Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 744: The Dark Lord and the Sage Revolution (VIII)

Naga Ring, Akares Continent.

The continent of Akares 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 magic, and it is also a gathering place for poisonous swamps, dense jungles, snakes and magical poison creatures.

Navahban Prison is secretly located here.

The heavy stone walls were covered with old poisonous swamp moss, and the surrounding jungle was dense and gloomy, emitting a pungent damp smell.

The magic barrier appeared and disappeared under the impact, emitting an ominous black light, as if it was crying.

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

But at this moment it is like hell on earth.

"Roar, hiss, hiss~~~"

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

A giant Medusa snake hovers in the prison halls, threatening any inmates who try to resist.

They opened their huge mouths and spat out scarlet snake tongues filled with venom. Their eyes emitted a cold light of death, and they mercilessly tore apart the souls of anyone who dared to approach under the Aurors' spells.

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

Their black cloaks fluttered in the wind, and their metal armor shone brightly in the sun.

They raised their wands and cursed the prisoners wantonly, with sarcastic smiles on their faces.

"Look at you lowly half-bloods and filthy mudbloods!"

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

"Nevahban is your only destination, scum! Do you still want to break free?"

"You don't even have the qualifications to stand!" Another Auror raised his wand, roared, and threw a lightning 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 hadn't killed the soul-sucking snake monster, do you think you could have gotten out!"

"You dare to resist? Dream on! Just wait, the Kailasel family will not let you go!

boom--

boom--

boom--

In the cold air of Naivahban, the embers of the Holy Spirit Dove's self-explosion were still floating, carrying with them some remnants of holy light, bringing a strange brightness to this dark prison.

Aurors waved their wands angrily while cursing. Medusa basilisks cruelly petrified the escaped prisoners. The pigeons that exploded in the air were hit by magic, scattering tiny fragments of holy light, which were then swallowed up by the thick darkness in an instant.

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

He was tall but thin, with gray hair that lay haphazardly on his shoulders, silently telling of his dark fifteen years.

There was a hideous scar on his left eye, extending from his brow bone to his cheekbone, like a deep mark left by the knife of time. The slightly white scar revealed a cruel yet tenacious strength.

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

His cheeks were slightly hollow, but the look in his eyes was more fiery than anyone else's.

His hands were covered in blood, and between his fingers he was still tightly grasping the wand he had snatched from an Auror. The wand's original exquisite carvings were now stained with bright red marks as he held it tightly in his fingers.

Frederick raised his head and looked up at the crack in the sky above the prison. The sunlight 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 and made him feel a kind of freedom that had been lost and regained.

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

"Mudblood, get out of here!!!"

The prison guard, Fernando Cairasser, was fat and wore a thick black robe. He held the magic wand in his stubby fingers and had a hideous smile on his lips. He stared at the trembling prisoners with their heads down like a venomous snake.

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

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

"Hissssss~"

"Hissssss~"

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

These night shadow snake spirits 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, which were slightly undulating, emitting a strange and oppressive aura. The dark green eyes on the snake spirits' heads were as bright as will-o'-the-wisp in the darkness, revealing a bloodthirsty and ruthless coldness.

They opened their mouths full of sharp teeth and spit out bursts of dark poisonous mist, which made people feel a chill to the bone when they got close, and it was as painful as if the darkest memories in their hearts were being torn apart.

These snake spirits are the most insidious tools of the Kailasel family and one of the evil cores of this prison.

The purpose of Navaheban's existence is not just to imprison, but to "feed" - to feed these night shadow snake spirits through the pain and despair of the prisoners.

The snake spirits would act like loyal blood suckers, slowly and greedily absorbing the prisoner's magic power, draining away the weak life force bit by bit.

Over time, they will possess or coil around the prisoner, making every breath an agonizing ordeal.

The prisoners' magic power was extracted and flowed into the magic storage device deep in the prison, turning into a continuous source of energy to support Navaheban's shield and defense array.

Those prisoners who had been entangled by the night shadow snake spirits would involuntarily reveal fear whenever they saw the snake spirits again.

Because the absorption process known as "snake kiss" will completely deprive people of their inner light and bring endless despair.

The snake spirit can drag the prisoner into the abyss of memory, 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 desire to survive in their eyes. This is the moment when the snake spirits can absorb the maximum amount of magic power.

Fernando Kailasel narrowed his eyes, sneered on his face, crossed his arms across his chest, and watched with mockery as the rioting prisoners retreated step by step under the pressure of the Night Shadow Snake Spirit.

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

"A vulnerable mudblood, with such a weak will, how can it be compared with our Kailasel bloodline?"

“Jiejiejie~~~~”

His smug 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 retreat.

At this moment, a figure stepped forward from the darkness, breaking the desperate silence—Frederick Read, standing out amid 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 uttered a few words coldly:
"Ouroboros Curse: Life-Devouring Bite!!!"

