Extraordinary pedigree

Damian Kaylasel's living room.

The door is made of ancient snake bones, with a frightening cold touch, and is engraved with family runes, revealing a mysterious power in the layers of protection.

The room is covered with thick red and gold carpets, and in the center of the carpet, the family emblem is embroidered on it, symbolizing the noble and extraordinary bloodline of the pure-blooded Kaylasel family.

The walls on both sides of the room are covered with battle scene murals, depicting the mighty and heroic figures of the Kaylasel family members summoning snake spirits.

However, a certain member of the Kaylasel family now is incompatible with the mighty family ancestors in the murals.

Damian's face was ashen, and his eyes fell on the broken mirror debris on the ground.

The mirror surface shattered into countless tiny lights, reflecting the faint light, as if hinting at some ominous omen.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of anger. Obviously, the horrible scene from the other end of the mirror just now shocked him.

"The Dark Lord..."

"We must run, we must tell our 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 Tome of the Serpent Spirit..."

He took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, and quickly reached out to the table with both hands - a Serpent Spirit Contract and his beloved 14-inch family wand.

He raised the wand in his hand, the whole body of which was carved with delicate snake scales, and a small metal snake chain wrapped around it was inlaid with the emerald of the family logo.

The snake head carving was lifelike, and the snake eye gem glowed evilly in the dim light, as if ready to release deadly magic at any time.

"Ride the wind!"

The red-robed wizard whispered a spell and cast [VII Ring·Wind Walk].

A stream of air swirled under his feet, wrapping him in the flowing air, and quickly rushed out 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 flashed by him.

However, in the intervals between the rapid progress, he couldn't help but feel a surge of regret and self-blame in his heart.

"Damn it, I was careless." He cursed in his heart, his face became even gloomier.

If he hadn't hastily pushed the task of receiving the Deer Academy Student Group to his sister Saphira, the situation would not be so bad - she took the opportunity to take his teleportation ring.

Thinking of this, Damian's face became uglier.

That was an extremely rare teleportation ring, and he actually gave it to Saphira easily, just because he thought that he was staying in the academy, and the threat of the Dark Lord could not get close at all.

Now this seemingly safe and worry-free environment has become his weakness.

Whoosh~~~

In the corridor where the wind was howling, Damian's speed was so fast that it tore the space, and the airflow under his feet almost became a distorted shadow.

However, just as he was moving forward, the space suddenly twisted into a spiral symbol, like a shrinking [∞].

The air stagnated instantly, and a powerful wave of magic power erupted as the symbol expanded. Then, a gray and black shadow appeared in front of him.

Two figures emerged from the rippling 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 power.

Xia Xiu, holding the Scroll of the Serpent Spirit, stood in front, with a faint light in his golden pupils and a calm expression, looking like a tourist who was casually watching the scenery on the journey.

The old craftsman Satis stood respectfully beside him, his black cloak silently fluttering with the air flow, as if a shadow was protecting the Dark Lord.

Damian frowned when he saw the two of them, and raised the venomous snake wood wand in his hand without hesitation, and cursed:

"Lightning Rush!"

[VI Ring Spell·Lightning Chain! ]

A blinding flash of lightning instantly burst out from the top of the wand, and strings of lightning coiled out like chains. The arcs whistled in the air like snakes, rushing straight at the two.

Almost at the same time, the old craftsman Satis smiled slightly, raised the silver Deathly Hallows in his hand, and calmly chanted:

"Lightning Rush."

His voice was low and steady, and the next moment, the current burst out from the top of the wand was more intense and swift than Damian's, rushing towards the other party like a thunder dragon wrapped in a gust of wind.

Crack--

Crack--

The two powerful lightning bolts collided violently in mid-air, and Damian's lightning chain was quickly torn apart and disintegrated by Satis's magic lightning. The lightning exploded in the air, forming dozens of hot arcs. The remnants of fire and electricity echoed in the corridor, and the air was filled with a burning smell.

However, Satis's spell was launched later, but it was even more violent.

After disintegrating Damian's electric chain, the current released by the silver magic wand continued to sweep up like a hungry lightning snake, heading straight for Damian.

The red-robed wizard's pupils suddenly shrank, and a flash of horror flashed across his face, but he reacted quickly, raised his magic wand and cursed again:

"Magic backlash!"

