Extraordinary pedigree

Naga Ring·Akaresi Continent.

Akaresi Continent is located in the southern part of the Naga Ring plane, accounting for about 25% of the total land area of ​​the entire plane. It is the core area of ​​poison and snake spirit magic, and it is also the gathering place of poison swamps, dense jungles, snake spirits and magical toxin creatures.

Nevahban Prison is secretly located here.

The thick stone walls are covered with old poison swamp moss, and the surrounding jungles are dense and gloomy, emitting pungent moisture.

The magic barrier appears and disappears under the impact, with an ominous black light, as if crying.

This place is regarded as an artificial wetware processing plant by Aurors.

At this moment, it is like a purgatory on earth.

"Roar hiss hiss~~~"

The roar broke out from every corner of the prison, and the roar of the snake spirits echoed between the walls. Those heart-pounding sounds were like violent heartbeats, constantly stirring the suppressed hearts of every prisoner.

The huge Medusa snake monster hovered in the prison hall, threatening any prisoner who tried to resist.

They opened their huge mouths, spitting out scarlet snake tongues full of venom, and their eyes emitted a cold light of death. Under the spells of the Aurors, they mercilessly tore apart the souls that dared to approach.

The Aurors stood coldly beside the basilisk, their eyes flashing with undisguised contempt and anger.

Their black cloaks were blown by the wind, and the metal armor shone with dazzling light in the sun.

They raised their wands and cursed the prisoners wantonly, with a mocking smile on their lips.

"Look at you low-level half-bloods and dirty mudbloods!"

An Auror sneered, pointing his wand directly at a fallen prisoner, with a shuddering contempt in his voice.

"Nevaheban is your only destination, scum! Still want to break free?"

"You don't even have the qualifications to stand!" Another Auror raised his wand and roared, throwing a lightning-like spell at the prisoner not far away.

"Damn pigeons, damn Dark Lord!!"

"If those pigeons hadn't suddenly exploded, shattered the cage, and the splashing holy damage had killed the soul-sucking snake monster, do you think you could have gotten out!"

"Dare to resist? Dream on! Wait, the Kailasel family will not let you go!

Boom--

Boom--

Boom--

In the cold air of Naiwaheban, the embers of the self-explosion of the Holy Spirit pigeons were still floating, carrying some traces of holy light, bringing a strange brightness to this dark prison. .

The Aurors waved their wands angrily amidst the curses, and the Medusa snakes cruelly petrified the escaped prisoners. The pigeons that exploded in the air were hit by magic, scattering tiny fragments of holy light, which were swallowed up by the heavy darkness in an instant.

In this chaotic light and shadow, Frederick Reid slowly stood up.

He was tall but a little thin, with gray hair that was scattered on his shoulders in a mess, silently telling of his dark fifteen years.

His left eye There was a hideous scar on his face, extending from the brow bone to the cheekbone, like a deep mark left by the knife of time. The slightly whitened scar revealed a cruel and tenacious power.

The worn prison uniform was covered with dust and blood, and the sleeves and trouser legs were torn, revealing his skin covered with old wounds.

His cheeks were slightly sunken, but the look in his eyes was more blazing than anyone else.

His hands were covered with blood, and between his fingers he was still tightly holding the wand that he had snatched from an Auror. The original exquisite carving of the wand was now tightly held by his fingers, stained with bright red marks.

Frederick raised his head and looked up at the crack above the prison. The sun shone through the slightly opened gap and shone on his shoulders.

He squinted his eyes, feeling the warm touch of the sun. The long-lost light penetrated the darkness in his heart, making him feel a kind of freedom that was lost and regained.

However, before Frederick could feel the freedom, he heard the voice that made him feel extremely disgusted.

"Mudblood, get out of here!!!" "

The prison guard, Fernando Kelasel, was obese and wore a heavy black robe. His stubby fingers grasped the magic wand, and he had a grim smile on his lips, staring at the trembling prisoners like a venomous snake.

He roared rudely, his voice harsh and full of contempt.

