Chapter 744 The Dark Lord and the Sage Revolution (VIII)
Ring of Naga·Acares Continent.
The continent of Akares is located in the southern part of the Ring of Naga plane, accounting for about 25% of the total land area of the entire plane. It is the core area of poison and snake magic, as well as poisonous swamps and dense jungles. , a gathering place for snake spirits and magical toxin creatures.
The Nivahban Prison is secretly located here.
The thick stone walls are covered with old poisonous swamp moss, and the surrounding jungle is dense and eerie, exuding pungent moisture.
The magic barrier disappeared and appeared under the impact, glowing with an ominous black light, as if it was crying.
This place is regarded by Aurors as an artificial wetware processing factory.
This moment is like purgatory on earth.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss~~~"
The roar erupted from every corner of the prison, and the roar of the snake spirit echoed between the walls. Those heart-stopping sounds were like violent The heartbeat is constantly beating the suppressed soul of every prisoner.
A giant Medusa basilisk stalks the prison halls, threatening any inmate who tries to resist.
They opened their huge mouths and spit out scarlet snake letters full of venom. Their eyes exuded a cold light of death, ruthlessly tearing apart the souls who dared to get close under the spells of the Aurors.
The Aurors stood coldly beside the basilisk, their eyes flashing with disdain and anger that could not be concealed.
Their black cloaks fluttered in the wind, and their metal armor shone with dazzling light in the sun.
They raised their wands and cursed the prisoners wantonly, with mocking smiles on their lips.
"Look at you low-level half-bloods and filthy Mudbloods!"
An Auror sneered, pointing his wand directly at a fallen prisoner, with shuddering contempt in his voice.
"Nevahban is your only destination, scum! Are you still trying to escape?"
"You are not even qualified to stand!" Another Auror raised his wand, Roaring, he threw a lightning-like spell at the prisoner not far away.
“Damn the dove, damn the Dark Lord!!”
"If those pigeons hadn't suddenly exploded, shattering the cage, and the splashing holy damage killed the soul-sucking basilisk, do you think you could come out!"
"You all dare to resist? Dream on! Wait! Well, the Kailasel family will not let you go!
Boom——
Boom——
Boom——
In the cold air of Nivahban, the embers of the self-destruction of the Holy Spirit Dove are still floating away, carrying some traces of holy light, bringing a strange brightness to this dark prison.
The Aurors waved their wands angrily while cursing, and the Medusa basilisk coldly petrified the escaped prisoners. The doves that exploded in the air were hit by magic, scattering dots of The fragments of holy light were swallowed up by the thick darkness in an instant.
In this chaotic light and shadow, Frederick Reid slowly stood up.
He is tall but somewhat thin, and his hair has long been gray, hanging messily on his shoulders, silently telling the story of his fifteen years of darkness.
There is a ferocious scar on his left eye, extending from the brow bone to the cheekbone, like a mark deeply scratched by the carving knife of time. The slightly white scar reveals a cruel and cruel feeling. The power of tenacity.
The worn prison uniform was covered with dust and blood, and the sleeves and trousers were torn, exposing his skin covered with old wounds.
The cheeks were slightly sunken, but the look in his eyes was more intense than anyone else's.
His hands were stained with blood, and his fingers were still holding the wand he had snatched from an Auror. The original delicate carvings of the wand were now tightly held by his fingers and stained. Bright red traces.
Frederick raised his head and looked up at the crack above the prison. The sun shone from the slightly opened crack and shone on his shoulders.
He squinted his eyes and felt the warm touch of the sun. The long-lost light penetrated the darkness in his heart, making him feel a kind of freedom that had been lost.
However, before Frederick could feel freedom, he heard the sound that made him feel extremely disgusted.
"Mudblood, get back!!!"
The prison guard, Fernando Kelasel, is fat and wearing a thick black robe, with his stubby fingers Holding the wand in his hand, with a ferocious smile on his lips, he stared at the trembling prisoners with their heads down like a poisonous snake.
He roared roughly, his voice harsh and full of contempt.
The warden's plump cheeks were red with anger, and his eyes were filled with disgust for the prisoners.
"Hiss, hiss~"
"Hiss, hiss~"
As he roared, terrifying night shadow snake spirits gradually emerged from the surrounding air, as if coming from the darkness. To be awakened, to emerge silently.