[Bloodline magic spell·Magic backlash! ]

His body trembled slightly, and he had obviously begun to feel the pressure of the opponent's magic.

At that moment, part of the lightning that was rushing was bounced off by the strong reflection magic on the magic wand, and shot towards the surrounding walls and the ground, sparks flew everywhere, and burn marks were left on the walls.

However, the red-robed wizard Damian's hand trembled slightly, his wrist was numbed by the backlash spell, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

As the wand continued to cast spells, sweat soaked his palms.

"With this level of blessing, the wand in his hand..."

He swallowed his saliva, looked at the two people opposite him with horror, and swept his eyes across the front.

At this time, the old craftsman's gray hood slipped off because of the strong wind caused by the spell bombardment.

When the familiar face was revealed, the pupils of the red-robed wizard Damian shrank slightly, and he spit out the other party's name in disbelief:

"Satis Elosak!?"

The red-robed wizard Damian stared at Satis Elosak, his eyes were full of strong anger and undisguised disgust.

The red-robed wizard clenched his teeth, his voice was mixed with deep anger, and tremblingly conveyed the kind of resentment unique to the betrayed.

"Satis Elosak! You corrupt traitor! How dare you betray the Naga Ring, betray the Serpent Spirit Academy, and even collude with such an evil existence!

Are you worthy of your family and the entire Naga Ring?! Just to cater to that... the incarnation that brings destruction! Sell out the faith you once swore allegiance to in 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, and the anger in his eyes burned more and more fiercely, and continued to roar:

"You are so shameful! Have you forgotten the power foundation of the Naga Ring? Do you know that your betrayal not only tore the protection of the crystal wall system, but also opened the door of the Serpent Spirit Academy, ushering in a disaster that you cannot understand!"

The old craftsman said slowly:

"Questioning also counts as time."

Damian was so angry that the wand in his hand trembled slightly, and the angry roar echoed in the empty corridor.

He suddenly remembered all the strange events during this period, and his eyes were almost cracked:

"This is all a nightmare-like chain of disasters! The abnormal movement of the crystal wall system, the so-called rumor of the arrival of the Dark Lord... It turned out to be like this!

The Lu Academy student group arrived, the academy needed a tour guide, and it happened to be my sister - my stupid sister was involved in all this! She foolishly asked you, an old man, to receive her, and you, a despicable traitor, got the academy's teleportation ring... Everything was a trap step by step! Until today's disaster!"

He was frightened by the "truth" he thought of, and his body retreated slightly, his expression was so gloomy that it almost dripped water.

The crystal wall system was torn, and it was suspected that the Dark Lord had arrived; the Lu Academy student group arrived, and the guide was needed; his sister found a candidate for the tour guide, and his precious teleportation ring was sent out in a daze; the old craftsman got the Parseltongue secret spell and entered the academy, and at the same time, his partner, the purple-robed wizard, also appeared.

Then there was a conversation with the purple-robed wizard tonight, and the death of the purple-robed wizard.

Then, the Dark Lord and his damn servants appeared! It was like a "disaster" that was accumulating continuously, a "mistake" that was accumulating continuously.

Thinking of this, the red-robed wizard felt a chill.

"The Dark Lord, the incarnation of disaster, Hugh Abraham, actually showed up here! It turns out that everything was planned by you, and I... I became a puppet in your disaster drama! Everything is under the control of the Lord of the Abyss, right?"

Damian's sight was locked by the golden eyes of the Lord of the Abyss, and fear came like a huge wave, making his heart almost jump out of his chest. He made a hissing and trembling voice weakly:

"You... You are that... Hugh Abraham, the Lord of the Abyss..."

"What do you want..."

Xia Xiu lowered his head slightly, slowly put away the Scroll of the Snake Spirit, and gently stroked the light that was slightly rising on the scroll, as if he knew everything.

A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he answered the red-robed wizard sincerely:

"I want to create a new world."

"What?"

Damian was stunned, his eyes full of shock and confusion. His mind was in chaos due to the weight of the other party's intention, and he could not understand the deep motivation 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:

"Ouroboros Curse·Soul-Twisting Grip!"