A silver-white light quickly lit up at the tip of the wand. The light swirled and twisted at his fingertips, condensing into an [∞] symbol, emitting an ominous silver glow, like the whisper of death.

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

The prisoners could not help but close their eyes. The hissing sound in the air around them suddenly became piercing, as if tens of thousands of poisonous snakes were making deadly roars 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 block the deadly light with a counterattack, but his spell seemed so powerless in front of the silver light.

The silvery-white light penetrated his defense like a living thing and hit him hard in the chest.

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

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 moved through his body like a poisonous snake, drilling into his flesh and blood, and spreading 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 were in a strange twisted posture and he fell heavily to the ground.

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

The Aurors around could barely conceal the shock on their faces as they stared at Fernando Kylaser's body in amazement, as if they still couldn't accept that the warden would fall at the hands of a prisoner.

There was a rare fear in his usually arrogant eyes.

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

The prisoners also stopped, and there was a hint of unexpected awe and fear in their shocked eyes.

Those who were able to escape when the Holy Dove detonated the prison were originally just fleeing in panic and chaos, like a group of headless flies trying to find a way to survive under heavy pressure.

Although the Dark Lord's proclamation was still ringing in their ears, their minds had not yet fully understood the significance of that change.

They didn't understand whether the arrival of the Dark Lord could really change the corrupt rule of the Naga Ring and whether it could shake the foundation of the Kailasel family.

These people struggling in despair can hardly imagine...

A new order is coming!
Only Frederick Reid truly felt the power and determination under 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-Devouring Bite, Soul-Strangling Grip and Mind-Captivating Eye.

Every spell contained murderous intent and brutal rules, and the most deadly one was the "Life-eating Bite" he had just cast.

Frederick recalled the moment of epiphany when he heard the spell:
It is like a kind of unreasonable and overbearing magic, temporarily borrowing the power of some higher existence, prying an irresistible rule of death, and forcing the human body's physiological functions to enter the "wrong" death program.

Once this spell is uttered, it is as if death itself is being summoned. No matter how strong the defense is, the spell will still trigger the death mechanism unimpeded, causing everything in the human body to rush towards a fatal result. This is simply a forced deconstruction of the essence of life.

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

The corners of Frederick's mouth curled up slightly in 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 any breath of life. All that was left was a cold corpse.

But this short-lived victory failed to bring him a moment's respite.

The moment he raised his head, the Aurors around him waved their wands at the same time, with anger and vigilance in their eyes.

They cursed under their breath and injected the magic power in their hands into the snake spirit with disdain and fear.

Hundreds of night shadow snakes, controlled by the Aurors, surged towards Frederick like a black tide.

Their entire bodies were coiled like giant pythons, their dark green eyes fixed on the "dangerous prisoner", their mouths were filled with dark poisonous mist, and shrouded in a corrosive chill.

Each snake spirit was like the god of death in the darkness, slowly approaching. A suffocating feeling of oppression gradually filled the air, and darkness and despair surged 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 warmth of his own blood.

His gaze pierced through the surrounding snake spirits like a sharp blade, but his consciousness couldn't 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 up at the sky that had long been blocked with empty eyes, relying only on his remaining memories to piece together the bright starlight.

Starlight meant freedom, meant the boundless space beyond imprisonment, but to him, it was more like a dream that could 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 meaningless here, flowing day after day, as if to completely annihilate his will.

He seemed to hear the whispers of time, as if every second taunted him, pulling him deeper into the abyss.

But at the deepest part of endless despair, a faint fire suddenly ignited in the heart, like a stubborn spark.

It was faint, but stubbornly refused to go out, like the firmness and indomitable spirit that his mother's gentle hand had whispered into his ear.

At that moment, Frederick felt a little loosening in his heart. The light could not illuminate the entire darkness, but it could guide him to a glimmer of light towards the future.

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

He heard the Dark Lord's proclamation, and he saw the Holy Dove soaring throughout the Naga Ring.

Many years later, Frederick finally breathed the air 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 disappearing in the dim light of dawn.

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

Frederick Read was born into a complex and discriminatory environment.

Although his father had some of the blood of the Kay Russell family, he was looked down upon because of his half-blood identity, and his mother was an ordinary Muggle.

His father only approached his mother because he was attracted by her appearance. Frederick's birth was not expected, and as an illegitimate child, he was despised and bullied since childhood.

In the wizarding world of the Hundred Layers, half-blood wizards are often discriminated against by pure-blood wizards, and Frederick is no exception.

His father was too ashamed to acknowledge his existence, and would beat him up whenever he got the slightest displeasure, even calling him a "dirty mudblood" in an attempt to subdue him with violence.

However, his mother was Frederick's pillar of support. 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 rebellion in Frederick's heart.