These night shadow snake spirits are as translucent as dense fog. Their bodies are winding and coiled like giant pythons. They are more than ten meters long. Their surface is covered with black smoke-like scales, undulating slightly, emitting a strange and depressing atmosphere. breath. The green eyes on the snake spirit's head were as bright as will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness, revealing bloodthirsty and ruthless coldness.
They open their mouths full of sharp teeth and spit out bursts of dark poisonous mist. When you get close, you will feel a bone-chilling chill, as if the darkest memory in your heart is being torn apart.
These snake spirits are the most insidious tools of the Kailasel family and one of the evil cores of this prison.
The meaning of Nivahban’s existence is not just imprisonment, but “feeding”—feeding these night shadow snake spirits through the pain and despair of the prisoners.
Snake spirits will be like loyal blood-suckers, slowly and greedily absorbing the magic power of prisoners, draining away the weak life force bit by bit.
Over time, they will possess or coil around the prisoner, turning every breath into a painful ordeal.
The prisoner's magic power is extracted and flows into the magic storage device deep in the prison, turning into a steady stream of energy that supports Nivahban's shield and defensive array.
Those prisoners who had been entangled by the night shadow snake spirits would involuntarily show fear whenever they saw the figures of these snake spirits again.
Because the adsorption process called "snake's kiss" will completely deprive people of their inner light and bring endless despair.
Snake spirits can drag prisoners into the abyss of memories, forcing them to relive their most painful memories over and over again. Any happiness and hope will disappear under the erosion of the snake spirit, replaced by deep sadness, and any hope will be torn apart.
At this moment, under the kiss of the Night Shadow Snake Spirit, the prisoners' will gradually collapsed under the entanglement of the Night Shadow Snake Spirit, their expressions gradually became hollow, and they were immersed in endless despair.
Some prisoners have lost interest in life and even have no hope of survival in their eyes. This is the moment when the snake spirits can absorb the maximum amount of magic power.
Fernando Kelasel squinted his eyes, had a sneer on his face, crossed his arms with his chest, and looked at the rioting prisoners step by step back under the pressure of the Night Shadow Snake Spirit with full of mockery.
The night shadow snake spirits hovering beside him stared at the surroundings coldly, their green eyes flashing with cold light, and a few wisps of dark poisonous mist floated out from their mouths, making the air even more intense. Cold and oppressive. Fernando taunted in a low voice:
“The vulnerable Mudblood, whose will is so fragile, how can he be compared with our bloodline of Kailasel?”
“Jie Jie Jie~ ~~~”
His triumphant laughter echoed in the darkness, shrill and harsh.
The prisoners trembled under the shadow of the snake spirit, and the rioting team began to lose order and gradually retreated.
At this moment, a figure stepped forward in the darkness, breaking the desperate silence—Frederick Reid, standing out amidst the chaos and fear.
He slowly raised the bloody wand in his hand, his fingers pale but steady, staring at Fernando not far away, and coldly uttered a few words:
"The Curse of Ouroboros" ·Life-Devouring Bite! ! ”
The tip of the wand quickly lit up, and the light twisted and condensed into a [∞] symbol, glowing with an ominous silver glow. Death whispers.
The silver light became more and more dazzling, like the cold moonlight, piercing the heart.
The prisoners couldn't help but close their eyes, and the hissing in the air around them was suddenly harsh, like tens of thousands of venomous snakes emitting fatal roars at the same time.
"What the hell is that..."
The proud expression on Fernando's face disappeared instantly, replaced by shock and fear.
He subconsciously waved his wand, trying to counterattack to block this fatal light, but his spell seemed so powerless in front of the silver light.
The silver-white light penetrated his defense like a living creature and hit his chest hard.
At that moment, his body twitched violently, as if he had been pierced by countless cold poisonous thorns.
Fernando's eyes suddenly opened wide and his mouth opened, as if he wanted to roar or curse, but he couldn't even make a sound.
The silver light swam through his body like a poisonous snake, burrowing into his flesh and spreading at an alarming speed.
“No~”
Fear and anger solidified on his face, his body gradually became stiff, and his muscles twitched rapidly, until finally his arms and body showed a strange twisted posture, and he collapsed heavily on the ground.
