Chapter 735 The Dark Lord and the Ring of Naga (XI)
The living room of Damian Kelasel.
The gate is made of ancient snake bones, with a heart-stopping cold touch. It is engraved with family runes, and there is a mysterious power revealed in the layers of protection.
The room is covered with a thick red and gold carpet. In the center of the carpet, the family crest is embroidered on it, symbolizing the noble and extraordinary bloodline of the pure-blooded Kailasher family.
The walls on both sides of the room are covered with murals of battle scenes, depicting the majestic appearance of members of the Kailasel family summoning snake spirits.
However, a certain current member of the Kailasel family is incompatible with the mighty family ancestors on the mural.
Damian's face turned livid, and his eyes fell on the broken mirror on the ground.
The mirror shattered into countless tiny lights, reflecting the faint light, as if hinting at some ominous omen.
His brows were furrowed, and there was anger in his eyes. It was obvious that the horrific scene coming from the other side of the mirror just now shocked him.
"The Dark Lord..."
"You must run, you must tell your father. Tell him that the Dark Lord has sneaked into Serpentis, tell him that the Dark Lord is in the bedroom of the mysterious scale department, tell him that the Dark Lord has obtained the Scroll of the Snake Spirit..."
He took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, and quickly reached out to the table with his hands - a snake spirit contract and his beloved 14-inch family wand.
He raised the wand in his hand. The whole body of the wand was engraved with exquisite snake scale textures, and a small metal snake chain wrapped around it was inlaid with the emerald of the family symbol.
The snake head carvings are lifelike, and the snake eye gems glow evilly in the dark light, as if they are ready to release deadly magic at any time.
“Walking with the wind!”
The red-robed wizard muttered a curse and cast [VII Ring·Wind Movement].
A stream of air swirled under his feet, enveloping his entire body in the flowing air, and carried him quickly outward along the secret magic corridor.
The wind whistled in his ears, and his figure was like a blurred red shadow, quickly passing through the corridor, and the surrounding walls and carvings flickered past him.
However, while he was moving forward rapidly, he couldn't help but feel a surge of regret and self-blame in his heart.
"Damn, you were so careless." He cursed softly in his heart, and his face became even more gloomy.
If he hadn't hastily delegated the task of hosting the Deer Academy student group to his sister Saphira, the situation wouldn't have been so bad - she even took the opportunity to take away his teleportation ring.
Thinking of this, Damian's face became even more ugly.
That was an extremely rare teleportation ring, and he handed it over to Saphira easily just because he thought that by staying in the academy, the threat of the Dark Lord would never be close.
Now this seemingly safe and worry-free environment has actually become his weakness.
Huhuhu~~~
In the windy corridor, Damian's speed was so fast that it tore apart the space, and the air flow under his feet almost turned into a twisted shadow.
However, just as he was moving forward, the space suddenly twisted into a spiral symbol, like a shrinking [∞].
The air stagnated for an instant, and a powerful wave of magic burst out as the symbol expanded. Then, a gray and black shadow appeared in front of him.
Two figures emerged from the ripple-like twisted space, as if they did not appear from the physical space at all, but entered here directly from the other side of the magic.
Xia Xiu, holding the Snake Spirit Scroll in his hand, stood in front, his golden pupils showing a calm light, his expression calm, and he looked like a tourist casually viewing the scenery during the journey.
The old craftsman Satis stood respectfully beside him, his black cloak fluttering silently with the air, like a shadow protecting the Dark Lord.
As soon as Damian saw the two of them, his brows suddenly furrowed. He raised the viper wood wand in his hand without hesitation and cursed sternly:
"Lightning Strike!"
[VI Ring Magic·Lightning Chain! ]
A dazzling electric light instantly erupted from the top of the wand, and strings of lightning coiled out like chains. Electric arcs snaked and roared in the air, heading towards the two of them.
Almost at the same moment, the old craftsman Satis smiled slightly, raised the silver Deathly Hallows in his hand, and said calmly:
"Lightning Strike."
His voice was low. Smoothly, the next moment, the electric current erupted from the tip of the wand was more intense and rapid than Damian's, rushing towards the opponent like a thunder dragon wrapped in strong wind.
Click——
Click——
Two powerful bolts of lightning collided violently in mid-air. Damian's lightning chain was quickly torn and disintegrated by Satis' magical lightning. The lightning exploded in the air, forming dozens of blazing arcs. The remnants of fire and electricity were everywhere. A burning smell filled the air as it echoed through the corridors.