The prison warden's fat cheeks flushed with anger, and his eyes were full of disgust for the prisoners.

"Hiss~"

"Hiss~"

As he roared, terrifying night shadow snakes gradually emerged in the air around him, as if they were awakened from the darkness and emerged silently.

These night shadow snakes were translucent like thick fog, with giant python-like bodies winding and coiling, more than ten meters long, and covered with black smoke-like scales. The piece of the snake spirit was slightly waving, exuding a strange and oppressive atmosphere. The dark green eyes on the snake spirit's head were as bright as a ghost fire in the dark, revealing bloodthirsty and ruthless coldness.

They opened their mouths full of sharp teeth and spit out dark poisonous mist, which made people feel chilled to the bone when they approached, as if the darkest memory in their heart was 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 the existence of Naiwaheban is not only to imprison, but also to "feed" - to feed these night shadow snake spirits through the pain and despair of the prisoners.

The snake spirits will slowly and greedily absorb the magic power of the prisoners like loyal vampires, and drain those weak life forces bit by bit.

As time goes by, they will possess or coil around the prisoners, turning every breath into a painful torment.

The prisoner's magic power is extracted and flows into the magic storage device deep in the prison, turning into a continuous source of energy to support the shield and defense array of Naiwaheban.

Those prisoners who have been entangled by the Night Shadow Snake Spirits will involuntarily reveal fear whenever they see the figures of these snake spirits again.

Because the adsorption process called "snake kiss" will completely deprive people of the light in their hearts and bring endless despair.

The snake spirit can drag the prisoners into the abyss of memories, forcing them to repeatedly experience their most painful memories. Any happiness and hope will disappear without a trace under the erosion of the snake spirit, replaced by deep sadness, and any hope will be torn apart.

At this moment, under the snake 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 empty, and they were immersed in endless despair.

Some prisoners have lost interest in life, and there is not even a glimmer of hope in their eyes. This is the moment when the snake spirits can absorb magic to the maximum extent.

Fernando Kailasel narrowed his eyes, sneered, and crossed his arms, watching the rioting prisoners retreat step by step under the pressure of the Night Shadow Snake Spirit with mockery.

The Night Shadow Snake Spirit hovering beside him stared coldly at the surroundings, with green eyes flashing cold light, and a few wisps of dark poisonous mist drifting out of their mouths, making the air even colder and more oppressive. Fernando mocked in a low voice:

"The vulnerable mudblood, even the will is so fragile, how can it be compared with our Kailasel bloodline?"

"Hehehe~~~~"

His triumphant laughter echoed in the darkness, sharp and piercing.

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 out from the darkness, breaking the desperate silence. Frederick Reid stood out in 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 spat out a few words:

"Ouroboros Curse·Life-eating Bite!!!"

A silver-white light quickly lit up at the top of the wand, and the light twisted and condensed into an [∞] symbol, glowing with ominous silver light, like the whisper of the god of death.

The silver light became more and more dazzling, like the cold moonlight, piercing people's hearts.

The prisoners couldn't help but close their eyes, and the hissing sound in the air around them suddenly became piercing, as if tens of thousands of poisonous snakes were roaring deadly at the same time.

"What the hell is that..."

The smug expression on Fernando's face disappeared instantly, replaced by astonishment and fear.

He subconsciously waved his wand, trying to use a counterattack to block this deadly light, but his spell seemed so powerless in front of the silver light.

The silver-white light penetrated his defense like a living thing and hit his chest hard.

At that moment, his body twitched violently, as if pierced by countless cold poisonous stings.

Fernando's eyes suddenly widened and his mouth opened, as if he wanted to roar or curse, but he couldn't even make a sound.

The silver light swam in his body like a venomous snake, drilled into his flesh and blood, and spread 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 weird twisted posture, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The silver light gradually peeled off from his body, turning into a little bit of dissipated light, and as the remaining light in the air drifted away, Fernando Kailasel's life was completely devoured by the spell and turned into a lifeless corpse.