He learned from a young age to use his fists to fight back against those who tried to bully him, and after learning magic, he used his wand to maintain his dignity.

After entering Serpentis Academy, he joined the Mystical Scales faction and quickly rose to prominence, becoming a prominent figure in the school.

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

The pure-blood wizards who despised him predicted that one day he would be sent to the Navajo Class for rebelling against the authority of the Aurors, and that day finally came.

Youthful recklessness always comes at a price, and Frederick paid the price of his arrogance with blood.

As graduation approached, he participated in the historic "Blood Moon Night" event, which was a fierce rebellion by 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 control of the pure-blood wizards over the snake spirit contract, so that they could use the ancient magic.

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

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

Half-blood wizards and Muggle descendants were thoroughly suppressed by pure-blood wizards, many participants died tragically, and those who were considered "useful" were sent to Naivaheban for imprisonment to be used for future experiments.

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

After killing his mother, his father left a profound message to Frederick:

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

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

This sentence became a thorn in his heart, causing him to regret for the rest of his life.

His father was right, his mother died because of him. This will be a scar on him for life.

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

He was locked up in a toxic isolation zone, his magic power was suppressed, and he could only silently endure the various pains inflicted by the jailers and the Kailasel family.

The scar on his left eye was left by his father himself after he was imprisoned as a permanent warning to him.

From a high-spirited young man in his twenties to the weathered and down-and-out middle-aged man he is today.

Frederick paid a heavy bill for his youthful recklessness.

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

He began to recall the night when all the nightmares began.

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

They gathered in the depths of the 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 Kalasel family. The magic wands broke, the spells failed, and blood flowed on their faces.

The screams continued.

In his vague memory, he returned to his father's face - with a hideous smile 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 the piercing sound of a poisonous snake, drilling fiercely into his eardrums and leaving a 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 recovered.

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

That group of snake spirits - those monsters that made him disgusted and terrified, their existence brought a bone-chilling coldness, pressing down on him like the night of a cold winter, and even the scorching heat of midsummer could not bring the slightest 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 cold green light flashing in their eyes. In the coldness, they absorbed everything from him, draining away the little warmth and emotion he had left, slowly and carefully.

Under the "snake kiss", his happiness and his positive emotions became untouchable illusions.

He was forced to relive his darkest moments over and over again - his father's rejection, his mother's tragic death, the failure on the night of the blood moon...

Those painful experiences were piled up layer by layer and magnified endlessly under the oppression of the snake spirit, and an endless abyss pulled him into it.

Every recollection brought him closer to the brink of collapse.

Many times, he wanted to end his life and put an end to this endless torture, but his mother's voice would always appear in his mind 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 skipped a beat, and a tenacity he had never felt before ignited in his heart.

He slowly opened his eyes, broke free from the control of the "Snake Kiss", and returned to reality. He looked around, and saw the angry and shocked Aurors in front of him, the snake spirits that formed 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 actually broke free from the "snake kiss", the Aurors around him widened their eyes, unable to 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 possibly break free from the 'Snake Kiss'? Not even the most determined pure-blood wizard can do it!" Another Auror growled hurriedly, with extreme uneasiness on his face.

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

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

"ssssssssssssssssssssssssssss~~"

"ssssssssssssssssssssssssssss~~"

Surrounded and approached by snake spirits, Frederick raised his blood-stained wand and slowly placed it against his forehead.

The grief and despair of fifteen years of imprisonment in Navahban, the countless sufferings and painful memories, had already tempered his soul like cold iron.

He closed his eyes, feeling the fire in his chest that never went out. 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 is the magic he comprehended - a law that cannot be released by the magic network, a power forged by despair during long imprisonment and tempering.

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

This power seemed to transcend the endless darkness deep in Navaheban and connect to an older and more mysterious source.

That is the forbidden word burned by the Naga Ring - Aether.

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

"Call the gods to guard and summon the shadow snake spirit!!!"

His deep voice was filled with determination and irrepressible power, every word like thunder.

As soon as he finished speaking, a crushed [∞] symbol suddenly appeared on Frederick's forehead, emitting a faint silver light, like a hot brand, deeply engraved in his soul.

With the power of the Dark Lord, he began to come into contact with the true source of the supernatural 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 silvery light rapidly expanded behind him, growing brighter and brighter, until the entire dank air of Naivaheban was filled with the chilly glow, like a ray of moonlight pouring down upon the darkness and decay of the prison.

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

It is fifteen meters tall, with a cold light in its eyes that pierces through everything. Its silver body is flawless and solemn, and it is surrounded by an inviolable majesty that is intimidating.

It quietly perched beside Frederick, like an ancient guardian god that had come from distant time and space to appear 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-devouring gods of death of Navaheban, but now they were trembling under the light of the Holy Snake and making shrill hissing sounds.

The snake spirits twisted their bodies as if trying to escape the irresistible pressure of death.