However, Satis's spell came later and became more violent.
After disintegrating Damian's electric chain, the electric current released by the silver wand continued to sweep up like a hungry thunder snake, heading straight for Damian.
The red-robed wizard's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a flash of horror on his face, but he reacted quickly, raised his wand and cursed again:
"Magic backlash!"
[Blood Curse·Magic Backlash! ]
His body was trembling slightly, and he had obviously begun to feel the pressure of the other party's magic power.
At that moment, part of the incoming lightning was bounced off by the strong reflective magic on the wand and shot towards the surrounding walls and ground. Sparks flew everywhere and left scorch marks on the walls.
However, the red-robed wizard Damian's hands were trembling slightly, his wrists were numbed by the backlashed spell, and his fingertips were trembling slightly.
As the wand continued to cast spells, sweat had soaked his palms.
"This level of blessing, the magic wand in his hand..."
He swallowed, looked at the two people opposite him in horror, and scanned the front.
At this time, the gray hood of the old craftsman slipped off due to the strong wind caused by the spell.
When that familiar face was revealed, the red-robed wizard Damian’s pupils shrank slightly, and he spat out the other person’s name in disbelief:
“Satis Elosak! ?”
Red-robed wizard Damian's eyes were fixed on Satis Alosak, his eyes filled with strong anger and unconcealable disgust.
The red-robed wizard gritted his teeth, his voice filled with bone-chilling anger, trembling to convey the unique resentment of the betrayed.
"Sathis Elosak! You corrupt traitor! How dare you betray the Ring of Nagas, betray the Serpent Spirit Academy, and even collude with such an evil existence!
Are you worthy of your family and the entire Ring of Nagas? Just to cater to that kind of incarnation that brings destruction! Are you betraying the faith you once swore to be loyal to under the disaster?"
The old craftsman raised his silver wand and said to the roaring red-robed wizard:
"You don't have much time."
The red-robed wizard was furious, the anger in his eyes became more intense, and he continued to roar:
"You are so shameful! Are you Have you forgotten the power foundation of the Naga Ring? Do you know your rebellion? The transformation not only tore apart the protection of the crystal wall system, but also opened the door of Snake Spirit Academy, ushering in a disaster that you cannot understand!"
The old craftsman said slowly:
"Doubts count as time."
Damian was so angry that the wand in his hand trembled slightly, and his angry roar echoed in the empty corridor.
He suddenly remembered all the strange events during this period, and his eyes almost burst open:
"This is all a nightmare-like chain disaster! The abnormal movement of the crystal wall system , The so-called rumor of the arrival of the Dark Lord... turned out to be like this!
The school needs a tour guide for the arrival of the Luyuan student group, and it happens to be my sister - my stupid sister is involved. All of this! She foolishly asked you, an old guy, to let you, a despicable traitor, get the teleportation ring of the academy... It was all a step-by-step trap until today!"
He was! The "truth" he thought of frightened him, his body retreated slightly, and his expression was so gloomy that he almost dripped water.
The crystal wall system is torn, and the Dark Lord is suspected to be coming; the Deer Academy student group arrives, and a tour guide is needed; his sister finds a candidate for a tour guide, and her cherished teleportation ring is sent out in a daze; the old craftsman gets the Parseltongue The secret spell entered the academy, and at the same time his partner, the purple-robed wizard, also appeared.
Then there is the conversation with the purple-robed wizard tonight, and the death of the purple-robed wizard.
Then the Dark Lord and his damn acolytes appear! This is like a continuous accumulation of "disasters" and a continuous accumulation of "mistakes".
Thinking of this, the red-robed wizard felt a biting chill.
"The Dark Lord, the incarnation of disaster, Hugh Abraham, actually appeared here! It turns out that everything was planned by you, and I...I became the puppet in your disaster drama! Everything is under the control of the Lord of the Abyss, right?”
Damian's eyes were locked tightly by the golden eyes of the Lord of the Abyss, and fear came over him like a huge wave, making his heart almost jump out of his chest. He weakly made a hissing and trembling voice:
"You...you are that...Hugh Abraham, Lord of the Abyss..."
"What do you want..."
Xia Xiu lowered his head slightly, slowly put away the Snake Spirit Scroll, and caressed the faint light on the scroll, as if he understood everything.
A playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he replied sincerely to the red-robed wizard:
"I want to create a new world."
"What?"
Damian was stunned, his eyes full of shock and confusion. His mind was in chaos under the weight of the other party's intentions, and he was unable to understand the underlying motives behind it.
However, Xia Xiu shook his head and replied to the red-robed wizard in front of him:
"You don't need to know too much, Auror."
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the old craftsman Satis flashed, and he raised the silver wand in his hand. The Deathly Hallows instantly flashed a cold light, like a sharp blade that cuts the soul in the dark night.
His voice was low, but with unparalleled determination:
"The Curse of Ouroboros: Soul-Gripping Grip!"
A twist surged from the top of the wand. The stream of silver light quickly swept towards Damian like a poisonous snake.
The red-robed wizard who noticed the attack instantly raised his wand, cold sweat fell from his forehead, but his eyes ignited the last will to fight.
He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly:
"Magic backlash!"
A blue current barrier exploded from the top of the wand, blocking him like a barrier, blocking the old man. The craftsman's silver stream of light is isolated.
Pfft~
The moment the silver light collided with the blue electricity, countless dazzling sparks shot out, and the electricity sizzled in the air, which was frightening.
The old craftsman narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the blue barrier in front of him, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his wand high, and his tone was low and deadly threatening:
"Grip of the Soul!""
A wave of energy surged out of the silver wand. The thick black fog, carrying endless cold air, quickly invaded Damian's barrier.
The moment the thick black fog touched the thunder barrier, it swallowed up the blue lightning like tearing it apart, gradually destroying Damian's defense. Eroded into broken spots of light.
Damian's face changed slightly, he quickly took a step back, waved the wand again, and roared:
"Snake's Breath!
A huge snake shadow made of thunder rushed out from the top of the wand, With a deafening roar, it swept towards Satis and Xia Xiu, trying to reverse the situation with this final blow.
The snake shadow opened its bloody mouth, and the electricity raged in the air, tearing away the darkness in the corridor. Opening cracks.
However, Satis' expression remained unchanged. He suddenly raised the Deathly Hallows and muttered silently:
"Lightning Strike!"
The silver light seemed to turn into a cold chain, flying out from the top of the wand and wrapping around the thunder snake. The chains tightly suppressed the snake shadow, forcing it to gradually disintegrate and turn into scattered electric sparks, which were slowly annihilated along with the burning smell remaining in the air.
Damian’s face was ashen, and the slight trembling of the wand in his hand could not hide the anger and humiliation in his heart.
He stared at the old craftsman, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness, gnashing his teeth to squeeze out every word, his voice as harsh as a poisonous snake:
"This is not your ability, Sa Tis Elosak! It's impossible for a hybrid like you to have such power - it's the wand in your hand, right?
Did you betray us just for this wand? !
Surrender to the abyss for it? Have you forgotten the blood flowing through you, you damn half-breed! "
The old craftsman shook his head slightly, with a hint of coldness in his calm eyes.
He raised the silver wand higher, and a faint silver light flowed on the wand, reflecting his An old but determined face.
“You are right, I will not make any excuses. ”
He spoke slowly, his voice carrying an unusual calmness.
“I did surrender to Your Majesty Abraham. But this surrender was out of my own will. Your Majesty gave me the right to choose, but my so-called ‘obedience’ to the Kailaser family was not It is a kind of oppressed surrender.”
“Your Kailasher family only knows how to conquer, but has never truly understood human nature. Although your Majesty is also a conqueror, you have the mind of a true monarch. His method of conquest is more tolerant and broader than yours."
"I obey Your Majesty, I can have my own ideas; and in the past, I obeyed the Kailasher family only with absolute obedience. Option."
Damian's face turned red instantly, and his anger almost exploded in his body.
"Hypocrisy in the extreme!"
"Both and each other——"
The old craftsman replied again, which made the red-robed wizard even more red-tempered. He suddenly waved his wand forward, and his voice It was even more harsh because of anger:
"Presumptuous! Do you think you can defeat me with a magic wand?"
"In the Ring of Nagas, you are a mudblood for one day and a mudblood for the rest of your life. Plant!”
Before he finished speaking, his fingers silently tore open an Abyss Snake scroll that had been hidden in his sleeve, and instantly recited an ancient spell belonging to the Snake Spirit Family.