The Aurors around could hardly conceal their shock. They stared at Fernando Kaylaser's body in amazement, as if they could not accept that the warden would fall to the hands of the prisoners.

The arrogant eyes in the past now revealed a rare fear.

The silver light gradually dissipated from Fernando's body, like countless tiny dust, drifting in the air with the wind, taking away his ridiculous arrogance and life.

The prisoners also stopped, and the shock in their eyes revealed a trace of unexpected awe and fear.

Those who escaped when the Holy Dove detonated the prison were originally just fleeing in a panic and in a mess, like a group of headless flies trying to find a way to survive 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 did not understand whether the Dark Lord's arrival could really change the corrupt rule of the Naga Ring and whether it could shake the foundation of the Kaylaser family.

Those struggling in despair could hardly imagine...

A new order is coming!

Only Frederick Reid could truly feel the power and determination under the heavy pressure from the Dark Lord's declaration.

In the light of the self-destructing Holy Dove, he quickly got inspiration from the three Ouroboros spells left by the Dark Lord. These three spells were Life-Eating Bite, Soul-Twisting Grip and Heart-Seizing Eye.

Each spell contained murderous intent and tyrannical rules, and the most deadly one was the "Life-Eating Bite" he had just cast.

Frederick recalled the moment of enlightenment when he cast this spell:

It is like an unreasonable and overbearing magic, temporarily borrowing the power of some higher existence, prying an irresistible death rule, forcing the physiological function of the human body to enter the "wrong" death program.

Once this spell is cast, it is like death itself is summoned. No matter how strong the defense is, the spell will still trigger the death mechanism without hindrance, making everything in the human body run towards the result that will cause death. This is simply a forced deconstruction of the essence of life.

He looked down at the bloody wand in his hand. The wand still exuded a cold silver light between his slightly trembling fingers, as if reminding him of the price of the fatal blow just now.

Frederick's mouth curled up a smile, which was full of ridicule, contempt, and even a little relief.

His eyes fell on Fernando's body. The Auror who once looked down on him with contempt no longer had the breath of life, and only the cold body was left.

But this short-lived victory did not bring him a moment of respite.

At the moment he looked up, the Aurors around him waved their wands at the same time, with anger and vigilance in their eyes.

They cursed in a low voice, and injected the magic power in their hands into the snake spirits with disdain and fear.

Hundreds of night shadow snake spirits, under the control of the Aurors, rushed towards Frederick like a black tide.

They coiled like giant pythons, their dark green eyes stared at this "dangerous prisoner", and their mouths were filled with dark poisonous mist, shrouded in a corrosive chill.

Each snake spirit was like the god of death in the dark, slowly approaching, and the air gradually filled with a suffocating sense of oppression, and darkness and despair rushed towards him from all directions like a tide.

Frederick stood in the center of the snake spirit siege, his heart pounding, his fingers gently stroked the bloody wand, and his fingertips were stained with the temperature of his own blood.

His eyes pierced through the snake spirits that surrounded him like a sharp blade, but his consciousness could not help but go back to the distant and painful memories - that was before the riot, in the shadow of the cell, facing the endless darkness and the abyss of despair.

At that time, he curled up in a corner of the cold cell, looking at the sky that had long been covered with empty eyes, and only relying on the remaining memories to piece together the bright starlight.

Starlight means freedom, and means the boundless space beyond imprisonment, but for him, it is more like a dream that can never be reached.

Outside the cell is a free world, but the iron walls and thick stone walls around him have long become a part of his life, locking him in an unshakable darkness.

Time has become a meaningless thing here, flowing day after day, as if to completely annihilate his will.

He seemed to hear the whisper of time, and the mockery of every second seemed to come to his ears, pulling him into a deeper abyss.

But at the deepest part of the endless despair, a faint fire suddenly ignited from his heart, like a tenacious spark.

It was weak, but stubbornly refused to extinguish, like the firmness and indomitable spirit that his mother's gentle hand had whispered in his ear.

