Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 735: The Dark Lord and the Naga Ring (XI)

Damian Kelasser's living room.

The gate is made of ancient snake bones and feels frighteningly cold. It is engraved with family runes, and a mysterious power emanates from the layers of protection.

The room was covered with thick red and gold carpet, in the center of which the family emblem was embroidered, symbolizing the noble bloodline of the pure-blooded family, the Kaelassell family.

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

However, a certain member of the current Kailasel family is incompatible with the mighty family ancestor on the mural.

Damian's face turned pale and his eyes fell on the broken mirror fragments on the ground.

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

His brows were furrowed and anger was evident in his eyes. It was obvious that he was shocked by the horrific scene that had just come from the other side of the mirror.

"The Dark Lord..."

"I must run, I must tell my 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 stretched out his hands to the table - a snake spirit contract and his beloved 14-inch family wand.

He raised the wand in his hand. The entire wand was carved with delicate snake scales, and a small metal snake chain wrapped around it was inlaid with the emerald of the family symbol.

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

"Ride the wind!"

The red-robed wizard chanted a spell under his breath and cast [VII Ring·Wind Walk].

A current of air swirled under his feet, wrapping him in the flowing air and carrying him quickly 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 walls and carvings around him flashed past him.

However, as he hurried forward, 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 becoming even gloomier.

If he had not hastily pushed the task of receiving the Deer Academy student group to his sister Saphira, the situation would not have been so bad - she even took the opportunity to take away his teleportation ring.

Thinking of this, Damian's expression became even uglier.

That was an extremely rare teleportation ring, but he handed it to Saphira so easily, because he thought that as long as he stayed inside the academy, the threat of the Dark Lord would not be able to get close to him.

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

woohoo~~~
In the wind-whistling corridor, Damian's speed was so fast that it tore through the space, and the air currents under his feet almost became distorted shadows.

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 magical power erupted as the symbol expanded. Then, a gray and black shadow appeared in front of him.

Two figures emerged from the rippling, distorted space, as if they did not appear from the physical space at all, but came directly here from the other side of the magic.

Xia Xiu, holding the Scroll of Snake Spirit, stood in front. His golden pupils shone with a calm light and his expression was relaxed. He looked like a tourist who was casually sightseeing during his journey.

The old craftsman Satis stood respectfully beside him, his black cloak fluttering silently in the air, like a shadow protecting the Dark Lord.

When Damian saw the two, his brows knitted tightly together. He 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 suddenly burst out from the tip of the wand, and strings of lightning coiled out like chains. Electric arcs whistled through the air like snakes, winding towards the two of them.

Almost at the same time, the old craftsman Satis smiled slightly, raised the silver Deathly Hallows in his hand, and calmly said:
"Lightning Rush."

His voice was low and steady, and the next moment, the electric current that erupted from the tip of the wand was more intense and rapid than Damian's, rushing towards the other party like a thunder dragon wrapped in a strong wind.

click-

click-

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

However, when Satis's spell came back, it was even more violent.

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

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

"Magic backlash!"

[Bloodline Spell: Magic Backlash!]
His body was trembling slightly, and he had obviously begun to feel the pressure of the other party's magic.

At that moment, part of the oncoming lightning was deflected by the strong reflective magic on the wand, and shot towards the surrounding walls and the ground, sparks flying and leaving scorch marks on the walls.

However, the red-robed wizard Damian's hands were shaking slightly, his wrists were numbed by the backlash of the spell, and his fingertips were trembling slightly.

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

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

He swallowed, looked at the two people opposite him with horror, and scanned the front.

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

When the familiar face appeared, the pupils of the red-robed wizard Damian shrank slightly, and he uttered the other person's name in disbelief:
"Satis Elosak!?"

The red-robed wizard Damian stared at Satis Elosak, his eyes filled with intense anger and undisguised disgust.

The red-robed wizard clenched his teeth, his voice was filled with deep anger, and it trembled as it conveyed the unique resentment of a betrayed person.

"Satis Elosak! You corrupt traitor! How dare you betray the Naga Ring and the Serpent Academy, and even collude with such an evil being!
Are you worthy of your family and the entire Naga Ring? Just to please that... the incarnation that brings destruction! Are you betraying the faith you once swore allegiance to in the face of 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, the anger in his eyes grew more and more intense, and he continued to roar:

"You are so shameless! Have you forgotten the power foundation of the Naga Ring? Do you know that your rebellion not only tore the protection of the Crystal Wall System, but also opened the door to the Snake Spirit Academy, ushering in a disaster that you cannot understand!"

The old craftsman said slowly:
“There’s time to question.”

