Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 745: The Dark Lord and the Sage Revolution (IX)

Akadien City in the Akares continent.

The entire Naga Ring has been shrouded in the Dark Lord's declaration. This is the third day after the declaration.

The dawn was filled with ominous clouds. The streets were sparsely populated, the hustle and bustle of the past was replaced by an invisible sense of oppression, the air was filled with a heavy atmosphere, a thick layer of poisonous fog enveloped the city, and even the academic atmosphere of Serpentis Academy was dimmed.

Some radical magic theorists gathered quietly in the streets and alleys. They discussed the idea of ​​"node independence" with low voices as the main tone. They believed that each spellcaster should have independent control over his or her energy and that the family's control over the magic network nodes should be lifted.

Those discussions were dominated by "quiet conversations, quick glances and uneasy whispers", and everyone was nervous and angry, with resistance to family control surging in their hearts.

At the same time, the family's declarations of "magic is natural" and the Dark Lord threat theory were overwhelming and could be seen everywhere.

《Monsters from Hell invade Akares! Dark terror descends!》

《The Lord of the Abyss destroys the order of Navaheban! The notorious destroyer approaches the Snake Spirit Academy!》

"The wizarding society is in danger! The power of the Dark Lord infiltrates Akareth, and the truth behind the fall of Navaheban is revealed!"

《The Lord of the Abyss appears in Akares! The wizarding world should take countermeasures immediately! 》

Various bulletin boards, magic phantom projections, magic broadcasts and other equipment continuously broadcast the Dark Lord's threat theory for 28 hours.

The Kailasel family uses the powerful resources of the magic network to control the information dissemination channels of almost every spellcaster.

The family's explanation of "magical naturalism" was broadcast on magic projection screens in the college lecture halls and on the streets of the city.

The family spokesperson was dressed in a neat black robe, with a solemn and dignified expression, and spoke in a tone almost like a preacher:

"The stability of the magic network comes from the 'sacred duty' of each of us spellcasters. Everyone's contribution of magic power is like the breathing of this world. It is a natural flow guided by the laws of magic and a manifestation of balance. Those who question this balance are all betrayers!"

The family used authoritative spellcasters and high-level scholars to instill the concept of "magical naturalism" into the entire city through public speeches.

The exquisite magic light screen played the phantom of ancient magic balance, showing the mysterious and profound "Way of Balance". They said:
"The construction of the magic network has its own mysterious origins. Every flow of magical energy is the result of natural selection. It is not controlled by anyone or manipulated by any individual."

Although the Kailasel family's remarks are high-sounding, they cannot conceal the authoritarian attitude behind them.

Rumors of an "academic blacklist" gradually spread in the city. Scholars who supported the node independence theory were deprived of their right to speak, their academic qualifications were forcibly revoked, and they were even unable to attend any academic activities.

These scholars were expelled from the wizarding academy and major academic institutions. The names on the blacklist became like a brand, an invisible shackle for them.

The news of the family's covert pressure spread in the streets and alleys. The academy closed all research groups related to the node theory and directly fired many scholars. Their research materials were forcibly confiscated. The family's authority enveloped the entire academic community like a dark tide.

In order to consolidate their control, the family began to frequently use the word "traitor" to describe spellcasters who supported the Node theory.

In public statements and secret documents, scholars who support the liberation theory are labeled as "destroyers of the magical order", implying their threat to society. On the streets and alleys, people warn each other not to contact "traitors". If anyone is found to support the node independence theory, they will be severely punished by the family.

In this trial-like oppression, the Kaylaser family did not stop at warning.

For some key supporters of the node theory, the family directly dispatched agents to monitor their every move and even threaten them.

Their daily lives were completely disrupted, their families were harassed, and even strange shadows appeared at their doorsteps from time to time at night, which was chilling.