At that moment, Frederick felt that his heart had loosened a little. The light could not illuminate the entire darkness, but it could guide him to a glimmer of light on the road to the future.

The cage that had been suppressed for many years was broken on this day, and the dawn of redemption illuminated the cold and damp prison.

He heard the declaration of the Dark Lord, and he saw the holy dove soaring over the entire Naga Ring.

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 turning into nothingness in the glimmer of dawn.

However, the hissing of snakes around always made Frederick's thoughts wander back to that painful past again.

Frederick Red was born in a complex and discriminatory environment.

Although his father has some blood of the Kaylaser family, he is despised for his mixed-blood identity, and his mother is an ordinary Muggle.

His father was only close to his mother because he was greedy for her appearance. Frederick's birth was not expected. As a bastard, he was despised and bullied since childhood.

In the wizard view of the Hundred Layers World, mixed-blood wizards are often discriminated against by pure-blood wizards, and Frederick is no exception.

His father was even ashamed to acknowledge his existence. Whenever he was slightly dissatisfied, he would beat him up, and even called him a "dirty mudblood", trying to suppress him with violence.

However, his mother was Frederick's pillar. She always encouraged him, soothed his wounded heart with her gentle hands, and taught him never to give in.

His mother's encouragement planted the seeds of resistance in Frederick's heart.

He learned to fight back with his fists when he was a child, and after learning magic, he used a wand to maintain his dignity.

After entering Serpentis College, he joined the Mystic Scales faction, quickly emerged and became a prominent figure in the school.

But his aversion to pure-blood wizards deepened day by day, and he did not hide his hostility towards the Kaylaser family.

Those pure-blood wizards who despised him predicted that he would be sent to the Navahe class one day for resisting the authority of the Aurors, and finally that day did come.

Youthful frivolity always has to pay a price, and Frederick also paid the price of blood for his arrogance.

When he was about to graduate, he participated in the historic "Blood Moon Night" event, which was a fierce resistance of half-blood wizards and Muggle descendants against the hegemony of pure-blood wizards.

When the blood moon came, Frederick and a group of half-blood wizards planned a radical ceremony. They tried to awaken the original power of the snake spirit and break the pure-blood wizards' control over the snake spirit contract, so that the ancient magic could also be used by them.

However, they underestimated the restrictions set by the pure-blood wizards in the ceremony.

When they tried to communicate with the snake spirit, the Kaylaser family launched a fatal counterattack with blood suppression, cutting off their connection with the source of magic.

The half-blood wizards and Muggle descendants were completely suppressed by the pure-blood wizards. Many participants died tragically, and those who were considered "useful" were sent to Naiwaheban for imprisonment for future experiments.

What made Frederick even more painful was that his mother was killed by his father during the turmoil. In order to show his loyalty, his father sacrificed her life and completely cut off his relationship with Frederick.

After killing his mother, his father left a deep impression on Frederick:

"Frederick, it's all your fault!!!"

"Your mother died because of you, and I am ashamed of you!!!"

This sentence became a sting in his heart, making him regret for the rest of his life.

His father was right, his mother died because of him.

This will be a scar for his whole life.

After that, Frederick was imprisoned in Naiwaheban for fifteen years and suffered torture.

He was imprisoned in the toxic isolation area, his magic was suppressed, and he could only silently endure the various pains imposed by the jailer 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 youth to a weathered middle-aged man now.

Frederick paid a high bill for his youthful recklessness.

Frederick closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but the coldness penetrated his nerves like a sting - it was the coldness brought by the "snake kiss", which he was very familiar with.

He began to recall that night, which was the beginning of all nightmares.

That night, the blood moon was hanging in the sky, and the red light fell like a curse.

They gathered in the depths of the dense forest, waiting for the response of the snake spirit, waiting for the primitive power to break the control of the pure-blood wizard. However, what awaited them was the suppression of the Kaylaser family. The wands broke, the spells failed, and blood flowed on their faces.

The screams continued.

In the vague memory, he returned to his father's face - with a grin and contempt.