He chanted the fifth-level parseltongue, and at the same time activated his other Auror bloodline suppression technique.
The red-robed wizard Damian's face turned pale as a piece of paper the moment the blood suppression technique was activated, as if all the blood had been drained away.
The so-called bloodline suppression technique is to use the bloodline engraved mark on the "Book of Sages" to suppress the magic power of non-pure-blood wizards within a specific range, making it difficult for the opponent to use high-level magic. This spell is particularly effective on half-bloods and Muggle descendants.
And as much energy and blood as you want to suppress, you need to burn as much energy and blood. At this moment, anger surged into your heart, and the red-robed wizard who hoped to escape would directly burn one-third of his energy and blood to suppress this damn mudblood.
At this moment, the power of the bloodline suppression technique was like an invisible shackle, heavily suppressing the flow of magic power of the old craftsman, making his whole body stiff, even his breathing became heavy and rapid, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Damian gritted his teeth, but kept thinking about the last bargaining chip in his hand.
He quickly tore open the Abyss Serpent Scroll, and a low parseltongue squeezed out from between his lips and teeth, like a low-pitched curse:
"Basilisk!"
< br>The air instantly became bitingly cold, and the shadow of an illusory giant snake emerged from the darkness. The huge [Basilisk] crawled out from another space. The green snake scales shone with a strange cold light, and the black The venom dripped from the fangs, making a harsh sound that corroded the air.
The giant snake's eyes were fixed on the old craftsman, and a terrifying murderous intention rushed toward him.
However, Damian put all his bets on his escape plan at this moment - he understood that the Lord of the Abyss could not easily use his power, so he borrowed Satis, a hybrid The human hand achieves its purpose.
"Kill the mudblood...delay the Lord of the Abyss...delay long enough to pass on the news that he has entered the academy."
These thoughts flashed through his mind, A smug sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Taking advantage of the moment when the giant snake Basilisk pounced on the old craftsman, Damian suddenly activated the wind movement, and his whole body turned into a swift shadow and rushed towards the exit.
Just when he thought he had a chance to win, a low and somewhat lazy voice slowly sounded from behind him, carrying an irresistible force:
"Dawn·Vulcan·clear the way."
Boom——
Everything in the air was instantly ignited, and a heat wave swept over, like a fire storm that destroyed the world.
The wind movement that Damian had just activated was ruthlessly torn apart, and the blazing flames formed a huge flame circle around him, completely blocking his retreat.
A terrifying heat wave approaches, scorching and twisting the air.
The Basilisk summoned by him let out a desperate roar the moment the flames touched it. The huge snake shadow was burned to ashes and disappeared into the depths of the flames before struggling for long.
Damian turned his head stiffly, unprecedented fear welling up in his heart.
His eyes were dull, and his eyes fell on the young man with blond hair.
The young man raised his right hand, and a small cluster of strange flames danced on his index finger, light and deadly.
What is even more suffocating is that there is a faintly visible [Crown of Thorns] suspended above his blond hair, exuding an intimidating pressure.
Those golden eyes stared at Damian calmly, with no trace of pity in their eyes, only a kind of aloof divine light.
[True Name Realm·Expand——]
[Unique Identity·Crown of Thorns! 】
[The third authority (Metatron): Book of Order (Book of Conquest of All Realms)]
[Elements unlocked: Praise of Holy Sound (Law + Holy Light + Perfection + Destiny)】
"Isn't it just to cast ancient magic that is in line with the crystal wall system lock? Although this thing is not as simple as genealogy casting, it requires a lot of effort to construct a magic network structure that fits the crystal wall, and it also conforms to the plane magic vibration ripple theory. Choose low-level magic. The physical signs of blessing to the soul..."
The Dark Lord smiled slightly, with a touch of disdain in his tone.
As the words fell, his eyes calmly glanced at the stunned red-robed wizard Damian in front of him, as if this was just a boring spell-casting exercise.
"Although there are a lot of restrictions, as long as you adapt to them, sometimes these old antiques are more suitable for dealing with extreme Dharma-ending environments than the genealogy method."
Xia Xiu raised his index finger to his mouth , blowing gently to extinguish the small flame, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.
Damian stood there blankly, with shock, anger, and a bit of unconcealed fear in his eyes.
He never thought that the rumored Lord of the Abyss in front of him could adapt to the rules of the crystal wall system so proficiently. This proficiency was as wanton as he was in his own home.