A twisted silver light stream surged from the top of the wand, sweeping towards Damian like a venomous snake.

The red-robed wizard who sensed the attack instantly raised his wand, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, but his eyes ignited the last will to fight.

He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly:

"Magic backlash!"

A blue electric barrier burst out from the top of the wand, blocking in front of him like a barrier, isolating the old craftsman's silver light stream.

Puff~

When the silver light and blue electricity collided, countless dazzling sparks burst out, and the electric current in the air sizzled, which was frightening.

The old craftsman narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the blue barrier in front of him, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Then, he raised his wand high, his tone was low and deadly:

"Soul-twisting grip!"

A thick black mist gushed out from the silver wand, carrying endless cold air and quickly invading Damian's barrier.

The moment the black fog touched the thunder barrier, it devoured the blue lightning like tearing it apart, gradually eroding Damian's defense into broken spots of light.

Damian's face changed slightly, and he quickly took a step back, waved his wand again, and roared:

"Breath of the giant snake!

A huge snake shadow made of thunder rushed out from the top of the wand, sweeping towards Satis and Xia Xiu with a deafening roar, trying to reverse the situation in this last blow.

The snake shadow opened its bloody mouth, and the electric current raged in the air, tearing cracks in the darkness of the corridor.

However, Satis's face did not change. He suddenly raised the Deathly Hallows and muttered:

"Lightning Strike! "

The silver light seemed to turn into an icy chain, which flew out from the top of the wand and tightly wrapped around the thunder snake. The chain tightly suppressed the snake's shadow, forcing it to gradually disintegrate and turn into scattered electric sparks, which slowly disappeared along with the smell of burning in the air.

Damian's face was ashen, and the slight tremor of the wand in his hand could not cover up 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 venomous snake:

"This is not your ability, Satis Elosak! You, a half-blood, can't have such a powerful force - it's the wand in your hand, right?

You betrayed us just for this wand? !

Surrender to the abyss for it? Have you forgotten the blood flowing in your body, you damn half-blood! "

The old craftsman shook his head slightly, his eyes calm but with a hint of coldness.

He raised the silver wand higher, and the faint silver light flowed on the wand, reflecting his old but resolute face.

"You are right, I will not make any excuses."

He spoke slowly, his voice was unusually calm.

"I did submit to His Majesty Abraham. But this submission was out of my own will. His Majesty gave me the right to choose, and my so-called "obedience" to the Kailasel family was an oppressed submission. "

"You, the Kailasel family, only know how to conquer, but have never really understood human nature. Although His Majesty is also a conqueror, he has the mind of a true monarch. His way of conquering is more tolerant and broad than yours. "

"I obey His Majesty, and I can have my own ideas; and when I obeyed the Kailasel family in the past, I only had the option of absolute obedience. "

Damian's face flushed instantly, and his anger almost exploded in his body.

"Hypocrisy! "

"Mutually--"

The old craftsman answered again, which made the red-robed wizard even more furious. He swung his wand forward, and his voice became even more piercing because of his anger:

"How dare you! You think you can defeat me with just a wand?"

"In the Ring of Naga, you are a mudblood for a day, and you will be a mudblood for life!"

Before he finished speaking, his fingers silently tore open a scroll of the Abyss Serpent that had been hidden in his sleeve for a long time, and instantly recited the ancient spell belonging to the Serpent Spirit family.

He recited the fifth-level Parseltongue, and at the same time activated his other blood suppression spell belonging to the Auror.

The face of the red-robed wizard Damian quickly turned pale like a piece of paper at the moment of the blood suppression spell, as if all the blood had been drawn out.

The so-called blood suppression spell is to suppress the magic power of non-pure-blood wizards within a specific range through the blood mark engraved on the "Book of Sages", making it difficult for the other party to use high-level magic. This spell is effective against half-bloods and Muggles. The bloodline suppression technique is particularly effective for the descendants.

And the more you want to suppress, the more blood you need to burn. At this moment, anger surged in his heart, and the red-robed wizard who hoped to escape directly burned one-third of his blood to suppress this damn mudblood.

At this moment, the power of blood suppression was like an invisible shackle, heavily oppressing 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 he kept calculating the last chip in his hand.