That day, his father shot 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 a harsh venomous snake, drilling into his eardrums fiercely, along with the bloody scar, forever branded on his face.

At that moment, Frederick felt that his dignity was like a torn piece of cloth, floating in the air, and could never be regained.

The "Snake Kiss" quietly climbed up his soul, stripping away his only remaining emotions and warmth.

The group of snake spirits - those monsters that disgusted and frightened him, their existence brought bone-chilling coldness, like the night of winter pressing on him, even the scorching heat of midsummer could not bring any warmth.

That kind of coldness came from the depths of his soul, devouring his consciousness bit by bit.

In that deep cold, Frederick felt his humanity being stripped away and his light being destroyed.

The snake spirits coiled around him, with a cold green light flashing in their eyes. They absorbed everything from him in the cold, taking away the little warmth and emotions he had left, slowly and carefully.

Under the "Snake Kiss", his happiness and his positive emotions became untouchable phantoms.

He was forced to repeatedly experience those darkest moments - his father's disgust, his mother's tragic death, the failure of the blood moon night...

Those painful experiences were layered and magnified endlessly under the oppression of the snake spirits, and an endless abyss pulled him into it.

Every memory brought him closer to the edge of collapse.

Many times, he wanted to end himself and end this endless torture, but his mother's voice always appeared when he was most desperate:

"Nothing can crush a person forever, as long as you are willing to stand up."

Boom! ! !

At that moment, his heart jumped suddenly, and he felt more tenacious than ever before.

He slowly opened his eyes, broke free from the control of the "snake kiss", and returned to reality. He looked around, and saw angry and shocked Aurors in front of him. The snake spirits in a circle were still circling around him, and the other prisoners around him were still immersed in the "snake kiss", with pain on their faces and fear in their eyes.

Seeing that he had broken free from the "snake kiss", the Aurors around him widened their eyes and couldn't believe what they saw.

"How could he...get rid of the 'snake kiss'?" An Auror muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Impossible! How could this inferior half-blood break free from the 'snake kiss'? Even the most determined pure-blood wizards can't do it!" Another Auror growled hurriedly, with extreme anxiety on his face.

"What kind of power is this? What on earth is he...!" The third Auror's voice trembled slightly, and the wand in his hand even shook slightly out of fear.

The surrounding snake spirits twisted their blurred bodies restlessly and spit out snake tongues at Frederick.

"Hiss hiss~~"

"Hiss hiss~~"

As the snake spirits surrounded and approached him, Frederick raised his bloodstained magic wand and slowly placed it on his forehead.

Fifteen years of imprisonment in Naivaheban, the pain and despair, countless sufferings and painful memories, had already tempered his soul like cold iron.

He closed his eyes, feeling the flame that never went out in his chest, and the declaration brought by the Dark Lord's Holy Dove faintly echoed in his ears, and the power of the Ouroboros gradually reverberated in his heart.

This was the magic he had comprehended - a law that could not be released by the magic net, a power forged by despair in the long imprisonment and tempering.

Now, under the revelation of the Dark Lord, he finally awakened it completely.

This power seemed to have crossed the endless darkness deep in Naivaheban and connected to an older and more mysterious source.

That was the word that was burned and forbidden by the Naga Ring - ether.

If he were in Terra, he would know that the academic name of what he had comprehended was: [Module].

"Call the Gods and Guardians. Call the Shadow Snake Spirit!!!"

His deep voice was filled with determination and uncontrollable power, and each sound was like thunder.

As soon as the words fell, a crushed [∞] symbol suddenly appeared on Frederick's forehead, emitting a faint silver light, like a hot brand, deeply imprinted in his soul.

With the power of the Dark Lord, he began to contact the true source of the extraordinary for the first time.

The symbol slowly rotated, surging with mysterious power, attracting all eyes in the darkness to him.

As the symbol shone, a silver-white light rapidly expanded behind him, becoming brighter and brighter, until the cold air of the entire Naiwaheban was filled with cold light, like a ray of moonlight pouring down, reflecting in the dark and corrupt prison.