Scholars who were on the sidelines became the targets of the family's solicitation. Lobbyists came with generous research funds and resources, trying to silence these people with benefits. They promised that as long as they gave up their doubts about the family, they would receive generous academic treatment.

At the same time, the family and the academy jointly imposed professional penalties on all scholars holding "radical" ideas.

They are restricted from publishing papers, cannot enter any public academic occasions, and their names are deliberately excluded from the invitation list of every conference.

The scholars’ theories were suppressed, their research results were sealed, and all voices were forcibly silenced, turning into countless dusty scrolls, silently piling up in the shadows of the city of Arcadia.

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At this moment, in the meeting hall of Serpentis Academy, an oppressive silence enveloped the air.

On the main seat in the center of the hall, the guardian of the Crystal Wall Council, Alex Kailasel, and the current head of the Kailasel family, Alfred Kailasel, sat side by side, their expressions revealing anger and uneasiness that were difficult to conceal.

The two men had gloomy expressions and their eyes were fixed straight ahead, as if an invisible pressure was gradually eroding their dignity.

Below them, the teachers of Serpentis Academy and the backbones of the Kailasel family lined up, staring at the head of the family quietly.

The professors lowered their eyes, not daring to look directly at the majesty of the main seat.

In the queue, the old craftsman Satis Elosak remained silent, his eyes sweeping across his colleagues beside him. His gaze was as calm as an ancient well, but it concealed a hint of calm observation.

boom--

In this silence, the head of the Kailasel family slammed the table, and the sound exploded in the meeting room like thunder. The flames of anger almost burst out of his eyes. He roared, with a kind of loss of control and resentment in his voice that could not be concealed:
"I don't understand why the wizarding world is now talking about the coming of the Lord of the Abyss! It seems that the poisonous swamp and poisonous fog of Akareth are destined to become the place of doom for our Kailasel family!"

He stood up suddenly and scanned everyone in the hall with sharp eyes, trying to find some answers on these faces.

"Do you remember? Four hundred and fifty years ago, the bloodline of our Kailasel family established this Serpentis Academy to carry forward the heritage of snake spirit magic! On the seat of the Wizard Union, above the Hundred Worlds. Every inch of land in the Naga Ring was once under the control of our family. The glory of our wizard world hangs high in the sky, and the glory of the Naga Ring will always be connected to us."

The patriarch's tone suddenly became low, and his voice was like suppressed thunder, carrying a majestic lament.

"At that time, our wizards were full of vigor and vitality, the family amulet shone in glory, and faith gathered at our feet like a tide. The wizards were willing to pledge allegiance to the power of the family, and their loyalty was as solid as a rock. The grand scene at that time seemed as if the world was in our hands, and that kind of unparalleled glory... seemed like yesterday."

"However, today, with just one declaration, this poisonous swamp that we have protected for generations has become our nightmare! The shadow of the abyss is gradually infiltrating. The night shadow snake spirits, those creatures that once served us, are shrinking and fleeing. Even the cages of Navaheban are trembling before his power."

"Those rebels who were suppressed by us are now freed because of him, while we, the Kaylaser family, the pillars of the Wizarding Union, are forced to feel fear and insecurity in our own land!"

"Is our Kailasel family, a wizard family that was once omnipresent and in control of everything, really going to decline in this land? Just because of a declaration? Just because of the shadow of a Lord of the Abyss?!"

The silence in the hall became even more oppressive, as if even the air was condensed by this anger.

Under the wrath of the owner, the hall fell into complete silence.

No one was willing to touch this sharp thorn. Everyone held their breath and weighed their own position in their hearts.

Only the guardian of the Snake Spirit Crystal Wall Council, one of the seven elders, is not afraid of the majesty of the head of the family.

He slowly stood up, the golden snake pattern on his red robe flickering slightly in the firelight, his eyes were as cold as ice as he glanced at everyone present.

"There is a traitor among us."

The Guardian's voice was low and chilling.

