Extraordinary pedigree

The capital of the continent of Akares is Sercassa.

In a secret room, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the dilapidated walls were covered with charred magic burn marks.

In the corner of the room, a broken magic mirror still emitted a faint light. The ground was littered with fallen bookshelves, broken magic bottles, and arcane runes emitting cold light.

A corner of the ceiling had collapsed, revealing the scarlet sky outside, dust was floating in the air like ghosts, and even the room itself was wailing.

In the center of the room, Samuel Kelasel, one of the Seven, was lying in a pool of blood. His whole body was covered in blood. There was a hideous wound on his chest that was as deep as the bone, and black and red liquid was slowly gushing out.

His face was full of resentment and pain, and his distorted features were almost unrecognizable.

He gritted his teeth and looked forward, his eyes piercing the enemy like venomous daggers.

"Aldris Velorion..."

His voice was hoarse, but full of hatred, cutting through the air like a curse:

"You damn bitch, you bastard, the Dark Lord's lackey!!!"

Samuel gasped violently, each word accompanied by sharp pain from the tearing wound, but he didn't care at all.

His voice gradually became louder, roaring with madness and despair:

"It's you! It's you who introduced the Emerald Witch into the Ring of Naga! It's you who introduced the Dark Lord into the Hundred-Level World!

You damn bitch! ! !

Do you think that by surrendering to the Dark Lord, the realm of Okrum will be able to sit back and relax?

Stop dreaming! ! ! "

Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, but his curses became more intense, as if he had exhausted the last bit of strength in his body:

"After the fall of the Naga Ring... no one will be able to drive out the Dark Lord! The entire Wizarding Alliance will be invaded by the Abyss, and all this!

This is all your fault! You are the sinner of the entire world! ! ! "

As he roared, the pool of blood on the floor gradually spread, staining the magic circle beneath him red.

His body twitched slightly, but his vicious eyes were still staring at the enemy in front of him.

Opposite him stood a huge owlbear.

Its white fur has been stained red with blood, and its body is covered with wounds. Its heavy breathing is mixed with a deep roar.

The owlbear's claws were still stained with wet blood, and its eyes were cold, staring at the dying Samuel without mercy.

Just as Samuel cursed in anger, the owlbear's body began to twist violently, its white fur gradually fell off, and its muscles and bones were rapidly reorganized in a strange way.

In a few breaths, the huge beast transformed into an older woman.

The woman's face was as pale as paper, full of weakness and fatigue after blood loss.

Blood dripped to the ground along the hem of her clothes, staining the cracked lines under her feet red.

Eldris Velorion stood there with cold eyes, as if she didn't hear Samuel's yelling and abuse.

Her expression was as cold as an ice sculpture, and there was neither pity nor pride in her eyes, only exhaustion and silent murderous intent.

The blood slid down her cheeks, mixed with dust and sweat, and flowed into her clothes, but she didn't care and just wiped it casually with her sleeves.

She raised her long staff and looked at Samuel's eyes full of resentment. Her tone was low but surprisingly calm:

"Forgive me, I have no choice."

Samuel's chest rose and fell violently, and the twisted expression on his face was like a mask on the verge of tearing.

A sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood foam splashed directly on Eldris' face.

Aldress just closed her eyes for a moment, and then her face remained expressionless.

“Fuck your shit!!!”

Samuel's voice was like the dying roar of a wild animal, piercing the dead silence in the room:

"You bitch! Traitor! You are no different than those mudbloods!

Do you think you won?

Hahaha...what a big joke! That bastard you thought you were following...the Fourth Sword Bearer in Heaven...Hugh Abraham...

Do you think he will leave you alone?

He is simply a scourge! What a disaster! Sooner or later he will drag you bastards with him to hell! "

Eldris remained silent, the staff in her hand lit up slightly, and a cluster of blue-white magic beams condensed at the front of the staff, like a spinning missile, making a subtle buzzing sound.

"Did you hear that?! You are all just a bunch of puppets! Do you think the Dark Lord is some kind of savior?

No, he will only devour, corrupt and destroy!

Just like you, Eldris, your hands are already stained with blood, is that enough?

Aren't you afraid of going to hell after death? ! Raised by a dog! "

Samuel continued to curse wildly, as if he was using his last strength to vent all his unwillingness and anger.

"You bitch! Just wait! When the Ring of Nagas becomes a garbage dump in the abyss, scum like you will be the first to be thrown in!!"

