Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"You'd better believe what you're saying yourself."

Alazan hummed softly in his mind.

He and Dago are twins in one body, and with the existence of that domineering "master-servant contract," if Dago, the host, plays with fire and dies, he too must be completely annihilated.

Dago was unwilling to argue with Arazan any further about this pointless issue.

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze sharp as he asked, "Have you found the exact location of the exit?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at Brontë III, who was lying obediently in his arms, munching on metal scraps.

"I think I've narrowed it down."

Arajan's tone didn't lighten at all; instead, it grew even heavier. "But if you want to reach that exit, there's no way around it."

"Because that location is right under the nose of the Storm Spirit entrenched in the very center!"

"I never intended to go around it in the first place."

Dargo casually released Brontë III, stood up, and a chilling calm emanated from his gaunt face.

He took two steps to the cave entrance, his right arm muscles bulging, and raised his hand to smash the rock wall in front of him.

He had rested and was ready to charge into that hellish place once again.

The crystallized stone wall can only deceive people for a very short time by blocking their aura.

Soon, those tireless elemental life forms will once again swarm towards the scent of "living people," a hard-won rule that Dago has learned through months of frenzied battles.

"etc!"

Arazan suddenly stopped him, his tone unusually serious, even carrying a hint of warning.

"Shouldn't you also show me what your trump card is for dealing with that ancient storm spirit?"

"That's a Storm Lord about to advance to the seventh ring! This is no joke! It could tear you apart more easily than crushing a snowflake; a single glance from it would melt you into a gaseous state!"

Dago stopped his punch just as it was about to be unleashed.

After a brief silence, he slowly opened his rough palm.

In the center of his palm, a pale, ancient finger bone, bearing the marks of time, was prominently displayed.

This finger bone was supposed to have three sections, but the very tip of the finger has disappeared. It was the mysterious finger bone that Evaque had given him back in the south.

A delicate golden ladybug emerged from the void and gently landed on the finger bone.

It crawled up and down, sensing the surroundings for a while, and then, in Dago's mind, he heard Arazana's soft sigh, filled with complex emotions.

"It's Nash's finger bone... If you had it, you could indeed avoid being sensed."

Dago's expression shifted slightly, catching the information in the words: "You know the owner of this finger bone?"

"Um."

Arajan spoke slowly in an extremely ethereal, reminiscent tone: "That was the leader of the Shadowlee Academy."

"He spent his whole life searching for peace and tranquility, but he was never able to truly escape the vortex of conflict. After his death, even his bones were cruelly dug up and made into magical artifacts... In the end, he was a pitiful and pathetic person."

"Kagehime Academy...that..."

Dago's deep gaze shifted as he stared intently at the broken finger bone in his hand.

He also wanted to learn more about the ancient wizarding world, but Arazan seemed caught up in some kind of emotion and refused to utter another word.

Dago also didn't have time to listen to Arajan slowly recount those long-forgotten stories from the past.

He tightly retracted his finger bone, then delivered a powerful backhand punch, violently shattering the crystallized rock wall in front of him!

Amidst a shower of flying crystal fragments, Dago strode out of the dark cave.

The moment he appeared, the storm elemental lifeforms roaming nearby, like deep-sea sharks that had smelled a strong scent of blood, immediately let out a shrill cry and pounced on him madly!

"Buzz—"

A jet-black aura surged forth from Dago's body like a volcanic eruption!

The violent aura instantly spread outwards, like a huge millstone of destruction, emitting a muffled roar in the void, and then turned slightly!

Those low-level elemental life forms that had just approached within a hundred meters of him were instantly crushed into dust by this absolute physical power before they even had time to self-destruct!

They let out mournful cries of resentment, transforming into countless chaotic currents of air and blinding flashes of lightning, dissipating between heaven and earth.

However, even more wind and electric elemental lifeforms surged toward Dago, seemingly endless.

Dago's eyes were cold.

The black aura that had been spreading outwards receded rapidly as if receiving a military order, adhering to Dago's body surface layer by layer without any gaps.

The spirit was compressed and transformed in a frenzied manner, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a tangible crystalline substance.

It was like a set of heavy armor forged from the finest obsidian, perfectly fitting Dago's body!

The streamlined design of this armor exudes a violent aesthetic, with sharp barbs and incomparably razor-sharp blades protruding from the joints such as the shoulders, elbows, and knees.

This is the "Spirit Armor" that Dago has constantly adjusted and refined over the past few months, based on his own aggressive and ferocious fighting style, after experiencing thousands of life-and-death battles!

Compared to a few months ago, his ability to apply the black spirit in both micro and macro aspects has made a qualitative leap.

He has even successfully built his own "double spiral palace" inside his body.

At this point, his melee destructive power had already undergone a tremendous increase compared to before.

Wearing this hideous and bizarre heavy armor, Dago held his hands in a loose grip, and two semi-illusory black greatswords materialized in his palms.

His waist-length black hair flew wildly in the gale, and in the center of his chest, black demonic patterns resembling ancient vines intertwined with hellfire were slowly growing.

Coupled with his "Ancient Blue Demon Body" that exudes a wild and untamed aura, he now radiates a primal, ferocious, and savage temperament capable of tearing apart dragons!

Instead of retreating, he took the initiative to meet the dense, sky-covering army of elemental life forms in front of him and launched a counter-charge.

He was like an ancient battle blade that had drunk countless lives on the battlefield of gods and demons, and nothing could stop him. He stabbed into the heart of the elemental legion fiercely and mercilessly!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One storm elemental spirit after another was cleaved and destroyed by his sword.