The moment the words fell, everyone's faces turned pale and gloomy, and the atmosphere around them suddenly became tense.

Alex continued, his voice like a sharp blade, cutting into everyone's heart:
"The secret order of Serpentis Academy was leaked and fell into the hands of the Dark Lord. That person also assisted the Dark Lord in kidnapping and brutally killing Damian Kylasel, a member of my Kylasel family. By the time we found him, his blood had already been drained, leaving only a broken body. It was horrible to look at."

A gust of cold wind blew through the hall, and a suffocating feeling of oppression quickly spread among the crowd.

The guardian's gaze rested on the professors and he raised his wand coldly:

"The traitor is among you, there is no doubt about that."

The movement of him taking out his wand was full of murderous intent. The professors around him finally couldn't bear it anymore. They looked at each other and put their hands on their chests, touching their wands, their bodies tense and alert.

The backbones of the family did not hesitate, and directly took out their wands and pointed them at the professors, with undisguised vigilance and hostility in their eyes. The professors' faces turned pale, realizing that the situation before them was completely beyond their expectations - this was not an emergency meeting on how to deal with the Dark Lord, but a carefully arranged Hongmen Banquet.

The mentors of the Fang School and the Mystic Scale School had gloomy faces. The positions and dignity of their representatives were challenged - the former represented the academic class of the wizarding world, and the latter represented the civilian wizard class.

Adrian Finn, the mentor of the Mystical Scale School, looked at the Guardian coldly with a dagger-like gaze, and his tone was unyielding:
"Are you, Kailasel, planning to trap us here to death today?"

Alex narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice was cold and indifferent:
"We are simply making sure the traitors have nowhere to hide."

Adrian sneered, his tone full of sarcasm: "If you want to accuse someone of a crime, you can always find a pretext. I guess you don't intend to let us leave unscathed today, right? But you know what it means to attack us."

At this time, the head of the family, Alfred, glanced at the guardian coldly, and said in a calm voice with a hint of dissatisfaction:

"That's enough. We are not in the trial seat. It is unwise to accuse anyone without solid evidence."

Although his tone was light, the majesty in it still made the guardian lower his head slightly.

The head of the family, Alfred, then turned to the professors with a gentle look on his face. He slowed down his voice and spoke in the tone of an elder:
"Everyone, Damian's death and the failure of the academy's defense have indeed dealt a great blow to the foundation of the family. As the head of the family, I am deeply disturbed. This is not only a loss for the family, but also a hidden danger that all of us cannot ignore."

His tone was gentle and considerate, but his eyes were still calm, like a hidden blade.

He continued:
"We have consulted the Sage, and he is about to issue a holy word to take action to eliminate the Dark Lord's chaos. However, at this critical moment, any slight omission may lead to irreversible consequences."

Alfred's tone gradually became heavier, carrying an invisible pressure.

"Therefore, before the Sage's Word officially comes, for the safety of the family and the future of the academy, I can only ask you to stay here temporarily to ensure that everything is safe. This is our common responsibility and is also for the long-term interests of the family."

As soon as the head of the Kailasel family finished speaking, a deeper shadow fell on the faces of the professors in the entire meeting hall.

They remained silent helplessly, their expressions gloomy, knowing in their hearts the true meaning of "staying here for a while".

The changes taking place in the city of Arcadia were obvious, and everyone understood that once they were placed under house arrest, they would lose their power and freedom to speak out, and the power of the academy and resistance would be completely destroyed.

The professors glanced around secretly. The Aurors stood in a circle, watching them with cold and vigilant eyes.

There was a veiled hostility in the air.

At this moment, two of the Seven Lords are sitting in the hall. I am at the mercy of them. Once they resist, it will give the Aurors an excuse to suppress them in one fell swoop.

The power of the family is now like a hanging blade, which can be cut off if you are not careful.

The professors' hands trembled slightly, but in the end, with extreme resentment and repression, they were forced to slowly put down their wands, their fingertips clenched so tightly that they almost pierced their palms.

