Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 734 The Dark Lord and the Naga Ring (X)

Caleb's hands were trembling slightly, cold sweat was running down his forehead, and the sticky wetness had already penetrated his palms.

He tightly clenched the Snake Eyes Scroll in his hand, and a bone-chilling chill 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 moving as if nailed to the ground, slowly falling on the dark corner.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, his breath was 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 cruelty.

Those eyes were like golden flames, flashing a deep light in the ghost room. Without a trace of warmth, they took in every subtle movement of his.

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

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

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

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a gray corner of clothing vaguely emerging next to the eye. The outline of a black robe was looming in the darkness, and the place was shrouded in an ominous mist.

Next to the gray figure, there stood an equally solemn figure in a black robe. A deep shadow obscured his face, but a familiar coldness was faintly revealed - it was the old craftsman Satis.

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

Finally, I have the chance to use the Deathly Hallows and the three major spells engraved on the wand by the Dark Lord in practice.

Purple wizard Caleb Vigna, you are the first person to try the "Ouroboros Spell", you should feel honored!
Caleb's turn took 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 tip of the wand, like a sharp and ruthless cold blade, carrying a deadly threat.

What followed was a low and cold curse.

"Ouroboros Curse - Soul-Twisting Grip!"

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

The silver light suddenly surged, like a twisted and torn electric current, rushing straight towards Caleb, leaving him no time to react.

In an instant, the magic power was like sharp chains, tightly wrapping around his limbs and even seeping into his flesh, as if thousands of ant venoms were crawling along his blood vessels and penetrating every inch of his nerves.

The alternation of scorching heat and icy cold was like countless thorns piercing into his body, seeming to tear him apart alive.

“Ah—Ahhhhhh!!”

Caleb's screams pierced the air, like the howl of a wild beast at its last moments, filled with deep and helpless fear.

His body was convulsing violently, his limbs were twisted beyond all shape, and he even curled up on the ground like a worm. He held his head tightly with both hands, his nails digging into his skin, and blood flowed down his cheeks.

He felt like all his nerves were being crushed repeatedly, and all his muscles were stiff and twitching due to unbearable pain.

My throat feels like it's burning...

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

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

On the other side of the mirror, Damian felt the hair on his back stand on end. He instinctively felt a huge ominous aura, and cold sweat quietly seeped out of his palms.

Puff, puff, puff ~
Blurry square blocks of color appeared on the mirror, and the image was distorted as if it was being bitten. He could not see what was happening on the opposite side, but he could hear Caleb's screams that went deep into his bones. The screams were high-pitched and broken, as if conveying unbearable pain and despair.

Damian's eyes suddenly became deep and gloomy. He tried to calm himself down, but the sharp howl made his hands clench unconsciously and his face turned pale.

"Please... forgive me... my Lord... His Majesty... Your Majesty Abraham..."

The purple-robed wizard's fingertips had been worn bloody by the cold, hard stone surface, and his hands were crawling weakly on the ground, as if hoping to get closer to the figure standing in the shadow, like a desperate drowning man trying to grab a piece of driftwood.

Pain hit his brain like a tide, every nerve was trembling in agony, and the wailing sound from his throat sounded particularly miserable in this dim space, like sobbing.

"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 to plead:

"I... I'm willing to do anything... Please, let me live... I'm 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 pleading and fear.

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

The purple-robed wizard didn't even dare to look directly into the deep coldness in his eyes, as if he was looking into the abyss itself.

"Really? You're willing to do anything?"

The blond youth tilted his head slightly, an almost warm smile on his lips, his tone so soft that it was almost gentle.

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

"Yes! Anything!"

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

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

He smiled softly and raised his head, still with that warm smile on his face, "We are still missing a silver robe."

An unnatural tension suddenly appeared on the face of the purple-robed wizard. 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, and maybe... I can consider your request."

Xia Xiu's voice stretched out slightly, wrapping around the purple-robed wizard like an invisible chain, gradually tightening, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"me……"

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

The Secret-Keeper Charm, that terrible chain-like magic, had already bound his soul and the secret deeply 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 him and devour his soul.

He tried to remember the secret.

dong dong dong ——

Then, his heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp thorn. The suffocating feeling of oppression rose from the depths of his soul, almost making his body collapse to the ground.

His throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand. It was cold and heavy, and it was difficult for him to breathe.

That unquestionable power was like shackles, completely locking his will.

In his mind, the constraints of the Secret-Keeper Spell were like iron chains, ruthlessly entangled in his thoughts, so that as soon as he tried to reveal any secret related to the spell, he would immediately suffer a severe backlash from the depths of his soul.