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

He suddenly remembered all the strange events that had happened during this period, and his eyes almost popped out:

"This is all a nightmare-like chain of disasters! The abnormal movement of the crystal wall system, the rumors of the so-called arrival of the Dark Lord... It turned out to be like this!
The Lu Academy student group arrived, and the academy needed a tour guide. It just happened to be my sister - my stupid sister was dragged into all of this! She stupidly asked you, an old man, to receive them, 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 stepped back slightly, his expression so gloomy that it seemed as if water seemed to drip out of it.

A tear appeared in the crystal wall system, and it was suspected that the Dark Lord was coming; the student group of the Deer Academy arrived, and a tour 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 obtained the secret spell of the Parseltongue and entered the academy, and his partner, the purple-robed wizard, also appeared.

Next is the conversation with the purple-robed wizard tonight, and the death of the purple-robed wizard.

Then, the Dark Lord and his damned minions appeared! It was like a continuous accumulation of "disasters", a continuous accumulation of "mistakes".

Thinking of this, the red-robed wizard felt a piercing 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 onto the golden eyes of the Lord of the Abyss. Fear came over him like a huge wave, making his heart almost jump out of his chest. He weakly uttered a hissing and trembling voice:

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

"What exactly do you want..."

Xia Xiu lowered his head slightly, slowly put away the Snake Spirit Scroll, and gently stroked the faint light on the scroll, as if he understood 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 clouded by the weight of the other party's intentions, and he could not understand the deeper motives 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 much, Auror."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the old craftsman Satis flashed, and he raised the silver magic 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 stream of silver light surged from the tip of the wand, sweeping towards Damian like a poisonous snake.

The red-robed wizard, aware of the attack, instantly raised his wand, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, but the last bit of fighting will ignited in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Magic backlash!"

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

puff~
The moment the silver light collided with the blue electricity, countless dazzling sparks burst out and the electric current crackled in the air, which was terrifying.

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

Then, he raised his wand high, speaking in a low and deadly threatening tone:

"Soul-strangling grip!"

A thick black mist surged out of the silver magic wand, carrying endless cold air and quickly invaded Damian's barrier.

The moment the black fog touched the thunder barrier, it swallowed up the blue lightning as if 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 magic wand, sweeping towards Satis and Xia Xiu with a deafening roar, trying to reverse the situation with this final blow.

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

However, Satis's expression remained unchanged. He suddenly raised the Deathly Hallows and muttered to himself:

"Lightning Rush!"

The silver light seemed to turn into an icy chain, which flew out from the top of the magic 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 lingering smell of burning in the air.

Damian's face turned pale, and the slight trembling of the wand in his hand could not hide the anger and humiliation in his heart.

He stared at the old craftsman, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness, gnashing his teeth as he squeezed out every word, his voice as harsh as a venomous snake:
"This is not your ability, Satis Elosauk! A half-blood like you cannot possess 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 that runs in your veins, you damned half-breed! "

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

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

"You're not wrong, I won't make any excuses."

He spoke slowly, his voice 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, while my so-called 'obedience' to the Kailasel family was a kind of oppressive submission."

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

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

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

"Hypocritical in the extreme!"

"Same here—"

The old craftsman answered again, which made the red wizard even more furious. He swung his wand forward, his voice becoming even harsher with anger:
"How dare you! You think you can defeat me with just a wand?"

"In the Naga Ring, you are a Mudblood once you are a Mudblood, and you are 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 of the Snake Spirit Family.

He chanted in Parseltongue at level five, and at the same time activated another Auror bloodline suppression spell.

The red-robed wizard Damian's face turned as pale as a piece of paper the moment the blood suppression spell was activated, as if all the blood had been drained away.

The so-called blood suppression technique 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 opponent to use high-level magic. This spell is especially effective against half-bloods and Muggle descendants.

The more he wanted to suppress, the more blood and energy he had 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 and energy to suppress this damn mudblood.

At this moment, the power of the blood suppression technique was like an invisible shackle, heavily oppressing the flow of the old craftsman's magic power, 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 kept calculating the last chip in his hand.

He quickly tore open the Abyss Serpent Scroll, and a deep Parseltongue voice came out from between his lips and teeth, like a low, hoarse curse:

"Basilisk!"

The air suddenly became freezing cold, and an illusory shadow of a giant snake emerged from the darkness. The gigantic [Divine Evil Basilisk] crawled out from another space. The green snake scales flashed with an eerie 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, with a terrifying murderous intent rushing towards him.

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

"Kill the Mudblood...delay the Abyss Lord...delay him long enough to pass on the news that he has entered the Academy."

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

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

"Dawn. God of Fire. Open the way."

boom--

Everything in the air was instantly ignited, and the heat wave swept in like a devastating firestorm.

The wind magic that Damian had just activated was ruthlessly torn apart, and the blazing flames formed a huge circle of fire around him, completely blocking his retreat.

A horrific heat wave was approaching, burning the air and distorting it.

