizards were simultaneously focusing their attacks on him!

Fortunately, this is only the outer perimeter, and the power of each individual spell is not too fatal.

Dago suddenly swung his arms and let out a wild growl!

The black aura surrounding him gathered wildly, condensing into a layer of heavy armor on his body that seemed to have black smoke and hellfire effects!

He didn't bother to dodge at all. His pure physical strength squeezed the air to the extreme, and his fists blasted out two invisible crescent-shaped destructive gusts of wind. In the most tyrannical manner, he smashed the large number of wind blades and lightning in front of him into dust!

Metal-based spells are particularly vulnerable to the ubiquitous electric currents within the Stormlands.

Therefore, he did not summon anything that used titanium as a weapon.

After a wave of elemental attacks was violently thwarted, the dissipated wind and electric energy particles surged outwards.

This quickly triggered a wider and more intense chain reaction.

What does it mean to have a ripple effect, like pulling one hair affecting the whole body?

What Dago is facing now is a true case of one small thing affecting the whole situation!

Countless thicker wind blades and frenzied lightning bolts swept in from all directions.

Dago's black hair flew wildly as he punched and parried like a war god, his sharp gaze piercing the storm as he looked ahead.

In the area where he was located, all the storms had been completely activated by him, the "intruder"!

Ahead, lightning struck like a torrential downpour.

Terrifying bolts of lightning tore through the earth, frantically chasing the shadow of a small, black goat that was running around blindly.

That was Brontë III, running wildly to escape.

Further away, even more destructive thunder and storms were brewing wildly in the void.

Dago even saw enormous, almost humanoid elemental life forms roaring out of the lightning maw!

This is an endless forest of deathly thorns, composed of storms and lightning!

What Dago is about to do is to carve out his own path to dominance in this garden of death with his bare hands!

"boom--!"

Black shockwaves exploded beneath our feet, creating spiderweb-like craters in the earth.

Dago completely released his restraints, his blood and qi burning like in a furnace, his body twisting and turning like an ancient ferocious dragon, charging forward fearlessly amidst a torrent of lightning.

Several deep purple energy tentacles suddenly shot out from the ground beneath, where the lightning plasma was flowing.

They swept towards his ankles with a nauseating aura of destruction.

Dago's face was cold, and he held his hand like a knife.

The black aura transformed into an indestructible blade, and with a backhand slash, he severed more than a dozen energy tendrils.

A burst of dazzling lightning erupted from the wound.

Above their heads, a thick, twisted whip of lightning lashed down like a venomous python.

The light whip lashed hard across Dago's back, shattering a small piece of his armor and leaving charred, stinging welts on his steel-hard skin.

There were also countless wind blades and tides, like a swarm of man-eating sharks, surging in from all directions.

The air was filled with a tearing force that seemed intent on slowly slicing him apart.

The cursed wind howled shrilly, as if a thousand ghosts were demanding his life, constantly pounding against Dago's eardrums.

With every step Dago takes forward, he suffers endless elemental strangulation from all directions.

But he did not back down at all; instead, he entered the state of "winter stillness" very naturally.

My mind was completely calm, like an unmelting glacier.

He devoted his entire being—body, soul, and spirit—to this frenzied battle against the might of Heaven.

He attempted to control his aura more precisely, employing ever-changing defenses and counterattacks to cope with the rapidly changing battle situation.

The subtle control over mental energy brought about by the 【Primordial Star Meditation Method】 makes it possible to achieve all of this perfectly.

This was a transformative process that led to the radical optimization and refinement of Dago's melee combat system.

On the character panel deep within his retina, the progress value of [Basic Swordsmanship] was jumping and soaring wildly almost every short period of time!

Dago waded across the scalding lake of thunderous lava and shattered the invisible barrier formed by the raging winds with a single punch.

He forcefully tore apart the dense forest of death formed by the lightning whips, allowing the "killer bee swarm" of wind blades that dwelled there to cut sparks from his body.

Before leaving the south, the large quantity of high-level healing potions purchased at great expense from the Mystic Energy Workshop proved to be life-saving at this moment.

He poured bottle after bottle of precious medicine down his throat as if it were water, biting the bottle necks off directly.

The potent medicinal power frantically replenished the life orb's continuous depletion.

Under this overwhelming and despairing elemental frenzy, even the incomparably powerful "Ancient Blue Demon Body" was inevitably reduced to a bloody mess.

Dago was constantly being torn apart, yet under the influence of the medicine, he was rapidly healing.

But he didn't cry out in pain; instead, his eyes grew brighter and his punches became heavier.

He was like a tireless meat grinder, battling against the entire world. His blood was evaporated by lightning before it even hit the ground, but his forward charge never faltered for even a second!

He felt as if he were fighting an invisible army that could never be defeated.

The opponent gave him no chance to breathe, launching wave after wave of attacks like a tsunami.

At first, he would also be distracted by opening the character panel to check the impressive growth rate of "Elemental Resonance".

But later on, he completely forgot about the panel and the pain.

The only thought left in his mind was: fight, tear everything in front of him apart, move forward, and fight his way through this hell!

I don't know how much time has passed.

The suffocating pressure that had been rolling in like a tsunami suddenly eased.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Dago was breathing heavily, and his exhalations even ignited sparks in the air.

He then realized that he had somehow managed to fight his way through the storm-swept forest and was almost catching up with Brontë III.

This little guy looked much more composed than him; even his fur wasn't messy.

At this moment, it was standing on the edge of a rock wall that had been completely crystallized by lightning, gazing in a certain direction ahead.

Its usual carefree demeanor now seemed somewhat timid and hesitant.