Pa—
“The next step is the main event,”
Xia Xiu smiled softly and snapped his fingers.
The loud crisp sound cut through the silence like a sharp blade. In an instant, the silver wand in the hand of the old craftsman Satis suddenly disappeared and appeared in his hand.
"Your crystal wall system has been putting pressure on me. Fortunately, I have strong ability to withstand pressure, and -" Xia Xiu paused and raised the corners of his mouth.
“I also love to learn. So, in this environment, I developed several new spells. In the future, these spells will be the standard spells for my students. Don’t worry, I will Mention your contribution in the textbook."
He turned his eyes to the old craftsman Satis standing aside, and continued with a warm smile:
"You know. Of Satis, I call these open series of spells the 'Ouroboros series'
Now, you see, I am going to cast the details of the second spell.
Look carefully, I only release it once. To be honest, you hold my wand, but you can only use the most basic 'Grip of the Soul' all day long. This really makes me feel speechless. This time you should be more careful and study carefully. "
Xia Xiu slowly raised the silver wand, a pair of cold golden pupils flashing in the dim light, like a giant snake hunting.
His voice was low and cold, With an irresistible majesty:
“The Curse of Ouroboros·The Eye of the Heart. ”
A ray of silver light shot out from the tip of the wand, penetrated the air coldly, and shot directly at him.
Damian subconsciously wanted to raise his wand to resist, the spell was already forming on his lips, but the moment he raised his arm, his whole body suddenly stiffened, as if he was tightly imprisoned by invisible iron chains.
Fear welled up in his heart, and he struggled to make a low gasping sound. However, no matter how hard he tried, his body was restrained by cold chains, and even the slightest trembling of his muscles was difficult.
In an instant, Damian's entire body felt like it was pressed by a thousand pounds of force, his limbs were stiff, and his eyes were wide.
He could clearly feel a cold force seizing his soul. His consciousness gradually collapsed under the strong resistance, but he could not break free of the tight shackles no matter what.
He discovered something: he had lost control of his body.
“When I cast this spell, it’s like seizing someone’s body, but for other people, I hope they use it as a body-holding spell, and it’s a powerful body-holding spell.”
Xia Xiu said, with a slight wave of his wand, the red-robed wizard's body began to move stiffly like a puppet being manipulated.
There were still traces of fear on Damian's face, but one of his feet was raised strangely, and the twisted movements were horrifying.
His limbs began to twitch uncoordinatedly, his toes tapping and jumping up and down, like a funny and terrifying puppet dancing.
"The reason why it is not recommended to use him to seize control of the body is because although the Eye of the Heart is powerful, it can be resisted through strong willpower."
Xia Xiu raised the corner of his mouth slightly. , gently raised the wand upwards, Damian's body instantly lifted off the ground, was thrown into the air, and then fell suddenly.
With a bang, he fell firmly to the ground, face down, lying awkwardly on the floor.
"Most people can't do what I do."
Xia Xiu smiled lightly and waved the wand again. Damian seemed to be picked up by an invisible hand, and again Soar into the air.
The Dark Lord seemed to be directing a grotesque farce, and with a flick of his wand, the red-robed wizard Damian began to spin in the air, with his feet backward and his head forward, and even seemed to be turning upside down at one point.
In the end, he was forced to spin stiffly in a circle in a posture that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve. His arms were raised high and his legs were twisted. His joints were no longer bound by the physical body, but completely became the plaything of the Dark Lord's thoughts.
As the wand drew a half-arc downwards again, the red-robed wizard Damian's body fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground. However, before he could relax, his arms seemed to be caught. The rope rose again like a tug, and the whole person was ruthlessly pulled into the air, and fell heavily again.
There was cold amusement in the Dark Lord's eyes, and his fingers flexibly traced a few lines on the wand. Damian's body immediately followed his changing trajectory, swinging in mid-air, as motionless as a rag doll. No dignity.
The red-robed wizard's body was violently slammed to the ground again and again, and blood oozed from his lips.
The Dark Lord's smile was still gentle and calm, and he said to Damian, who had dull eyes and was drooling with dementia:
"Don't worry, you can't die now."
He knew that the other party The soul imprisoned inside the body can hear these words, but the other party has now lost control of the body, so he can only reply monotonously and drooling:
"Abba, Ababa, Ababa." ~~”
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