The basilisk he summoned let out a desperate roar the moment the flames touched it. Before the huge snake shadow could struggle for long, it was burned to ashes and disappeared in the depths of the flames.

Damian turned his head stiffly, an unprecedented fear rising in his heart.

His eyes were dull as he fixed his gaze 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 breathtaking is that a faintly visible [Crown of Thorns] is suspended above his golden hair, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Those golden eyes stared at Damian calmly, without a trace of pity in them, only a kind of divine light that was high above them.

[True Name Field: Expand——]

[Unique symbol: Crown of thorns! ]

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

[Element Unlock: Holy Praise (Law + Holy Light + Perfection + Destiny)]

"Isn't it just casting ancient magic that matches the crystal wall system lock? Although this thing is not as simple as the genealogy spell, it requires a lot of effort to construct a magic network structure that matches the crystal wall. It also needs to comply with the plane magic vibration ripple theory and select the low-level spiritual words and spirit signs..."

The Dark Lord smiled slightly, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

As he finished speaking, his eyes calmly swept over the red-robed wizard Damian who was standing in front of him in a state of shock, as if this was just a boring spellcasting exercise.

“Although there are a lot of restrictions, as long as you adapt to them, sometimes these antiques are more suitable for dealing with extreme Dharma-ending environments than the Path of Genealogy.”

Xia Xiu raised his index finger to his lips and blew gently, blowing out the small flame, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Damian stood there in a daze, his eyes filled with shock, anger, and a bit of fear that could not be concealed.

He had never imagined that the legendary Lord of the Abyss before him could adapt to the rules of the Crystal Wall System so skillfully, as if he were at home.

Snapped--

"Next, it's the highlight,"

Xia Xiu chuckled and snapped his fingers.

The loud and crisp sound broke the silence like a sharp blade. In an instant, the silver magic wand in the hands of the old craftsman Satis suddenly disappeared and appeared in his hand in an instant.

"Your crystal wall system has been putting pressure on me, but fortunately I have a strong ability to withstand pressure, and..." Xia Xiu paused and raised the corner of his mouth.

"I also love to learn. So, I developed several new spells in this environment. In the future, these spells will be standard spells for my students. Don't worry, I will mention your contributions in the textbooks."

He turned his gaze to the old craftsman Satis standing beside him, and continued with a warm smile:
"You know, Satis, I call these open series of spells the 'Ouroboros Series'.

Now, watch me as I go into the details of the second spell.

Watch carefully, I only released it once. To be honest, you hold my wand, but you can only use the most basic "Soul-wretching Grip" all day. This really makes me speechless. Watch carefully this time and learn carefully. "

Xia Xiu slowly raised his silver magic wand, his pair of cold golden eyes flickering 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 beam of silver light shot out from the tip of the wand, piercing through the air coldly and heading straight towards him.

Damian subconsciously wanted to raise his wand to resist, and the spell was already forming on his lips, but the moment he raised his arm, his whole body suddenly stiffened, as if firmly imprisoned by invisible chains.

Fear surged in his heart, and he struggled to let out a low gasp. However, no matter how hard he tried, his body was bound by cold chains, and he had difficulty even moving his muscles slightly.

In an instant, Damian's whole body seemed to be pressed down by a thousand-pound force, his limbs were stiff, and his eyes were wide open.

He could clearly feel a cold force gripping his soul. His consciousness gradually collapsed under the strong resistance, but he could not break free from the tight shackles no matter what.

He discovered one thing: he had lost control of his body.

"When I cast this spell, it's like taking over another's body. But for others, I hope they can use it as a spell to immobilize the body, and a powerful one at that."

As Xia Xiu spoke, he waved his wand lightly, and the red-robed wizard's body began to move stiffly like a puppet being controlled.

There were still traces of fear on Damian's face, but one of his feet was raised strangely, and the twisted movement was creepy.

His limbs began to twitch uncoordinatedly, his toes tapping the ground and jumping up, like a funny and terrifying puppet dancing.

"The reason why it is not recommended to use it to seize control of the body is that 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 magic wand upwards. Damian's body instantly left the ground, was thrown into the air, and then fell suddenly.

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

“Most people can’t do what I do.”

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

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

In the end, he was forced to spin stiffly in a posture that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, with his arms raised high and his legs twisted. His joints were no longer constrained by the flesh, but had completely become a plaything of the Dark Lord's mind.

As the wand drew a half arc downward again, the red-robed wizard Damian fell backwards 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 nimbly drew a few lines on the wand. Damian's body immediately followed his changing trajectory, swaying in the air, as if he had no dignity as a rag doll.

The red-robed wizard's body 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. He said to Damian, who had a dull look in his eyes and drooled like an idiot:

"Don't worry, you can't die now."

He knew that the other party's soul imprisoned inside his body could hear these words, but now that he had lost control of his body, he could only reply monotonously with drooling:
"Aba Aba Aba~~"

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