But in the face of such absolute power, even their chances of struggling seem tiny and insignificant.

The Holy Snake gently spit out a ray of silver light, which enveloped all the snake spirits. The light burned them like a raging flame, instantly turning them into countless black ashes.

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

The shadows and resentment that remained in the air were swept away in an instant, and a glimmer of light was torn apart in the gloomy atmosphere of the prison.

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

"Whoohoo-"

He fell to his knees, his chest heaving violently, and all his spiritual energy was drained away.

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

The Aurors around were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes were filled with horror and anger, and even more so, fierce murderous intent.

They saw a force that went against order, and the fear in their eyes overshadowed all their usual arrogance.

Someone roared loudly, breaking the brief silence:
"Kill him! Kill him now! We must not allow this kind of power to appear in the Naga Ring!"

In an instant, the Aurors around 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. Those spells that emitted strange light condensed into a deadly firepower network that was bound to tear him apart completely.

Frederick fell to his knees, fatigue in his eyes, but the unyielding light was still burning.

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

boom-----

A monstrous curse came upon him.

hum-

Just as the spells were about to hit him, a low humming sound suddenly appeared in the air.

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

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

The leader had blond hair and golden eyes, and was extremely handsome. His dark windbreaker outlined his straight figure, and his eyes under his black hat were cold and sharp, like a blaze. He held a 15-inch silver wand in his right hand, and exuded a fierce sense of oppression.

Next to him stood a beautiful woman with long emerald green hair tied into a pigtail and eyes of the same clear emerald green.

Her face had a beauty that was a mixture of firmness and gentleness, her figure was plump and upright, and she wore a pair of glasses on her nose, revealing her calmness and wisdom.

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

[Dawn·God of Fire·Open the way! ]

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

The moment the flames and spells intersected, those deadly spells collapsed instantly, as if melting in the heat and turning into invisible ashes.

The wall of fire stayed in the air for a short while, then spread out in all directions like a tide, enveloping everyone in the prison in flames.

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

“Ahhhh————”

“Ahhhh————”

Most of the prisoners were unaffected by the heat of the flames and stared in amazement at the scene before them, however many Aurors and a few villains who had participated in suppressing the prisoners struggled in agony in the flames, their bodies consumed by the flames and they let out sharp screams that pierced the darkness and echoed throughout the entire Naivach class.

The glow of the flames shone on Xia Xiu's face, outlining his unparalleled handsome features like a god.

As the fire 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 air, 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 magical aristocracy, as the ruling class of the old sage system, control the resources and economic power of the magic network and maintain this corrupt and exploitative system. Their arrogant bloodline interests are deeply rooted and they attempt to stifle all changes."

"Hence, they are the main enemies of the Sage Revolution."

Camille nodded slightly, and Xia Xiu's gaze shifted to Frederick, the man 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:
"As for the oppressed spellcasters, they have no magical 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."

Fire flickered all around, and the air was filled with the residual heat of burning.

Frederick was trembling all over, and his eyes were gradually filled with hope and enthusiasm.

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

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 who finally saw the guiding light.

He looked up at the angel, his eyes filled with longing, reverence and almost pious prayer, as if he saw God coming to earth.

He raised his hands as if worshiping the sun, and extended 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 rough, cracked and stained by prison life, with dried blood oozing between his fingers.

He tightly grasped the hand that Xia Xiu extended to him. The holy and flawless touch made him feel as if he was touching the light itself.

Frederick's palms trembled with excitement, his lips quivered slightly, and tears slid silently down, dissolving into the mud on his face, carrying endless relief and gratitude.

"It's you...it's you..."

Frederick's voice was choked with emotion, and his words were filled with deep reverence and longing.

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

The pain and despair of the past few years burst out at this moment. He tightly grasped Xia Xiu's hand, as if this was the salvation of his life and the only belief that could pull him out of the endless abyss.

The angel lowered his eyes and looked tenderly at the man kneeling in front of him. There was no trace of disgust in his eyes, but instead a hint of love and compassion.

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

"Fear not, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I bring the changer; I will strengthen you, I will help you."

This warm comfort made Frederick's tears even more violent. He knelt on the ground, sobbing, and all the pain was finally released.

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

They saw two "miracles" on this day.

Those who work in darkness, cross fire in the dark night; they were originally souls imprisoned in the endless abyss, enduring the torment of flames, but now they touch the long-lost light and witness the guidance of light in the darkness.

The Holy Father came to the world, showed his great power, and comforted the suffering.

He soothes the pain with his comforting hands, brings rest to the weary, and dispels the haze of despair with his unquenchable flame, allowing suffering souls to see hope.

On this day, they witnessed a "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 Web Weaving: 6/7]

[Magic Network Collapse Value Range: 21.111%]

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

[Akares: Liberating——]

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

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