Extraordinary pedigree

Caleb's hands trembled slightly, cold sweat slid down his forehead, and the sticky wetness had already penetrated his palm.

He tightly grasped the Snake Eyes Scroll in his hand, and the bone-chilling coldness spread from the back of his neck, as if a pair of cold hands were gradually pulling him into an endless abyss.

He turned his head stiffly, his eyes moved as if nailed to death, and slowly fell into the dark corner.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, his breath stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make any sound.

In the darkness, a pair of cold golden eyes stared at him silently.

The eyes were cold and sharp, like a hunting snake in the wilderness staring at its prey, full of coldness.

Those eyes were like golden flames, flashing a deep light in the ghost room, without a trace of temperature, but taking in every subtle movement of his.

Caleb's sight was captured by the golden gaze, he could hardly move away, and the fear in his heart was infinitely magnified.

He remembered the description of the Lord of the Abyss in Hell's Kitchen: he had a pair of golden eyes as bright as the sun...

"Abyss...Abyss...Lord..."

He caught a glimpse of the gray corners of clothes vaguely emerging next to the eyes, and the outline of the black robe loomed in the darkness, where it was shrouded in ominous mist.

Beside the gray figure, an equally solemn black-robed figure stood, the deep shadow covered his face, but faintly revealed a familiar coldness - it was the old craftsman Satis.

The old craftsman raised the silver wand, and a slightly creepy smile appeared on his lips under the black robe, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

Finally, I have the opportunity to use the Deathly Hallows and the three spells engraved on the wand by the Dark Lord in actual combat.

Purple-robed wizard Caleb Vigna, you are the first person to try the "Ouroboros Spell", you should feel honored!

Caleb's turn was only a moment, but this moment seemed to be infinitely stretched, and time seemed to be frozen in that strange silver light.

The old craftsman raised his wand, and the silver light twisted and jumped at the top of the wand, like a sharp and ruthless cold blade, carrying a deadly threat.

Then came the low and cold sound of the spell.

"Ouroboros Curse - Soul-Twisting Grip!"

This whisper was like a curse gushing out from the depths of hell, with a chill that penetrated the soul and almost suffocated people.

The silver light suddenly surged, like a twisted and torn electric current, rushing straight at Caleb, and he didn't even have room to react.

In an instant, the magic power was like a sharp chain, fiercely entwining his limbs, and even penetrating into his flesh, as if thousands of ant poisons crawled along his blood vessels and penetrated every inch of his nerves.

The alternation of scorching heat and coldness was like countless thorns piercing his body, as if to tear him apart alive.

"Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah!"

Caleb's screams pierced the air, like the howling of a wild animal at the last moment, with deep and helpless fear.

His body spasmed violently, his limbs twisted into shapeless, and he even curled up on the ground like a worm, holding his head tightly with both hands, his nails digging into his skin, and blood flowing 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.

His throat seemed to be burned by fire...

But he still couldn't help but let out a sharp scream, which continued to overflow and was out of his control. Even though the burning sensation became stronger and stronger, he couldn't stop like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Ding~

The mirror on the ground used to contact Damian slipped and hit the cold ground, making a crisp sound.

At the other end of the mirror, Damian's back was standing up at this moment. He instinctively felt a huge ominous aura, and cold sweat quietly seeped out of his palms.

Puff, puff, puff~

A blurry square block of color appeared on the mirror, and the picture was distorted as if it was bitten. He couldn't see what was happening on the other side, but he could hear Caleb's scream that went deep into his bones. The scream was high-pitched and broken, as if conveying unbearable pain and despair.

Damian's eyes became deep and gloomy in an instant. He tried to calm his mind, but the sharp howl made his hands unconsciously clenched, and his face turned pale.

"Please... forgive me... My Lord... Grand Lord... His Majesty Abraham..."

The purple-robed wizard's fingertips had been rubbed bloody by the cold and hard stone surface. His hands crawled weakly on the ground, as if he wanted to get closer to the figure standing in the shadow, like a drowning man in despair trying to grab a piece of driftwood.

The pain hit his brain like a tide, and every nerve was trembling in pain. The wailing sound from his throat was like crying and complaining in this dim space, which seemed particularly miserable.

"Those people... those operators... I didn't kill them... it was just an accident..."

