Chapter 734 The Dark Lord and the Ring of Naga (X)
Caleb’s hands were shaking slightly, cold sweat slid down his forehead, and the sticky moisture had already penetrated his palms.
He clenched the Snake Eyes Scroll in his hand tightly, and the bone-chilling chill spread from the back of his neck, as if a pair of cold hands were gradually pulling him into the endless abyss.
He turned his head stiffly, his eyes moving as if they were being nailed, and slowly landed in the dark corner.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and his breath was stuck in his throat, unable to make any sound.
In the darkness, a pair of cold golden eyes stared at him silently.
The gaze was cold and sharp, like a hunting snake in the wilderness staring at its prey, full of ruthlessness.
Those eyes were like golden flames, shining with deep light in the ghost room, without a trace of warmth, but taking in every detail of his movements.
Caleb's sight was captured by the golden gaze. He could hardly look away, and the fear in his heart was infinitely amplified.
He remembered the rumored description of the Lord of the Abyss in Hell's Kitchen: Possessing a pair of golden eyes as dazzling as the sun...
"Abyss...Abyss...Maharaja..."
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of gray clothes appearing next to the eyes, and the outline of the black robe was looming in the darkness, which was shrouded in an ominous mist.
Beside the gray figure, an equally solemn figure in black robes stood. The deep shadow covered his face, but there was a hint of familiar coldness - it was the old craftsman Satis. .
The old craftsman held up the silver wand, with a slightly permeating smile on his lips under the black robe, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.
Finally I have a chance to use the Deathly Hallows and use the three spells engraved on the wand by the Dark Lord to practice.
Purple wizard Caleb Wigner, you should be honored to be the first to try the "Ouroboros Curse"!
Caleb's turn took only an instant, but this moment seemed to be stretched infinitely, and time seemed to be frozen in that strange silver light.
The old craftsman raised his wand, and the silver light twisted and beat on the top of the wand, like a sharp and ruthless cold blade, carrying a fatal threat.
What followed was a low and cold spell.
"The Curse of Ouroboros - Soul-Gripping Grip!"
This whisper is like a curse gushing from the depths of hell, with a chill that penetrates the soul, making people almost suffocated.
The silver light surged instantly, like a twisted and torn electric current, and rushed straight towards Caleb, leaving him no room to react.
In an instant, the magic power was like sharp chains, tightly wrapped around his limbs, and even seeped into his skin, as if thousands of ant poisons were crawling along the blood vessels, penetrating every inch of his nerves.
Scorching heat and coldness alternated, like countless thorns piercing his body, seeming to tear him to pieces.
“Ah-ahhhhh!!”
Caleb's screams pierced the air, like the wail of a wild animal at the last moment, filled with deep and helpless fear.
His body convulsed violently, his limbs were twisted shapelessly, and he even curled up on the ground like an insect. He held his head with both hands, his nails dug into his skin, and blood flowed down his cheeks.
He felt that all his nerves were being crushed repeatedly, and all his muscles were stiff and twitching due to unbearable pain.
My throat felt like it was burning...
But he couldn't help but let out a sharp scream, which continued to overflow and was out of his control, even if the burning sensation became more and more intense. Strong, but still unable to stop drinking poison to quench thirst.
Ding~
The mirror on the ground used to contact Damian slipped and hit the cold ground with a crisp sound.
On the other side of the mirror, Damian's back was suddenly filled with chills. He instinctively felt a huge ominous aura, and cold sweat quietly broke out on his palms.
Puff puff puff puff puff~
A blurry square color block appeared on the mirror, and the picture was distorted as if it had been bitten. He could not see what was happening on the opposite side, but he could hear the card. Lieb's scream, which penetrated deep into his bones, was high-pitched and broken, as if conveying unbearable pain and despair.
Damian's eyes suddenly became deep and gloomy. He tried to steady his mind, but the sharp howl made him clenched his hands unconsciously and turned pale.
"Please... forgive me... Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty Abraham..."
The purple-robed wizard's fingertips have been worn away by the cold stone surface. Bloody and bloody, his hands crawled weakly on the ground, as if hoping to get closer to the figure standing in the shadows, like a desperate drowning man trying to grab a piece of driftwood.
The pain hit his brain like a tide, and every nerve was trembling painfully, while the wailing sound from his throat was like crying in this dark space, which seemed extremely miserable. .
"Those people...those operators...I didn't kill them...it was just an accident..."
His lips trembled, and he used his last strength to squeeze out the pleading words from his throat:
"I...I am willing to do anything...Please, let me live...I am willing to give everything." ...My soul, my magic...everything I have..."
He raised his head and looked at the young man with blond hair and golden eyes full of pleading and fear.
The other party stared at him coldly, with no trace of pity in his eyes, as if the pleading figure was just a sad toy that meant nothing to him.
