Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 740: The Dark Lord and the Sage Revolution (IV)

Public rest area.

The raging sea of ​​fire swept forward mercilessly. The intense flames distorted the air and sealed the entire world in a scorching purgatory.

The students of Serpentis College stood blankly in the common area, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

The flames devoured everything around them greedily like a vicious beast, and were about to burn them all to ashes.

Standing in front of the sea of ​​fire, Camille's face was calm and resolute.

The flaming sword in her hand turned into a stream of light after killing the basilisk, and disappeared again into the black hat in her hand, and she once again stood alone among the students.

At this moment, she no longer had the divine weapon in her hands.

However, without the sword, she would not choose to succumb to danger.

"Whoo~"

Camille exhaled deeply, and the white personality mask covering her face glowed coldly.

Following her will, the remaining eight personalities separated from her body - these masked incarnations gathered around her like her shadows, each wearing a mask of a different color, holding a magic wand in hand, and facing the blazing wall of flames together.

When everyone is in despair, the brave man once again stands in front of danger.

"Seawater bites!!!"

Camille and her avatar chanted in unison, and nine strands of magic power transformed into nine surging waves, gushing out from the tops of their wands and rushing towards the blazing sea of ​​fire.

The huge waves, carrying cold chill and moisture, collided with the billowing flames, instantly stirring up countless steaming white mist, and the explosion sound of water and fire meeting was "hissing".

However, this was only a brief pause. After being contained for just a moment, the sea of ​​fire ignited again and engulfed the nine huge waves.

The Serpentis College students who were originally in a daze around them suddenly had a glimmer of surprise and hope in their eyes.

Looking at this brave man standing in front of the sea of ​​fire without fear of life and death, they seemed to be inspired.

The students raised their wands one by one and chanted the same spell:
"The sea water bites!"

"Frost ray!"

"Ice wall!"

Huge waves of magic power and magical arts continuously gushed out from the wands of many students, rushing towards the raging sea of ​​fire again like a raging tide, trying to stop this ruthless destruction.

boom--

boom----

The students worked together as one, and their magic power intertwined into a blue torrent that rushed out and headed towards the invincible flames.

Pfft!!!!
However, the huge difference in rank stood between them like a chasm, and the flames were like an unstoppable beast, stubbornly devouring all waves.

Despite the huge waves coming one after another, the sea of ​​fire continued to roll forward, unstoppable.

One by one, a look of despair gradually appeared on the faces of the students. Their strength seemed insignificant, like a small boat in the ocean, swaying in the storm and liable to be swallowed up at any time.

Camille's eyes narrowed slightly, but her expression remained calm and resolute.

Despite being exhausted, her hands never stopped casting spells, and she would fight to the last moment.

The students around him gradually fell into despair, and the movements of waving their wands became mechanical and numb.

Especially the students of the Serpent Sect, there was no longer any confidence in their eyes. The Auror Lucas Kylaser who had taken the lead in the provocation had already collapsed on the ground, curled up helplessly like a broken clown.

The students' resistance was ultimately no match for the terrifying power of the 9+ level spell.

In the face of the huge difference in rank, even facing the aftermath of the spell, their united resistance seemed a little... ridiculous.

Rumbling--

The raging sea of ​​fire surged in like a vicious beast, the flames roared and tore through the air, heading straight for Camille.

She held the black top hat tightly in her hand, her expression firm and she did not back down.

A huge wave of fire swept over along with a blazing heat wave, and everyone looked at the destructive force in despair, unable to dodge.

boom! ! ! !

Sudden.

A huge roar filled the ears, and the heat and dust in the air hit everyone.

The students around her instinctively raised their hands to protect their eyes, and Camille was no exception. But the moment she raised her arms to protect her eyes, she felt that the familiar top hat in her palm was gone.

Her heart suddenly trembled, and she realized something in an instant. She opened her eyes wide eagerly and looked forward through the arms that were protecting her eyes.

In the sight filled with wind and sand, a familiar figure stood quietly in the sea of ​​fire, motionless and as solid as a rock.

The figure was tall and slender, and the golden hair shone with a metallic luster under the fire.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, the edges of which were rustling in the wind and sand.

In this sea of ​​red fire, the outline of the black windbreaker is particularly conspicuous, as if some transcendent existence is slowly descending from heaven and earth.

"You've really grown a lot, Camille."