His lips trembled, and he squeezed out the last of his strength from his throat to beg:

"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 with begging and fear.

The other party stared at him coldly, and there seemed to be no trace of pity in his eyes, as if this begging figure was just a pathetic toy, meaningless 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.

"Really, you are willing to do anything?"

The blond young man tilted his head slightly, with a smile on his lips, and his tone was so gentle that it was almost mild.

The purple-robed wizard nodded frantically, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he seized the opportunity to survive:

"Yes! Anything is fine!"

Xia Xiu lowered his eyes, rubbed his chin, and muttered thoughtfully:

"Purple robe, red robe... There are already two."

He smiled gently, raised his head, and his face was still smiling warmly, "There is still a silver robe missing."

The purple-robed wizard's face suddenly showed unnatural tension. He secretly guessed the other party's next question in his heart, but 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 voice was slightly elongated, like an invisible chain wrapped around the purple-robed wizard, gradually tightening, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"I...I..."

The purple wizard opened his mouth and tried to answer, but a deeper fear quietly rose in the depths of his soul.

The Compulsory Secret Keeper Curse, that terrible chain-like magic, had already deeply bound his soul and the secret together.

He no longer even remembered the specific content of the spell, but he knew that as long as he tried to reveal it, fear and pain would immediately sweep over and devour his soul.

He tried to recall the secret.

Dongdongdong————

Then, his heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp thorn, and the suffocating oppression continued to rise from the depths of his soul, making his body almost limp to the ground.

His throat seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, cold, heavy, and difficult to breathe.

The unquestionable power was like a shackle, completely locking his will.

In his mind, the confinement of the Compulsory Secret Keeper Curse was like an iron chain ruthlessly wrapped around his thoughts, so that as long as he tried to tell a little secret related to the spell, he would immediately suffer a violent backlash from the depths of his soul.

The Compulsory Secret Keeper Curse——He was no stranger to this terrible spell (curse).    Different from the normal Secret Keeper Charm, the Compulsory Secret Keeper Charm 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 Charm can lock the secret deep into a person's soul, and it cannot be peeped or obtained by any force unless the Secret Keeper reveals the secret himself.

The Compulsory Secret Keeper Charm is to curse the Secret Keeper on the basis of 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. For this reason, this spell is considered an absolute test of loyalty.

And now, he is almost crazy because of this loyalty, and he wants to break free but can't do anything.

He swallowed hard, and sweat flowed down his pale cheeks and dripped to the ground.

His lips trembled slightly, vaguely revealing a painful struggle:

"I... I can't..."

His mind was in chaos, and the spell was like a huge stone, oppressing him. Even if he tried to speak, the language was frozen and couldn't come out.

He couldn't defeat the spell, just like he couldn't escape an invisible hand that was strangling his throat, and he felt extremely helpless in the suffocation.

"Why, are you silent?" Xia Xiu's tone was a bit playful, "Do you not want to say it, or... can't you say it?"

The purple-robed wizard's eyes gradually became blurred because of fear. He lowered his head, his throat was choked and he couldn't make any sound. The oppression of the confidentiality spell had crushed his will. He trembled and whispered:

"Please, forgive me... I... I really... can't say it..."

"Then you are teasing me?" The Lord of the Abyss asked back.

"No... Your Majesty Abraham, I absolutely don't!!"

The purple-robed wizard was extremely terrified, his fingers deeply grasped the cold ground, and the fear in his heart swept over like a flood.

He tried to say the name, or even just tentatively mentioned the identity of his companion, but every time the idea just came up, the magic restriction deep in his soul responded to him with more cruel pain, as if warning him not to think of violating the contract.

His dirty secret was covered up tightly, and as a secret keeper, he knew the threat of this spell to himself - trying to betray and 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 dripped down his forehead.

He wanted to ask for help and survive, but he was suppressed by the fear in his heart and the power of the forbidden spell and had no way to retreat.

The pain of heart-wrenching and bone-cutting was still tormenting him continuously, and it was a rhythmic torture.

At least, when he was talking to the Dark Lord, the pain of heart-wrenching and bone-cutting was alleviated, but after 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 reaction of this adult.

He carefully selected this "Soul-wrapping Grip" just to tear the helpless plea of ​​the humble person in front of him into a picture that satisfied the adult in the depths of this torture.