Eldris slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, she opened her eyes, her eyes as sharp as knives, and said coldly:

"Goodbye, Samuel."

boom--

With a deafening roar, rotating magic missiles shot out from the top of the staff, instantly piercing Samuel's chest.

The huge impact directly blew his upper body into pieces. Blood and pieces of flesh were splashed all over the dilapidated walls and floors, and the filthy breath filled the entire room.

The room was silent again, with only the sound of bloodstains slowly sliding down the wall. Samuel's head rolled to the side, his eyes wide open, as if he had died with his eyes open.

Eldris lowered her staff, looked down at the headless body on the ground, and said nothing.

She turned slowly and looked out the window.

Outside the window, the sky of Serkasa was dyed blood red by the fire.

A group of black magicians rode brooms and flew in the air recklessly, their laughter and spells were like crows flying across the night sky.

"For the great Abraham!!!"

"For the great Abraham!!!"

"For the great Abraham!!!"

Eldris's eyes narrowed slightly, and she saw that several teams of black magicians were divided into two groups, one group was flying towards her direction, and the other group was flying straight to...

Capital Newspaper.

She tightened the staff in her hand, her knuckles slightly whitened, and her figure seemed unusually lonely and cold in the dilapidated room.

"Kairasier... We have no choice. If the Auror is a shining firefly, then we are facing the sun. If the sun changes its trajectory so resolutely, then how unfair it is to the shining people, because we cannot resist; you have to know that when the sun shines, it hurts your eyes and mine, and in that full of scorching heat, there is also a kind of... teasing hidden."

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On this day, the sky of Sercasa was shrouded in a bloody dusk, and the air was filled with the smell of scorch and dust.

As Samuel Kailaser fell, his headless body lay on the broken floor of a secret room in Sercasa, and blood slowly seeped into the ground along the cracks, like a symbol of the city's last struggle.

The traitor Eldris Verorien ended the life of one of the Seven Lords of Kaylasel with a decisive means, opening the final prelude to the complete victory of the Dark Lord.

Sercasa fell.

The Dark Lord's flag was like a dark wave, instantly engulfing the ancient capital, marking the complete liberation of the Akares continent.

The old order of the wizard class collapsed in the successive offensives. The once high-ranking Kaylasel family was now like a monarch whose crown had been torn off, and could only kneel under the shadow of the power of the abyss.

The Deep Diver Corps wandered on the streets of Sercasa, with empty eyes and strange behavior, and the strange atmosphere enveloped every inch of the city.

At the same time, the Sercasa Capital Newspaper became the most symbolic existence in this storm.

Within an hour, two completely different headlines of this newspaper were sent to the entire magic network and the floo network.

On the first newspaper, the headline read:

"The Dark Lord is about to occupy Sercasa. Wizards, stand up, let's join hands to resist this evil tyrant! 》

The content of this newspaper is full of calls for resistance, trying to awaken the last hope of the wizarding class.

The virtual pages are full of oaths of loyalty to the Kaylasel family and the Aurors, as well as criticisms of the Dark Lord.

The article is full of inflammatory language describing how the Dark Lord's army is "brutal and ruthless" and "trampling on freedom."

However, when the Dark Lord and the Deep Diver Corps stepped into the newspaper building, everything changed dramatically.

Just one hour later, the headline of the Sercasa Capital Newspaper was updated again, becoming -

"The Holy Legion of His Majesty the Great Abraham Approaches Sercasa."

This new newspaper is extremely flattering, praising the Dark Lord's march as "the great cause of liberating the wizarding class" and praising the Green Witch Camille as "the light of hope for the ordinary wizarding class."

The article even detailed how the power of the Abyss would end the oppression of the Aurors and redistribute the resources of the magic network to "those who really need it."

The wizard editors and reporters in the newspaper were all silent.

They hurriedly wiped out the sentences that incited resistance in the previous newspapers, and even quietly destroyed the list of editors who had written articles of resistance.

They knew that if there was any mistake, the newspaper might be uprooted by the Dark Lord's army.

The figures of the Dark Lord walked through the streets of Sercasa, and the heavy footsteps and sharp whistling of brooms filled the ears.

On the streets, there were still sporadic Aurors who were resisting, but the power of the suppression field had already suppressed them to the point of being unable to fight back.

Some ordinary people of the wizard class stood behind the window and looked out carefully. They witnessed the city from a glorious wizard holy land to the territory of the Abyss Lord, and they were both terrified and confused.