The light gradually condensed into shape, and a huge holy snake slowly appeared, its body like flowing silver water, revealing a soft and cold luster like the moon.

It was fifteen meters tall, with a cold light in its eyes that penetrated everything. Its silver body was flawless and solemn, and it was surrounded by an inviolable majesty that was terrifying.

It quietly lingered beside Frederick, like an ancient guardian god that had come from a distant time and space to appear in the world for him.

The holy snake raised its head slightly, and the cold light in its eyes swept across the densely packed snake spirits around it.

"Roar--"

Those night shadow snake spirits were once the nightmare of the prison and the soul-eating death god of Nawaheban, but now they trembled under the light of the holy snake and made a shrill hissing sound.

The snake spirits twisted their bodies, as if they were escaping from the irresistible oppression of death.

But in the face of this absolute power, even their chance to struggle seemed small and insignificant.

The holy snake gently spit out a ray of silver light, covering all the snake spirits, and the light burned them like a flame, instantly turning them into countless black ashes.

In less than a moment, the silver light dissipated, and the snake spirits circling around were devoured by the light of the Holy Snake and turned into dust, as if they had never existed.

The shadows and resentment left in the air were swept away in an instant, and the cold atmosphere of the prison was torn into a faint light.

However, the light was too short-lived. Frederick looked down at the wand in his hand, and heard a "click". The wand broke and scattered at his fingertips.

"Huhuhuhu——"

He knelt on the ground, his chest heaving violently, and his spirituality was completely drained.

The guardian spirit behind him also gradually dissipated at this time, and the silver light drifted in the air.

The surrounding Aurors were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes were filled with horror and anger, and more of a fierce killing intent.

They saw a kind of power that violated the order, and the fear in their eyes covered all the usual arrogance.

Someone roared loudly, breaking the brief silence:

"Kill him! Kill him now! Never let this kind of power appear in the Naga Ring!"

In an instant, the surrounding Aurors raised their wands, their eyes flashing with cold murderous intent, chanting spells, and the tips of their wands flashing with terrifying light.

Deadly spells attacked Frederick one after another, and those spells that bloomed with strange light condensed into a deadly firepower network, bound to tear him apart completely.

Frederick knelt on the ground, his eyes showing fatigue, but the unyielding light was still burning.

He held the broken wand tightly, raised his hand with a slight tremor, trying to resist the overwhelming murderous intent.

Boom————

The monstrous spells attacked him.

Buzz——

Just when those spells were about to hit him, a low hum suddenly sounded in the air.

Following this strange vibration, two distorted [∞] symbols appeared in front of Frederick. The space was torn apart by an invisible force, twisting and reflecting another different dimension.

In the depths of this distorted space, two figures slowly emerged and stood in front of Frederick.

The leader had blond hair and golden eyes, and a handsome face. His dark windbreaker outlined his upright figure. His eyes under the black hat were cold and sharp, like a flame. His right hand gently grasped a 15-inch silver wand, and his body exuded a fierce sense of oppression.

Next to him stood a beautiful woman with long emerald green hair tied into a braid and clear emerald green eyes.

Her face was a beautiful mixture of firmness and tenderness. Her figure was plump and upright, and she wore a pair of glasses on her nose, revealing calmness and wisdom.

When Xia Xiu emerged from the space and saw the overwhelming spell, he simply raised the wand in his hand and waved it gently.

[Dawn·Vulcan·Open the way! ]

The temperature around him rose suddenly, and a circle of blazing flames sprang up from around him, turning into a thick wall of fire, swallowing all the attacking spells.

The moment the flames and spells met, those deadly spells collapsed instantly, as if they melted in this heat and turned into invisible ashes.

The wall of fire stayed in the air for a short moment, and then spread out like a tide, covering the entire prison crowd in the flames.

This fire was like the flames of purgatory, burning the confidence and arrogance of the Aurors into ashes.