The silver light gradually peeled off from his body and turned into little dissipated light fragments. With the remaining light in the air, Fernando Kelasel's life was completely swallowed up by the spell and turned into A lifeless corpse.
The expressions of shock on the faces of the surrounding Aurors could hardly be concealed. They stared at the body of Fernando Kelasel in stunned silence, as if they still could not accept that the warden would fall at the hands of prisoners.
The arrogant and unruly eyes in the past now revealed a rare fear.
Silver light chips gradually dissipated from Fernando's body, like countless tiny dusts, floating in the air with the wind, taking away his ridiculous pride and life.
The prisoners also stopped, with a hint of unexpected awe and fear in their shocked eyes.
Those who were able to escape when the Holy Spirit Pigeon detonated the prison were originally just running for their lives in a panic, like a group of headless flies trying to find a way out under heavy pressure.
Although the Dark Lord's declaration was still in their ears, their minds still did not fully understand the profound meaning of the change.
They don’t understand whether the arrival of the Dark Lord can really change the corrupt rule of the Naga Ring, and whether it can shake the foundation of the Kailasel family.
These people struggling with despair can hardly imagine...
A new order is coming!
Only Frederick Reid could truly feel the strength and determination under heavy pressure from the Dark Lord's declaration.
In the light of the self-exploding Holy Spirit Dove, he quickly got inspiration from the three Ouroboros spells left by the Dark Lord. These three spells are - Life-Eating Bite, Soul-Wrapping The grip and the eye that catches the heart.
Every spell contains hidden murderous intent and brutal rules. The most deadly one is the "life-eating bite" he just cast.
Frederick recalled the moment of enlightenment about this spell:
It is like an unreasonable and overbearing magic that temporarily borrows the power of some higher existence to trigger an irresistible death rule, forcing the human body's physiological functions to enter the "wrong" death program.
Once this curse is released, it is like death itself being summoned. No matter how strong the defense is, the curse will still trigger the death mechanism without any hindrance, causing everything in the human body to rush towards the result that will lead to death. This It is simply a forced deconstruction of the essence of life.
He looked down at the blood-stained wand in his hand. The wand still emitted a cold silver light between his slightly trembling fingers, seeming to remind him of the cost of the fatal blow just now.
The corner of Frederick's mouth raised a slight smile, and the smile was full of ridicule, contempt, and even a little relief.
His eyes fell on Fernando's body. The Auror who once looked down and despised him now no longer had the breath of life, and all that was left was a cold corpse.
But this brief victory failed to bring him a moment of respite.
The moment he raised his head, the Aurors around him were waving their wands in unison, with anger and vigilance in their eyes.
They cursed in a low voice, injecting the magic power in their hands into the snake spirit with disdain and fear.
Hundreds of Nightshade Snake Spirits, under the control of Aurors, swarmed towards Frederick like a black tide.
They were coiled like giant pythons, their dark green eyes fixed on this "dangerous prisoner", their mouths filled with dark poisonous mist, shrouded in a corrosive chill.
Each snake spirit was like a god of death in the darkness, slowly approaching, and a suffocating sense of oppression gradually filled the air. Darkness and despair surged toward him from all directions like a tide.
Frederick stood in the center of the snake spirit siege, his heart beating loudly, his fingers gently stroking the blood-stained wand, and his fingertips were stained with the temperature of his own blood.
His eyes penetrated the surrounding snake spirits like sharp knives, but his consciousness could not help but go back to the distant and painful memories - that was in the cell before the riot. In the shadows, facing the endless darkness and the abyss of despair.
At that time, he huddled in a corner of the cold cell, staring blankly at the sky that had long been obscured, and pieced together the bright starlight with only the remaining memories.
Starlight means freedom and the boundless space beyond imprisonment, but to him, it is more like a dream that can never be touched.
There is a free world outside the cell, but the surrounding iron walls and thick stone walls have long become a part of his life, sealing him in an unshakable darkness.
Time has become meaningless here, flowing day after day, seeming to completely annihilate his will.
He seemed to hear the whisper of time, and every second of ridicule seemed to come to his ears, pulling him deeper into the abyss.
But in the deepest part of the endless despair, a faint fire suddenly ignited in my heart, like a tenacious spark.
It is weak, but stubbornly refuses to be extinguished, just like the firmness and unyieldingness that his mother's gentle hand once whispered in his ear.