The purple-robed wizard didn't even dare to look directly at the deep coldness in his eyes, as if he was looking at the abyss itself.
"Yeah, you're willing to do anything?"
The blond young man tilted his head slightly, with an almost warm smile on his lips, and his tone was so soft that it was almost gentle.
The purple-robed wizard nodded crazily, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he seized the opportunity to survive:
"Yes! Anything is possible!"
Xia Xiu He lowered his eyes, rubbed his chin, and murmured thoughtfully:
"Purple robe, red robe...there are already two."
He smiled softly and raised his head, with the warm smile still on his face, "There is still a silver robe missing."< br>
Unnatural nervousness suddenly appeared on the face of the purple-robed wizard, and he secretly speculated on the other party's next question. However, Xia Xiu's words came as he expected:
" Tell me, where is the silver-robed wizard who conspired with you?"
"Tell me his location, maybe... I can consider your request."
Xia Xiu's words were slightly elongated, wrapping around the purple-robed wizard like an invisible chain, gradually tightening, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"I...I..."
The purple-robed wizard opened his mouth and tried to answer, but a deeper fear quietly rose in the depths of his soul.
The Forced Secret Keeper's Curse, that terrible chain-like magic, has already deeply bound his soul and secrets together.
He no longer even remembers the specific content of the spell, but he knows that as long as he tries to reveal it, fear and pain will immediately sweep over him and swallow up his soul.
He tries to recall the secret.
Dong dong dong————
Then, his heart seemed to be pierced fiercely by sharp thorns, and the suffocating pressure continued to rise from the depths of his soul, making his body almost Collapsed to the ground.
His throat seemed to be pinched by invisible hands. It was cold and heavy, and it was difficult to breathe.
The unquestionable power was like a shackle, completely locking his will.
In his mind, the confinement of the compulsory Keeper's Curse was like an iron chain, ruthlessly entangled in his thoughts, causing him to immediately suffer violent backlash from the depths of his soul whenever he tried to tell a secret related to the spell.
The Enforced Secret Keeper's Curse - He was no stranger to this terrible curse (curse). Different from the normal Secret Keeper's Curse, the Enforced Secret Keeper's Curse is more like a curse - because it does not allow the Secret Keeper to reveal the secret himself, eliminating the possibility of betrayal.
The normal Secret Keeper spell can lock the secret deeply into a person's soul and cannot be peeked or obtained by any force unless the Secret Keeper personally reveals the secret.
The forced secret keeper curse is to impose a curse on the secret keeper based on the spell. If the secret keeper tries to reveal the secret, the curse will be completely triggered.
Therefore, even the most powerful magic and the coldest interrogation cannot shake it. Because of this, this spell is considered an absolute test of loyalty.
But now, he was tortured almost crazy by this loyalty, eager to break away but unable to do anything.
He swallowed hard, sweat flowing down his pale cheeks and dripping to the ground.
His lips trembled slightly, vaguely revealing the painful struggle:
"I...I can't..."
His mind was in chaos, and the spell was like A huge stone oppressed him, and even if he tried to speak, the words were frozen and unable to come out.
He couldn't defeat this spell, just like he couldn't escape an invisible hand grabbing his throat, feeling extremely helpless in the suffocation.
"Why, are you silent?" Xia Xiu's tone revealed a hint of playfulness, "Is it because you don't want to say it, or... you can't say it?"
The purple-robed wizard's eyes were filled with confusion. Fear gradually dissipated, he lowered his head, his throat was so choked that he couldn't make any sound. The oppression of the secrecy spell had crushed his will. He trembled and whispered:
"Please forgive me. ...I...I really...can't tell..."
"Then you are teasing me?" Lord Abyss asked.
"No... Your Majesty Abraham, I absolutely do not!!"
The purple-robed wizard was extremely frightened. His fingers deeply grasped the cold ground, and the fear in his heart swept over him like a flood.
He tried to name his companions, or even tentatively mentioned the identity of his companions, but whenever the idea just came up, the magic restriction deep in his soul responded to him with more cruel pain, as if to warn him not to Delusion breaks the contract.
His dirty secret was tightly covered up, and as the keeper of the secret, he was well aware of the threat this spell posed to himself - trying to betray or tell the secret was a sentence to the soul.
In the painful suffocation and silence, the purple-robed wizard's consciousness gradually collapsed, and cold sweat slid down his forehead drop by drop.
He wanted to seek help and survive, but he was suppressed by the fear in his heart and the power of the forbidden curse and had no way to retreat.
The heartbreaking pain was still tormenting him continuously, and it was still a rhythmic torture.
At least, when he was talking to the Dark Lord, the heartbreaking pain was somewhat alleviated, but when the conversation ended, the pain began to double again.