"Ahhh————"

"Ahhh————"

Most of the prisoners were not affected by the heat of the flames, and looked at the scene in front of them in amazement. However, many Aurors and a few villains who had participated in suppressing the prisoners struggled in pain in the flames. Their bodies were engulfed by the flames, and they screamed miserably, piercing the night and echoing throughout the entire Navahe class.

The light of the flames reflected on Xia Xiu's face, outlining his handsome and unparalleled outline like a god.

As the flames flickered, his golden eyes were like flowing golden flames, deep and cold.

He gently took off his black hat and stood in the firelight, with the corners of his clothes slightly lifted in the hot airflow, like a messenger of judgment descending from the sky. He slowly turned sideways and looked at Camille beside him, his voice low and firm:

"The Auror class and the magic aristocracy class, as the ruling class of the old sage system, control the resources and economic power of the magic network, and maintain this decadent exploitation system. Their arrogant bloodline interests are deeply rooted, and they want to strangle all changes."

"Therefore, they are the main enemies of the sage revolution."

Camille nodded slightly, and Xia Xiu's eyes moved to Frederick, who was kneeling on the ground not far away, covered in blood.

Frederick stared blankly ahead, as if he had not yet completely escaped from the abyss of despair.

Xia Xiu continued to say to Camille:

"And the oppressed spellcaster class, they have no magic network property, and no interests that can be exploited. It is their thorough anti-Auror stance that makes them the real main force of this sage revolution."

The fire flickered around, and the air was filled with burning residual heat.

Frederick trembled all over, and his eyes gradually filled with hope and enthusiasm.

He looked like a devout believer who had seen the Lord's revelation.

He moved his body with difficulty, knelt on his knees, and crawled forward step by step in the direction of Xia Xiu.

His arms trembled, like a person struggling in the darkness, finally seeing the guiding light.

He looked up at the angel, with desire, reverence and almost pious prayer in his eyes, as if he saw God coming to the world.

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, full of cracks and dirt left by 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 excitedly, his lips trembled slightly, and tears slid silently, dissolving 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 his words were filled with deep reverence and desire.

His tears poured down like a spring, and his usually unyielding and cold expression collapsed into endless tears and joy at this moment.

Years of pain and despair were vented at this moment, and he tightly grasped Xia Xiu's hand, as if this was the salvation of his life and the only belief that pulled him out of the endless abyss.

The angel lowered his eyes and looked at the man kneeling in front of him gently, without any disgust in his eyes, but with a trace of love and compassion.

He gently patted Frederick's shoulder, his voice low and soothing, like a loving elder comforting a child in pain.

"Don't be afraid, because I am with you; don't be panic, because I bring people who change; I will strengthen you, I will help you."

This warm comfort made Frederick's collapsed tears more turbulent, he knelt on the ground, crying, and all the pain was finally released.

The prisoners and Aurors present watched this scene quietly. The air seemed to be filled with an invisible force, oppressive and solemn. Everyone's heart was shocked by an indescribable emotion, either astonished, or afraid, or with deep awe.

On this day, they saw two "miracles".

Those who worked in the darkness crossed the fire in the dark night; they were originally imprisoned in the endless abyss, and their souls were tortured by the flames, but now they touched the long-lost light and witnessed the guidance of the light in the dark night.

The holy father came to the world, showing his great power and comforting the sufferers.

He soothed the pain with his comforting hands, allowing the tired to rest, and dispelled the haze of despair with an inextinguishable flame, so that the souls in suffering could see hope.

On this day, they witnessed the "miracle" - the hopeless regained hope, and the blinded were able to see the light again.

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[Current power release limit: 32.89%]

[Current magic network weaving: 6/7]

[Magic network collapse value range: 21.111%]

[Areas to be liberated: Akares, Zerkos, Lortan, Elsinya——]

[Akares: being liberated——]

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At this moment, everyone in the four lands of the Naga Ring received a nationwide notice from the wizard newspaper under the Snake Wall Council:

"The Abyss Lord from the Abyss has landed in Akares, and the Navaheban where criminals are detained has fallen."