At that moment, Frederick felt a little loosened in his heart. The light could not illuminate the entire darkness, but it could guide him to a glimmering path to the future.
The cage that had been suppressed for many years was broken on this day, and the dawn of redemption shone through the cold and damp prison.
He heard the Dark Lord's declaration, and he saw the Holy Dove soaring throughout the Ring of Nagas.
Many years later, Frederick finally breathed the breath of freedom again in the chaos, and this long-lost freedom was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, gradually dispelling yesterday's nightmare, and gradually rising in the dim light of dawn. Disappearing into nothingness in the light.
However, the hissing snakes around him always made Frederick's mind wander back to the painful past.
Frederick Read was born into a complex and discriminatory environment.
Although his father has part of the blood of the Kellasel family, he is despised because of his mixed-race status, while his mother is an ordinary Muggle.
Father was only close to his mother because of his greed for appearance. Frederick's birth was not expected. As an illegitimate son, he was spurned and bullied since he was a child.
In the view of wizards in the Hundred-layer World, mixed-race wizards are often discriminated against by pure-blood wizards, and Frederick is not immune.
His father was even ashamed to admit his existence. Every time he had a slight disobedience, he would punch and kick him. He even called him a "dirty mudblood" and tried to subdue him with violence. .
However, his mother was Frederick's pillar of support. She always encouraged him, soothed his wounded heart with her gentle hands, and taught him never to surrender.
Mother's encouragement planted the seeds of rebellion in Frederick's heart.
He learned to use fists to fight back those who tried to bully him since he was a child. After learning magic, he used a magic wand to maintain his dignity.
After entering Serpentis Academy, he joined the mysterious scale faction and quickly rose to prominence, becoming a popular figure in the school.
But his dislike for pure-blood wizards has deepened day by day, and he does not hide his hostility towards the Kailasel family.
Those pureblood wizards who despised him predicted that he would one day be sent to Nivahban for defying Auror authority, and that day finally came.
Being young and frivolous always comes with a price, and Frederick also paid a bloody price for his arrogance.
As he neared graduation, he participated in the historic "Night of the Blood Moon", a fierce resistance by mixed-blood wizards and Muggle descendants against the hegemony of pure-blood wizards.
When the blood moon came, Frederick and a group of mixed-blood wizards planned a radical ritual. They tried to break the control of the pure-blood wizards on the snake spirit contract by awakening the original power of the snake spirit. So that ancient magic can also be used by them.
However, they underestimated the restrictions placed by pure-blood wizards in rituals.
When they tried to communicate with the snake spirit, the Kailasel family launched a fatal counterattack using bloodline suppression, cutting off their connection with the source of magic.
Mixed-blood wizards and Muggle descendants were completely suppressed by pure-blood wizards. Many participants died tragically, while those deemed "useful" were sent to Nivahban for incarceration for future experiments.
What makes Frederick even more painful is that his mother was killed by his father during the turmoil. In order to show his loyalty, his father did not hesitate to sacrifice her life and completely cut off his relationship with Frederick. relation.
After killing his mother, his father left a profound message to Frederick:
“Frederick, it’s all your fault!!!”
"Your mother died because of you, and I am ashamed because of you!!!"
This sentence became a sting in his heart, causing him to carry regrets throughout his life.
His father was right, his mother died because of him. This will be a lifelong scar for him.
After that, Frederick was imprisoned in Nivahban for fifteen years and suffered a lot.
He was imprisoned in a toxic isolation zone, his magic power was suppressed, and he could only silently endure all kinds of pain inflicted by the jailers and the Kailasel family.
The scar on his left eye was left by his father after he was imprisoned, as a permanent warning to him.
From a high-spirited twenty-year-old young man to the now weather-beaten and depressed middle-aged appearance.
Frederick paid an expensive bill for his youthful frivolity.
Frederick closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but the coldness penetrated his nerves like a poisonous thorn - it was the coldness brought by the "snake's kiss", which he was all too familiar with. .
He began to recall that night, the beginning of all nightmares.
That night the blood moon hung in the sky, and the red light fell like a curse.
They gathered deep in the jungle, waiting for the snake spirit's response, waiting for the raw power to break the control of the pure-blood wizard. However, what awaited them was the suppression of the Kailasel family. Wands snapped, spells failed, and blood flowed across their faces.