The familiar figure finally slowly turned sideways and looked at her with his head slightly lowered.

His golden hair shone like a candle flame under the firelight. He had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were as deep and warm as an ancient well.

[Dawn·God of Fire·Opening the Way——]

The flames were still roaring, but they seemed to have completely surrendered to Xia Xiu. A huge fire tornado swirled around him, and the flames rolled in the air, forming a dazzling curtain of fire, making him look like a god towering above the flames.

The terrified cries and noisy shouts of the students around her blurred into the background in her ears, as if at this moment the only thing between heaven and earth was the scene before her.

The rolling waves of fire were entangled into huge tornadoes. The flames were intertwined with golden and red glows, making the young man's figure look as majestic as a mountain.

The deafening roar, the roar of flames and the panicked shouts all around seemed to be suppressed by his presence.

Camille stared blankly, with thousands of thoughts flooding his mind, but for a moment he was stuck in his chest and couldn't say a word.

She wanted to respond to him, wanted to say something, but the emotion made her choke for a moment.

At this moment, the world around her seemed to have stopped, leaving only her and the figure in front of her. It was as if all the anxiety and tension had disappeared, and the corners of her eyes were even slightly moist - it must be the heat from the sea of ​​fire that made her tears well up.

Xia Xiu smiled and nodded slightly to Camille, greeting this old classmate after a long separation.

Afterwards, he did not stop and looked forward. A silver magic wand appeared in his right hand, flashing with a cold and pure light - this was naturally the [Lever of Heaven] that turned into a magic wand.

He raised his hand, and pointed his wand steadily at Isabel Kylaser, who was still struggling in the distance. Her magic power was surrounded by a deep network, exuding arrogance and fiery aura.

Buzz buzz buzz!!!
The silver magic wand in his hand burst out with a strong silver-white light. The power condensed at the tip of the wand was compressed to the extreme. The focus of heaven and earth gathered at one point, outlining a perfect [∞] symbol, and the light was as dazzling as the sun.

At this moment, the blazing flames around seemed to sense the blond youth's arrival and began to rise in a winding manner, forming a huge fire tornado, like a giant beast from hell receiving some invisible command, slowly circling around the young man's figure. The flames were no longer violent, but with a kind of solemn awe, coiling high, as if welcoming a supreme being.

“I finally found the opening to the deep web.”

A brilliant smile appeared on Xia Xiu's face.

[Heaven's Lever·Electronic Pump·Open Heaven——]

The momentum of the fire tornado connected the sky and the earth, and the light of the flames illuminated everything around it as if it were daytime. It seemed that only the figure of the blond young man was left between heaven and earth. He stood in the flames, and the flames around him swirled like crawling, as if welcoming a sun god who was above everything.

Above Serpentis College, a fire tornado soared into the sky like a giant dragon, flames shot straight into the sky, heat waves surged, illuminating the surroundings into a dazzling day.

The flames towering into the sky were like a burning Optimus Prime, connecting the ground and the sky. The blazing light tore the sky apart, and even the air was filled with scorching power.

The fourth sword bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven opened his arms and laughed loudly:

"It's time for you to take part in this grand drama. Don't be stingy. Take all the strength you need from me."

"Go, bringer of the Ouroboros curse, take flight and soar over every inch of the Naga Ring."

"Hold high the torch of truth and proclaim that the bell of liberation has rung!"

The angels were responded to by the joyful cries of countless Holy Spirit doves.

"Cuckoo-"

"Cuckoo-"

"Cuckoo-"

Around the fire tornado, countless holy doves were rejoicing. Their wings seemed to be made of pure golden particles, shining brightly. Accompanied by the "cooing" sound, they kept circling the fire tornado, as pious and steadfast as pilgrims.

Every time a holy dove flies by, it leaves a golden tail of light in the sky, like stars, weaving a brilliant and sacred picture.

The students in the academy looked up in horror at this epic scene. The usually rebellious Aurors were also stunned and stared at it all stiffly.

Fear, awe, and even a hint of deep shock took root in everyone's heart.

Wherever the fire tornado passed, even the city of Arcadia outside the academy was bathed in this light. The whole city seemed to be swallowed by the scorching sun, bright as day.

Boom!!! At this moment, the fire tornado slammed into the sky, and with a roar, the blazing flames began to impact the crystal wall of the sky like flowing magma.

“Crack!!!!”