The old craftsman was calm, as he had already determined the true intention of the fourth sword-bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven. This was the conclusion he had drawn after careful consideration along the way.

The Dark Lord... Oh no, the great Lord Hugh Abraham came to Serpentis College on behalf of the Abyss, but the unruly people of the Naga Ring did not know the majesty of the Kingdom of Heaven, nor the dignity of the sword bearer, and tried to use the Crystal Wall System and the Book of Sages to coerce the Lord.

Lord Abraham did not use his own power because he was worried about destroying the friendship between the two (being expelled), and the reason why he was found by the Lord was because the Lord needed me to complete some small things for him, so as not to stimulate or lock the Crystal Wall System.

Undoubtedly, the great king in front of him came because he was dissatisfied with some "unruly people" in the Naga Ring who did not know the majesty of the Kingdom of Heaven.

The great king may not want to show his full strength in person, so as not to touch the Crystal Wall System of the academy, nor do he want to be involved in a direct confrontation with the Book of Sages, so he was fortunate to be chosen as the executor.

Because of this, he used the most torturous "Soul-twisting Grip" among the three spells engraved on the magic wand. The pain that eroded into the soul inch by inch was the punishment this person deserved.

In the dark room, Xia Xiu leaned over to pick up the Snake Eyes Scroll that had been thrown on the ground. The scroll unfolded in his hands, emitting a faint and cold light.

The texture of the paper was clearly visible, and the white footprints engraved on it flickered slightly.

The name next to the footprints was Damian Kelasel.

He was obviously moving quickly, pointing directly to 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, and he didn't even give a single extra glance to the purple-robed wizard who was curled up on the ground and wailing for mercy, just like treating an insignificant piece of garbage.

The old craftsman Satis on the side was always closely watching Xia Xiu's every move, trying to figure out his intentions.

When he saw that the master had lost all interest in the purple-robed wizard, and had not even shown a trace of pity or hatred, he already understood what Xia Xiu meant.

The master's intentions did not need to be stated: the value of this purple-robed wizard had been exhausted, and there was no need to keep him.

A cold light flashed across Satis's eyes, and he tightly grasped the silver magic wand in his hand.

He injected his spell power into it without hesitation, and the tip of the silver magic wand suddenly emerged with twisted light, and countless wriggling snake shadows intertwined and coiled in the shadows.

He gently uttered cold words and whispered:

"Soul-twisting grip!!!"

At the moment the spell was completed, the purple-robed wizard's body spasmed violently as if struck by lightning, and the pain seemed to penetrate into his bones and devour every inch of his nerves.

The purple-robed wizard Caleb lay on the cold ground, his body twitching violently, and his face was distorted by extreme pain.

"No... Don't!!!"

His eyes bulged out, covered with bloodshot, with a kind of madness and fear on the edge of life and death.

His fingertips grasped the ground, and his nails scratched cracks on the smooth stone bricks, accompanied by sharp scratching sounds, trying to peel off his own pain from his body.

However, the unspeakable pain had penetrated into his bones.

Every nerve was burned by the fire.

The crazy pain kept wandering and tearing in 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 couldn't even utter a complete syllable.

His limbs were tortured by the pain and curled up unconsciously, and his hands were tightly grasping his chest like a spasm.

The burning pain came from deep in his heart, making him almost suffocate.

His head kept hitting the ground, his forehead was broken, and blood slid down his cheeks.

His eyes had long been taken away by the pain, leaving only a blank silence.

As the old craftsman's magic power continued to deepen, the silver light like a cold snake shadow meandered up along his limbs, and finally climbed onto his head, imprisoning his entire soul and sinking into an endless abyss of pain.

The consciousness of the purple-robed wizard Caleb gradually blurred, but the pain did not diminish at all, and even became more piercing.

Tears, sweat and blood mixed on his face, blurring his vision, and his soul was torn apart inch by inch, as if cut into pieces, until it was completely devoured.

Finally, Caleb's breathing stopped, but the pain solidified on his face, leaving behind a curse-like wail that could never be erased.

The Purple Robe Wizard, the murderer of the Blood of the Dead in Gray Harbor, Vigna, died in excruciating pain, with tears and snot mixed on his face, making him look both miserable and funny.

Then, it was the next turn:

The Red Robe Wizard——

Damian Kelasel!