The screams kept coming.
In the vague memory, he returned to his father's face - with a sinister smile and contempt.
That day, his father knocked down his wand with his own hands, his eyes full of disgust and malice.
"Damn bastard!!"
"You bastard!!!"
"White-eyed wolf——"
"Mudblood... ”
His father's words were like harsh snakes, piercing into his eardrums, and along with them, the bloody scars were branded on his face forever.
At that moment, Frederick felt that his dignity was like a torn piece of cloth, floating in the air, never to be regained.
The "snake kiss" quietly crawled into his soul, stripping him of the only remaining emotions and warmth.
Those snake spirits - those monsters that disgusted and frightened him. Their presence brought a bone-chilling coldness to him, pressing down on him like a cold winter night. Even the scorching heat of midsummer could not bring it. No warmth at all.
That kind of coldness came from the depths of his soul, swallowing up his consciousness bit by bit.
In that deep cold, Frederick felt his humanity stripped away and his light destroyed.
The snake spirits coiled around him, their eyes flashing with a green cold light. They absorbed everything from him in the coldness, taking away the little warmth and emotion he had left, slowly, meticulously.
Under the "snake's kiss", his happiness and his positive emotions became an untouchable phantom.
He was forced to repeatedly experience the darkest moments - his father's rejection, his mother's tragic death, the failure on the night of the blood moon...
Those painful experiences were under the oppression of the snake spirit. The layers were superimposed, endlessly magnified, and an endless abyss pulled him into it.
Every memory brought him closer to the edge of collapse.
Many times, he hoped to end himself and end this endless torture, but his mother’s voice would always emerge when he was at his most desperate:
“Nothing lasts forever. Crush a person, as long as you are willing to stand up."
Boom! ! !
At that moment, his heart skipped a beat, and his heart ignited an unprecedented tenacity.
He slowly opened his eyes, broke away from the control of "Snake Kiss", and returned to reality. He looked around. In front of him were the angry and shocked Aurors. The circle of snake spirits were still circling around them. The other prisoners beside him were still immersed in the "snake kiss", with pain on their faces and fear in their eyes.
Seeing that he broke away from the "Snake Kiss", the Aurors around him widened their eyes and couldn't believe what they were seeing.
"How could he... get rid of the 'Snake's Kiss'?" An Auror muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Impossible! How can this low-class mixed-blood break free from the 'Snake's Kiss'? Even the most determined pure-blood wizard can't do it!" Another Auror growled hastily, with a look on his face. With great uneasiness.
"What power is this? What on earth is he...!" The third Auror's voice trembled slightly, and the wand in his hand even trembled slightly with fear.
The surrounding snake spirits squirmed uneasily and spat out snake messages at Frederick.
"Hiss, hiss~~"
"Hiss, hiss~~"
Surrounded and approached by the surrounding snake spirits, Frederick raised his blood-stained The wand slowly pressed against his forehead.
The pain and despair of being imprisoned in Nawahban for fifteen years, as well as countless suffering and painful memories, have already tempered his soul as cold as cold iron.
He closed his eyes and felt the fire in his chest that had never been extinguished. The declaration brought by the Holy Dove of the Dark Lord echoed faintly in his ears, and the power of the Ouroboros gradually reverberated in his heart.
This is the magic he comprehended - a law that cannot be released by the magic network, a power forged by despair during the long period of imprisonment and hardship.
Now, under the inspiration of the Dark Lord, he finally awakened it completely.
This power seems to span the endless darkness deep in Nivahban and connect to an older and more mysterious source.
That is the word that was burned and banned by the Naga Ring - ether.
If he were in Terra, he would know that the academic name of what he understood was: [Module].
"Calling Gods and Guards, Calling Shadows and Snake Spirits!!!"
His deep voice was filled with determination and irrepressible power, sounding like thunder.
As soon as he finished speaking, a crushing [∞] symbol suddenly appeared on Frederick's forehead, emitting a faint silver light, like a fiery brand, deeply imprinted in his soul. .
With the power of the Dark Lord, he began to come into contact with the true source of transcendence for the first time.
The symbol rotated slowly, surging with mysterious power, attracting all eyes in the darkness to him.