The Enforced Secret-Keeper Charm - He was no stranger to this terrible spell (curse). Unlike the normal Secret-Keeper Charm, the Enforced Secret-Keeper Charm was more like a curse - because it did not allow the secret-keeper to reveal the secret himself, eliminating the possibility of betrayal.

A normal Secret-Keeper Charm can lock a secret deep into a person's soul, making it impossible for any force to spy on or obtain it unless the Secret-Keeper personally reveals the secret.

The Compulsory Secret-Keeper Charm is to cast a curse on the secret-keeper based on the spell. If the secret-keeper tries to reveal the secret, the curse will be completely triggered.

Therefore, even the most powerful magic and the most brutal interrogation cannot shake it, and because of this, this spell is considered an absolute test of loyalty.

But now, he was almost driven crazy by this loyalty, longing to break free but unable to do so.

He swallowed hard, sweat running down his pale cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

His lips trembled slightly, revealing a painful struggle:
"I...I can't..."

His mind was in chaos. The spell was like a huge stone, oppressing him. Even if he tried to speak, the words were frozen and could not come out.

He could not defeat the spell, just like he could not escape an invisible hand gripping his throat, and he felt extremely helpless as he suffocated.

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

The purple-robed wizard's eyes gradually blurred with fear. He lowered his head, his throat choked with sobs and he could not make any sound. The oppression of the secrecy spell had crushed his will. He trembled and whispered:

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

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

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

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

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

His dirty secret was tightly covered up, and as the secret keeper, he was fully aware of the threat posed by the spell - attempting to betray and reveal the secret would be 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 his inner fear and the power of the forbidden spell and had no way to retreat.

The excruciating pain was still tormenting him, in a rhythmic manner.

At least, when he was talking to the Dark Lord, the excruciating pain was somewhat alleviated, but when the conversation was over, the pain began to multiply again.

The old craftsman at the side never put down the silver wand in his hand, but his eyes moved between Xia Xiu and the purple-robed wizard, carefully observing the reaction of this adult.

He carefully selected this "Soul-Twisting Grip" precisely in order to tear the helpless plea for mercy of the humble person in front of him into a picture that would satisfy the adults in the depths of 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 Sir Hugh Abraham came to Serpentis College on behalf of the Abyss. However, the unruly people of the Naga Ring are ignorant of the majesty of heaven and the dignity of the sword bearer, and they tried to use the Crystal Wall System and the Book of Sages to coerce you.

Lord Abraham did not use his own power because he was worried about destroying their friendship (being expelled). The reason why he found me was because he needed me to complete some small things for him to avoid stimulating or locking the crystal wall system.

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

The Grand Lord might not want to demonstrate his full strength personally, so as not to trigger the academy's crystal wall system, nor did he want to be involved in a direct confrontation with the Sage's Book, so he was fortunately chosen as the executor.

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

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

The texture of the paper is clearly visible, and the white footprints engraved on it are slightly flickering.

The name next to the footprints was Damian Kelasel.

He was obviously moving quickly, heading directly towards 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 spare a glance at the purple-robed wizard who was curled up on the ground wailing and begging for mercy, as if he was treating him as an insignificant piece of trash.

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

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

There is no need to state your intentions: the value of this purple-robed wizard has been exhausted and there is no need for him to continue to exist.

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

He injected his magical power into it without hesitation, and a distorted light emerged from the tip of the silver wand in an instant, and countless wriggling snake shadows intertwined and coiled in the shadows.

He uttered cold words softly and whispered:
"Soul-strangling grip!!!"

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

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

"no, do not want!!!"

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

His fingertips gripped the ground, his nails scratching cracks on the smooth stone tiles with sharp scratching sounds, trying to peel away his own pain from his body.

However, the unspeakable pain has penetrated deep into my bones.

Every nerve was burning with fire.

The crazy pain was like a poisonous snake, constantly moving and tearing at his body.

"Ahhhh——!"

His howling was like that of a dying beast; his broken voice was filled with despair and pain, yet he couldn't even utter a complete syllable.

His limbs curled up unconsciously due to the pain, and his hands were tightly grasping his chest as if in a spasm.

The burning pain came from deep in his heart and almost suffocated him.

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

But the pain had already taken away the vitality in his eyes, leaving only a blank and dead 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 plunging him into an endless abyss of pain.

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

Tears, sweat, and blood mixed on his face, blurring his vision, and his soul was like being cut into pieces, being peeled off inch by inch until it was completely devoured.

In the end, Caleb's breathing stopped, but the pain was frozen on his face, which was still open, leaving behind a curse-like wail that could never be erased.

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

Then, it's the next one:
Red wizard——

Damian Kay Russell!