The old craftsman on the side never put down the silver wand in his hand, but his eyes wandered between Xia Xiu and the purple-robed wizard, carefully observing the adult's reaction.
He carefully selected this "Soul Grip" precisely to tear the helpless begging for mercy of the humble man in front of him into a picture that would satisfy adults in the depths of torture.
The old craftsman's heart was calm. He had already determined the true intention of the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven. This was a conclusion he came to after careful consideration along the way.
The Dark Lord... Oh no, the great Sir Hugh Abraham came to Serpentis College on behalf of the Abyss. However, the unscrupulous people of the Ring of Nagas do not know the majesty of the kingdom of heaven and the dignity of the sword-wielding man. Use the Crystal Wall System and the Book of Sages to coerce the adults.
Mr. Abraham did not use his own power because he was worried about destroying the friendship between the two (being expelled). The reason why he was found by the adults was because the adults needed to complete some small things for him, so as not to irritate or upset him. Crystal wall system locked.
Undoubtedly, the Maharaja in front of him came because he was dissatisfied with some "unruly people" in the Ring of Nagas who did not understand the majesty of the Kingdom of Heaven.
The Maharaja may not want to show his full power in person to avoid touching the crystal wall system of the academy, nor does he want to be involved in a direct confrontation with the Book of Sages, so he is fortunate enough to be selected as the executor.
Because of this, he used the most torturous "Soul Grip" among the three spells of the engraved wand. The pain that eroded into his soul inch by inch was exactly the punishment this person deserved.
In the dark room, Xia Xiu leaned over and picked up the Snake Eyes Scroll dropped on the ground. The scroll unfolded in his hand, glowing with a weak and cold light.
The texture of the paper is clearly visible, and the white footprints engraved on it flicker slightly.
The name next to the footprints is - Damian Kellaser.
He was obviously moving quickly, pointing directly at the Naga Ring Crystal Wall Observation Tower outside the academy.
Xia Xiu's face was as calm as water as he stared at the scroll. However, he didn't even look at the purple-robed wizard who was curled up on the ground and begging for mercy. He treated it like an insignificant piece of garbage.
The old craftsman Satis on the side was always watching Xia Xiu's every move closely, trying to figure out his intentions.
When he saw that the Lord had lost all interest in the purple-robed wizard and did not even show a trace of pity or hatred, he already understood what Xia Xiu meant.
My lord's intention needs no explanation: the value of this purple-robed wizard has been exhausted, and there is no need to continue to exist.
A cold light flashed across Satis's eyes, and he tightly grasped the silver wand in his hand.
His magic power was injected into it without hesitation, and a twisted light emerged from the top of the silver wand in an instant, and countless squirming snake shadows intertwined and coiled in the shadows.
He softly uttered cold words and muttered in a low voice:
"Soul Grip!!!"
At the moment the spell was completed, the purple-robed wizard His body spasmed violently as if struck by lightning, and the pain seemed to penetrate deep into his bones, swallowing every inch of his nerves.
Caleb, the purple-robed wizard, lay on the cold ground, his body twitching violently, and his face distorted by extreme pain.
"No... don't!!!"
His eyes popped out, bloodshot, with a kind of madness and fear on the edge of life and death.
His fingertips gripped the ground tightly, and his nails made cracks on the smooth stone tiles, accompanied by sharp scratching sounds, trying to peel away the pain from his body.
However, the unspeakable pain has penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
Every nerve is burned by fire.
Crazy pain kept swimming and tearing through his body like a poisonous snake.
“Ahhhh——!”
His wailing was like a dying beast. His broken voice was full of despair and pain, but he could not even utter a complete syllable.
His limbs were so tortured that they curled up unconsciously, and his hands clutched his chest tightly like a spasm.
The burning pain came from deep in his heart, making him almost suffocated.
His head kept hitting the ground, the skin on his forehead was broken, and blood slid down his cheeks.
But the pain in his eyes had already taken away the life, leaving only a blank silence.
As the old craftsman's magic power continued to deepen, the silver light like a cold snake shadow snaked up his limbs, and finally climbed to his head, imprisoning his entire soul. , plunged into the abyss of endless pain.
The purple-robed wizard Caleb's consciousness gradually blurred, but the pain did not weaken at all, and even became more and more piercing.
Tears, sweat and blood mixed on his face, blurring his vision, and his soul was peeled off inch by inch as if cut into pieces by a thousand knives, until it was completely devoured.
In the end, Caleb's breath died, but the pain was frozen on that dead face, leaving a curse-like wailing that could never be erased.
The purple-robed wizard Wigner, the murderer of the Blood of the Dead in Gray Harbor, died in excruciating pain. His face was mixed with tears and snot, making him look both sad and funny.
Then, it’s the next one’s turn:
The Red Wizard——
Damian Kellasel!