As the symbol shined, a silvery-white light expanded rapidly behind him, getting brighter and brighter, until the entire cold air of Nawahban was filled with cold brilliance, like a beam of moonlight pouring down. And down, reflected in the prison of darkness and decay.
The light gradually condensed and took shape, and a huge holy snake slowly appeared. Its body was like flowing silver water, with a soft and cold luster like the moon.
It is fifteen meters high, its eyes are shining with a cold light that penetrates everything, its silver body is flawless and solemn, and it is surrounded by an inviolable majesty that is intimidating.
It sits quietly beside Frederick, like an ancient patron saint, crossing over from distant time and space to appear in this world for him.
The holy snake raised its head slightly, and the cold light in its eyes passed over the densely packed snake spirits around it.
"Roar——"
Those night shadow snake spirits were once the nightmare of the prison, the soul-eating gods of death in Nivahban, but now they are trembling under the light of the holy snake, It made a shrill scream.
The snake spirits twisted their bodies as if escaping from the irresistible oppression of death.
But in the face of this absolute power, even their chances of struggling seem small and insignificant.
The holy snake gently spit out a ray of silver light, covering all the snake spirits. The light burned them like flames, instantly turning them into countless black ashes.
In less than a moment, the silver light dissipated, and the snake spirits hovering around were swallowed up by the light of the holy snake and turned into dust, as if they had never existed.
The remaining shadows and malice in the air were swept away in an instant, and the cold atmosphere of the prison was torn into a shimmer.
However, the light was too short-lived. Frederick looked down at the wand in his hand and heard a "click" sound. The wand broke and scattered on his fingertips.
“Huhuhu——”
He fell to his knees, his chest heaving violently, and all his spirituality was drained away.
The guardian spirit behind him also gradually disintegrated at this time, and silver light floated in the air.
The surrounding Aurors were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes were filled with horror and anger, and even more ferocious killing intent.
They saw some kind of force that violated the order, and the fear in their eyes covered up all their usual arrogance.
Someone roared loudly, breaking the short silence:
"Kill him! Kill him now! Never let this kind of power appear in the Ring of Nagas!"
For a moment, the surrounding Aurors raised their wands, with cold eyes flashing in their eyes. With murderous intent, he chanted a spell in his mouth, and the tip of the wand flashed a terrifying light.
Deadly spells struck Frederick one after another. Those spells that emitted strange light condensed into a deadly web of firepower that was bound to tear him apart completely.
Frederick fell to his knees, his eyes showing exhaustion, but the unyielding light was still burning.
He held the broken wand tightly and raised his hand with slight trembling, trying to resist the overwhelming killing intent.
Boom————
A monstrous curse struck him.
Buzz——
Just when those spells were about to hit him, a low buzz suddenly sounded in the air.
With this strange vibration, two twisted [∞] symbols appeared in front of Frederick. The space was torn open by invisible force, twisting and mapping another different dimension.
In the depths of this twisted space, two figures slowly appeared, standing in front of Frederick.
The leader has blond hair and golden eyes, and a handsome face. His dark windbreaker outlines his upright figure. His eyes under the black top hat are cold and sharp, like blazing flames. He held a fifteen-inch silver wand lightly in his right hand, and a sharp sense of oppression emanated from his body.
Beside him, stood a beautiful woman with long emerald green hair tied into braids, and her eyes were also clear emerald green.
Her face is beautiful with a mixture of fortitude and gentleness, her figure is plump and straight, and she wears a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose, exuding calmness and wisdom.
When Xia Xiu emerged from the space and saw the monstrous curse, he simply raised his wand and waved it lightly.
[Dawn·Vulcan·Clear the Way! 】
The surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and a circle of blazing flames sprang up from around him, turning into a thick wall of fire, swallowing up all the incoming curses.
The moment the flames and magic spells met, those fatal magic spells instantly collapsed, as if they melted into the blazing heat and turned into invisible ashes.
The wall of fire stayed in the air for a moment, and then spread around like a tide, shrouding the entire prison in flames.
The fire was like the flames of purgatory, burning the confidence and pride of the Aurors into ashes.
"Ahhhh——"
"Ahhhh——"
Most of the prisoners were unaffected by the temperature of the flames and looked at the scene in front of them in shock. However, many Aurors and a few villains who had participated in suppressing the prisoners struggled painfully in the flames. Their bodies were swallowed up by the flames, and they let out shrill screams. The sound pierced the night and echoed throughout the Nivahban.