A tiny crack gradually spread across the sky, spreading like a spider web.

Seeing this, the Holy Spirit doves excitedly flew towards the crack, and the light particles between their wings began to split rapidly, transforming into more pigeon shadows.

Thousands of Holy Spirit doves emerged from the cracks, shining with golden light like a holy meteor shower, and spread across the sky with extremely excited cooing sounds.

In this crack filled with golden light, countless holy doves flew out in all directions, flying to the entire Arcadian city and even further.

With Arcadia as the center, tiny cracks appeared in the sky above every continent of the Naga Ring - Akares, Zelkos, Lortan, Elsinnia, and all the places where wizards gathered. Following closely were flocks of holy doves soaring above every sky on the continent.

In the bustling cities of Akares, the ancient forests of Zerkos, the snowy mountaintops of Loltan, and the vast grasslands of Elsinnia, flocks of pigeons soar with glory, spreading their feathers over every inch of land.

The light particles from the flock of pigeons have an irresistible magic, gently passing through people's eyes, bringing an indescribable hope and awe.

Even the Navaheban prison, which imprisoned wizards, could not block the arrival of the Holy Doves. The prisoners looked up at the sky and saw these Holy Doves, which symbolized purity and hope, soaring in the sky. They were surprised but also had a hint of desire.

At this moment, the four continents of the Naga Ring, whether it was the wizard tower, the gathering place of the dark alley, or the town and village where mortals lived, were all illuminated, all bathed in the light of the radiant holy pigeons. Golden light particles enveloped the earth, accompanied by the holy pigeons circling and dancing, and the tide of light penetrated every corner and every heart.

Along with this holy light, the sound that shook the sky also fell from the sky, sweeping across the entire Naga Ring like an invisible wave, with a steady and resolute force:

"To all my fellow Naga Ring comrades, my name is Hugh Abraham.

At this moment, I speak to the people of the Wizarding World through the deep web of the Naga Circle."

The sound echoed like a holy scripture, penetrating the air and countless souls.

Every wizard connected to the Sage Network, no matter if he was on the top of a mountain or in the countryside where mortals lived, was shocked and his mind was shaken, as if a dusty door suddenly opened, revealing another real and magnificent world.

The voice of the fourth sword bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven continued to spread, gentle but irresistible:

"I will spread all the Ouroboros spells that cannot be controlled by Parseltongue in the land of Naga Ring, and all restrictions on the Kalasel family will be lifted.

My goal is to completely revolutionize the Sage Network.

However, the Kailasel family tried to stop me, using their bloodline to monopolize the resources of the magic network and trying to imprison the entire Naga Ring in their will.

Can you accept such an arrogant and beastly vision?

If you can't - then resist!

The power of the Ouroboros is given for you, not for me, but for each and every one of you."

The voice gradually became louder, with an inspiring power, like a hymn that shook the soul:

"Resist, because you all have a desire in your heart, a knowledge that the old order can no longer satisfy our future.

Revolt, because you seek something new, a better future, but these arrogant guys teach you to hate, to isolate, to despise.

And me? I don't hate.

I believe that mortals are not inferior, but different; they are not worthless, but have a different meaning.

They are not disposable objects, but have infinite qualities.

Only those who possess virtue can be called real people; only those who live for noble causes can be called human beings. "

The flock of pigeons continued to circle, carrying a holy glow, circling up to the sky, and the angel's voice became more and more magnificent, like a declaration that resounded between heaven and earth:

"What a world we can build for the Naga Ring, for humanity!"

"A world for freedom, for truth, for love."

The sound became clearer and clearer, echoing in every corner, as if leaving an indelible mark in everyone's hearts.

“The time has come to join hands, take our rightful place and not let this vision fall through.

For this is our enemy - the arrogant bloodlines, their lust for power, their barbarity.

Their butcher knives will peel you off one by one, just because you pursue freedom and truth."

"Perhaps there are brothers among you who belong to an Auror family - then come closer and stand on our side.

They have slaughtered countless of my followers, slandered me as a Dark Lord, and sacrificed wizards and witches who longed for freedom, simply because they sought the truth.

Now, swear an oath to me, to the spirit of the Ouroboros - fight for the true ring of Naga!

Stand with me. Stand up for this land, for freedom.

Only in this way can the power of the Ouroboros be awakened. Only in this way can you recognize who you are."