He quickly tore open the scroll of the Abyss Serpent, and the low Parseltongue voice squeezed out from his lips and teeth, like a low and hoarse curse:

"Basilisk! "

The air suddenly became icy cold, and an illusory giant snake emerged from the darkness. The huge [God Evil Basilisk] crawled out from another space. The green snake scales flashed with strange cold light, and black venom dripped from its fangs, making a harsh sound that corroded the air.

The giant snake stared at the old craftsman, and the terrifying murderous intent came to his face.

However, Damian placed all his bets on his escape plan at this moment - he knew that the Lord of the Abyss could not easily use his power, so he borrowed the hand of Satis, a half-blood, to achieve his goal.

"Kill the mudblood... delay the Lord of the Abyss... delay long enough to pass on the news that he entered the academy. "

These thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and a smug sneer appeared on the corners of his mouth. Taking advantage of the moment when the giant snake Basilisk pounced on the old craftsman, Damian suddenly activated the Wind Walk Technique, and the whole person turned into a swift shadow and rushed towards the exit.

Just when he thought he had won, a low and slightly lazy voice slowly sounded from behind him, with an irresistible force:

"Dawn·Vulcan·Open the way."

Boom——

Everything in the air was instantly ignited, and the heat wave swept in, 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 the air and twisting it.

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 it struggled for long.

Damian turned his head stiffly, an 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's even more suffocating is that there is a looming [Crown of Thorns] floating 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 field·expansion——]

[Unique logo·Crown of Thorns! 】

[Third Authority (Metatron): Book of Order (Book of Conquest of All Realms)]

[Element 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 hint 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 and adapt, sometimes these ancient methods are more suitable for dealing with extreme apocalyptic 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 unbridled as he was in his own home.

Snap——

"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. Therefore, in this environment, I developed several new spells. In the future, these spells will be standard spells for my students. Don't worry, I will mention one in the textbook. Mouth your contribution.”

He turned his eyes to the old craftsman Satis standing aside, with a warm smile, and continued:

"You know, Satis, I call these open series of spells the 'Ouroboros Series'.

Now, as you watch, I'm 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. You should be more careful this time and study carefully. "

Xia Xiu slowly raised the silver wand, a pair of cold golden eyes flashing in the dim light, like a giant snake on the hunt.

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 straight at him.

Damian subconsciously wanted to raise his wand to resist, the spell 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 let out a low gasp. However, no matter how hard he tried, his body was restrained by cold chains, and even the slightest trembling of his muscles was difficult to achieve.

For an instant, Damian's entire body felt like it was being pressed down by a thousand pounds of force, his limbs were stiff, and his eyes were wide open.

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 others, I hope they use it as a body-holding spell, and it's a powerful body-holding spell."

Xia Xiu said, and 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 it 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, and gently raised the wand upwards. Damian's body instantly lifted off the ground, was thrown into the air, and then fell suddenly.

With a thud, he fell to the ground, face down, lying awkwardly on the floor.

"Most people can't do what I do."

Xia Xiu smiled calmly and waved his wand gently. Damian was lifted up by an invisible hand and flew into the air again.

The Dark Lord waved his wand gently, as if directing a grotesque farce. Damian, the red-robed wizard, began to spin in the air, his feet backward and his head forward, even turning upside down.

In the end, he was forced to spin stiffly in a posture that ordinary people could not achieve, with his arms raised high and his legs twisted. His joints were no longer constrained by the flesh, but completely became the plaything of the Dark Lord's mind.

As the wand drew a half arc downward again, Damian, the red-robed wizard, fell backward and sat heavily on the ground. However, before he could relax, his arms were raised again as if pulled by a rope, and the whole person was ruthlessly pulled into the air and fell heavily again.

The Dark Lord's eyes were filled with cold amusement, and his fingers flexibly drew a few lines on the wand. Damian's body immediately followed his changing trajectory, swaying in the air, like a puppet without dignity.

The body of the red-robed wizard was thrown to the ground again and again, and blood was oozing from his lips.

The Dark Lord's smile was still gentle and calm, and he said to Damian, who had a dull look and drooling, "Don't worry, you can't die now."

He knew that the other party's soul imprisoned in his body could hear this sentence, but the other party had lost control of his body now, so he could only reply monotonously with drooling:

"Aba Aba Aba~~"

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