The brilliance of the flames shone on Xia Xiu's face, outlining his handsome silhouette like a god.
As the firelight danced, his golden eyes were like flowing golden flames, deep and cold.
He gently took off his black top hat and stood in the firelight. The corners of his clothes were slightly raised in the hot air, like a messenger of judgment descending from the sky. He slowly turned sideways and looked at Camille beside him, his voice was low and firm:
"The Auror class and the magical aristocracy, as the ruling class of the old sage system, control the resources and economy of the Magic Network Power maintains this decadent exploitative system. Their arrogant bloodline interests are deeply rooted and they attempt to stifle all changes."
"Therefore, they are the main enemies of the sage revolution."
Kami. Er nodded slightly, and Xia Xiu's eyes moved to Frederick not far away, the man kneeling on the ground, covered in blood.
Frederick looked ahead blankly, as if he had not yet completely broken free from the abyss of despair.
Xia Xiu continued to face Camille:
"As for the oppressed caster class, they have no magic network property and no interests that can be exploited. It is their thorough anti-Auror stance that makes He became the real main force of this sage revolution."
The fire flickered around, and the air was filled with burning residual heat.
Frederick was trembling all over, his eyes gradually filled with hope and enthusiasm.
He looked like a devout believer who had seen the Lord’s miracles.
He moved his body with difficulty, knelt on his knees, and squirmed step by step in the direction of Xia Xiu.
His arms trembled, like a man struggling in the darkness who finally saw the light of guidance.
He looked up at the angel, with longing, reverence and almost pious supplication in his eyes, as if he saw God coming to earth.
He raised his hands, as if worshiping the sun, and stretched out his pale hands covered with mud and blood to the blond young man.
Xia Xiu slowly squatted down and stretched out his clean right hand.
Frederick's hands were extremely rough, covered with cracks and dirt from prison life, and dried blood seeped between his fingers.
He held Xia Xiu's outstretched hand tightly, and the holy and flawless touch made him feel as if he had touched the light itself.
Frederick's palms trembled with excitement, his lips trembled slightly, tears slipped silently, melting into the mud on his face, with endless relief and gratitude.
"It's you...it's you..."
Frederick's voice was choked with excitement, and there was deep reverence and longing in his words.
His tears poured down like a fountain, and his usually unyielding and stern expression collapsed into endless tears and joy at this moment.
Years of pain and despair were vented at this moment. He held Xia Xiu's hand tightly, as if it was the salvation of his life and the only faith that could pull him out of the endless abyss.
The angel lowered his eyes and looked at the man kneeling in front of him tenderly. There was no trace of disgust in his eyes, but a trace of love and compassion.
He patted Frederick's shoulder gently, his voice low and soothing, like a loving elder comforting a child in pain.
“Do not be afraid, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am the one who brings change; I will strengthen you, I will help you.”
This warm comfort made Frederick's tears of collapse become more violent. He fell to his knees and burst into tears. All the pain was finally released.
The prisoners and Aurors present watched this scene quietly, as if an invisible force filled the air, oppressive and solemn. Everyone's heart was shaken by an indescribable emotion, either in shock, fear, or deep awe.
On this day...they saw two "miracles".
Those who work hard in the darkness cross the fire in the dark night; they were souls imprisoned in the endless abyss and endured the torment of the flames, but now they have touched the long-lost light and witnessed the guidance of light in the dark night.
The holy and loving father comes to earth, shows his power and comforts the sufferers.
He soothes the pain with his comforting hand, allowing the tired to rest, and drives away the haze of despair with his eternal flame, allowing the suffering souls to see hope.
On this day, they witnessed a "miracle" - the hopeless regained hope, and the blinded regained their sight.
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[Current power release limit: 32.89%]
[Current magic network weaving: 6/7]
[Magic network collapse value: 21.111%]
[ Areas to be liberated: Acares, Zelkos, Lortan, Elsinia——]
[Acares: being liberated——]
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At this moment, everyone in the four lands of the Naga Ring has received a territory-wide announcement from the wizard newspaper under the Serpent Wall Council:
"From the Abyss" The Lord of the Abyss landed in Akares, and Nivahban, where criminals were detained, has fallen."