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Hugh Abraham's proclamation spread everywhere, shining like a blaze in the sky

The words of angels penetrate the universe and resound to the four corners of the world.

Like the morning light breaking through, its rays shine through the abyss and awaken all things from darkness; like thunder striking the sky, it allows the hearts that dare not speak to be expressed.

However, people’s hearts are different, and the hearts of the masses are like the turbulent sea.

Some people are afraid of it, as if they were seeing a torrent rolling in and unable to resist.

They tremble with fear and call it "the bewitchment of the Dark Lord" and "the sign of doomsday."

Some people believe in it, as if they have received a supreme blessing, and murmur that it is "a gift from the sun."

His words were full of gratitude and his heart was hungry and thirsty, longing to drink from the fountain of truth.

Others, however, prostrate themselves with their heads touching the ground, and this is said to be the advent of gods.

His face was filled with mixed feelings of sorrow and joy, his heart was pious, and he chanted:
"The Lord of Praise has come, this is the glorious day."

The scholars looked at each other with deep eyes, as if they were facing a mysterious abyss.

His words were low and cautious, and he was secretly guessing what was going on in his mind.

Because what Hugh Abraham said seems both true and illusory, as if it reveals all secrets and also like a hidden undercurrent.

When a person of blood sees it, his heart burns like a flame and his teeth bite like sharp blades;
He was burning with rage, holding weapons in his hands, gnashing his teeth in resentment, wishing he could take his head and tear out his bones to clear his name.

Those who have been imprisoned in darkness have long lost hope, and their hearts are as silent as death. Suddenly, they see the light of day, and the fire of ecstasy rekindles in their eyes.

He grinned, shouted and jumped wildly, calling him "the savior of the evil" who would devour all the darkness and grant them freedom.

At that time, the voice of the declaration was still ringing in my ears, like a tide of glory surging and stirring my heart.

It is like a sharp blade, piercing through the bodies of all things; it is like a seed, planted in the soil of human hearts.

In the lands of Akareth, Zerkos, Loltan, and Elcinia, wizards and mortals alike were all moved by his words.

The seeds of the declaration have been deeply planted, and only God knows what kind of fruit the sprouts will grow into.

All these things indicate that a violent turmoil is about to sweep across the entire Naga Ring and even the Hundred Layers of the World.

It was the first roar of the storm, the precursor to thunder, and the foreshadowing of the destruction of all established order.

The flames surged like a sea tide, with irresistible momentum, illuminating the world as if under the scorching sun.

At this moment, the declaration has been heard from the sky, accompanied by countless holy doves and spread to the world. Wherever it goes, whether it is the towering wizard tower or the dark underground market, it trembles because of these words.

Wherever the declaration reached, people were either terrified, or silent in deep thought, or leaping with joy - but no one remained indifferent.

Like water flowing into a river, spreading out and creating waves; like sparks igniting dry grass and turning it into a prairie fire.

The precursors of turbulence are already lurking on every piece of land, like a flame in an undercurrent, or like a giant beast that has been sleeping for a thousand years, gradually awakening and quietly moving.

People from all walks of life and all corners of the country were filled with emotions and thoughts after hearing this declaration.

Those in high positions, powerful families, and bloodlines heard this and felt mixed feelings of anger and fear, as if they saw the pinnacle of power tottering and the phantom of a sharp knife about to fall upon them.

They all gnashed their teeth and secretly vowed to completely wipe out this "rebellion" in order to consolidate their own great cause.

Wise men and scholars gathered in the gloomy library, pondering the meaning of these words.

It sounds like both misleading words and an eternal question, triggering their doubts about the existing order of this world.

The mortals and deprived lower-class wizards are like travelers lost in the desert who see a river in the distance. Their hearts are no longer filled with only fear, but also with unprecedented hope.

To them, these words were like a new light, igniting the inner fire that had been blocked and suppressed for thousands of years, and illuminating a wider world.

Everything is destined to be different.

From this moment on, every corner of the Naga Ring and the Hundred Layers World will no longer be peaceful, and people will respond to this declaration in their own ways and with their own strength.

Whether out of indignation or gratitude, whether rising up in resistance or lying in wait, whether harboring hatred or yearning for freedom, every life will be involved in this storm when it comes and will not be able to stay out of it.

The Dark Lord's declaration will ignite the flames of people's hearts.

The curse of the Ouroboros will become the root of cholera.

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