The lights inside and outside the newspaper flickered, indicating the final extinction of the old order and the advent of the new order.

Within an hour, two completely different newspapers conveyed a fact that could not be ignored:

Sercasa has become a thing of the past, and the shadow of the "power of the abyss" is swallowing up every inch of light on this land.

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[Current power release limit: 88.89%]

[Currently destroyed the Demon Network Archons: 5/7]

[Magic Network collapse value: 93%]

[Akares continent liberation situation: liberated! ]

[Zelko continent liberation situation: 64%]

[Lortan continent liberation situation: 70%]

[Elsin continent liberation situation: 39%]

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Naga Ring·Elsinia Continent

Elsinia Continent, accounting for 10% of the area of ​​Naga Ring, is a land full of extremes and mysteries.

It has a vast coastline, bordering the terrifying storm sea.

"Swish, swish, swish~~~~"

"Swish, swish, swish~~~~"

"Swish, swish, swish~~~~"

The waves hit the steep cliffs, bringing waves of magic ripples, like invisible spells echoing between the land and the sea.

The climate here is changeable. Under the influence of strong ocean magic, the storm never stops in the cycle of the four seasons.

Especially when the three moon phases alternate, the storm becomes particularly fierce. Some invisible force is dominating everything, tearing and swallowing everything on the earth.

And the most extreme area of ​​this continent, the Arctic Circle, is now shrouded in a fierce blizzard.

In the fierce storm, the temperature of the entire Arctic Circle dropped sharply to -30℃, and the violent wind and snow were like a silver-white dragon, and there was only a cold vastness and roar between heaven and earth.

The sky was completely blocked by thick clouds, and the sunlight was excluded. Only the occasional ice crystals in the wind and snow reflected a glimmer of light, adding a strange atmosphere to this Jedi.

In the center of this Jedi where life was hard to survive, there stood a figure.

He seemed to be unaffected by any climate. Even if the wind whistled around him, it could not shake him at all.

He was a young man with blond hair and golden eyes. He was tall and slender, wearing a well-cut black windbreaker, the hem of which fluttered in the wind. He wore a black hat on his head, with the brim slightly lowered, covering his brow bone, but it could not block his bright golden pupils.

Those eyes were as bright as stars.

The blond young man held a silver cane in his right hand. The wind and snow whistled around him, but it seemed that there was some invisible barrier that kept the raging snow and frost a few steps away.

Xia Xiu gently pressed the hat on his head with his left hand and looked up at the sky.

Snowflakes fell on his shoulders, but melted quietly, leaving only a trace of unreal water vapor.

"That is... the crowned child..."

Xia Xiu muttered to himself, his voice low and with a hint of excitement. His golden eyes stared at the sky, and deep in the thick clouds, a huge city was hidden.

The thick clouds rolled endlessly, like countless sleeping dragons circling in the sky, covering the endless polar ice fields.

In the cold gray, a vague outline could be vaguely seen.

His golden pupils locked onto the depths of the clouds, and the gradually emerging scene was dazzling.

It was a floating city.

Its huge body was suspended above the wind and snow, stretching between heaven and earth, like a forgotten continent.

Its diameter was about 5.45 kilometers, and its area reached an astonishing 7.8 square kilometers.

The scale of the city was breathtaking, and countless giant suspended platforms extended outward from its edge. These platforms are like giant hands, hanging outside the city, supporting the broken mechanical structures, some even piercing the clouds, hidden in the wind and snow.

Through the broken ruins, you can vaguely see the giant gears and couplings still embedded in the skeleton inside the city, like the exposed bones of an ancient creature, telling of its once glorious mechanical civilization.

In the center of the city stands a main tower, as if it is the core of everything.

It rises straight into the clouds, and the outline of the top is unclear, but the metal brackets and spiral rune structures surrounding the tower exude a strong sense of oppression.

"Not a simple living god, but flesh and blood and machinery..."

Xia Xiu whispered, with a strong interest and a trace of unconcealed amazement in his words:

"The relics they left in the glorious era... It's amazing!!

The combination of flesh and blood and machinery, Yaldabaoth and Macon, the boundlessness covered by Him and the combination of the Broken God."

In his body, [Broken Fire] is jumping; on his right hand, [Ion's Seal] is spinning.

That kind of city is shaped by both order and chaos.

"The Kailasel family..."

Xia Xiu raised his silver cane and tapped the ground lightly, making a crisp sound, as if to awaken this frozen land.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

"You really prepared a huge surprise for me!"