The patriarch saw this scene and smiled with satisfaction. His eyes were filled with the coldness of victory. He clapped his hands lightly and ordered in a deep voice, "Put on the magic-forbidden shackles on them."

As the order was given, the Aurors of the Kaelasse family rushed forward with heavy shackles in their hands, roughly twisting each professor's hands behind their backs, and mercilessly buckling the cold and hard magic-proof shackles on their wrists.

These shackles are heavy and cold, infused with anti-magic spells. Once worn, they will completely block the caster's magical channels.

Even the Ouroboros spell, which was meant to bypass the Sage's Network, could not be cast.

click-

The sound of locks being tightened echoed again and again in the hall, each sound like a brand of oppression, deeply engraved in the professors' hearts.

The old craftsman Satis Elosak was also shackled and his eyelids drooped.

The professors around him all had angry looks on their faces, with deep humiliation and depression in their expressions, and a mixture of resistance and powerlessness in their hearts.

They avoided looking at each other, not wanting others to see their helplessness at this moment, but the shadow of humiliation hung over everyone's face like shackles.

The Aurors, on the other hand, were full of coldness and contempt, and had no respect at all for these former academic authorities.

They pushed the professors roughly and led them out of the meeting room like prisoners, as if they had been completely degraded into insignificant prisoners.

Soon, the news was spread quickly and intentionally, and the whole city of Arcadia was discussing the news that the professors were under house arrest.

The family deliberately promoted this incident as a "cleansing of reactionary forces" and regarded the collective house arrest of the professors as a "necessary measure" for the family to regulate the wizarding world, while those reactionary forces who dared to speak out were brutally suppressed by the Aurors.

Since then, the city of Arcadia has been filled with fear and oppression under the high pressure of the Aurors. All voices of resistance have gradually been silenced by this iron-blooded authority, as if they were completely crushed.

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Akareth Continent, Letherien (North).

The continent of Akares is divided into plates with their own characteristics. The southern part of the continent is a humid and gloomy poisonous swamp area, where the continent's capital, Serkasa, is located. The city of Arcadian is a satellite city of Serkasa.

Letherien is located in the north of the continent of Acares. It is also contemptuously called the "Muggle Base Camp". It is also a gathering place for the Muggle class and the civilian wizard class.

There is a quiet village outside of Letherien called Adelin Village. Although the village is surrounded by the wizarding city, it is mostly inhabited by Muggles. The villagers live a simple life and know little about the wizarding world. However, today, the silence of Adelin Village was broken. An Ouroboros flag engraved with [∞] fluttered in the wind, attracting the attention of the villagers.

This flag symbolizes a mysterious and unknown power. Many villagers whispered about it, with curious and nervous expressions on their faces. They did not dare to approach, but were deeply attracted by the scene before them.

Teams of black-robed wizards lined up in neat rows, their faces grim and serious, standing silently on the village road. An invisible chill filled the air. The villagers had never seen such an orderly and imposing team of wizards.

The black-robed wizards stood as steady as statues, maintaining a precise distance from each other, exuding a majestic and unapproachable aura.

The leader of these black-robed wizards was a young woman whose emerald green hair shone softly in the morning light. She spoke softly to an old wizard.

The old wizard he was talking to was Taslo, the guardian of the village of Edelin, an elderly spellcaster who was known for his friendliness towards Muggles.

Although Taslo is old, he always maintains a sense of superiority in the relationship between Muggles and wizards, and reveals an innate arrogance.

However, today, Taslo's attitude was different from before. When facing the young woman with long emerald green hair, his expression was full of obvious humility and respect.

He bent down slightly, as if explaining something to her, with a hint of undisguised panic in his voice.

"Lord Camille," Taslo whispered, trying to sound calm, but unable to hide his nervousness.

"Although the village of Edlin is small and most of the villagers are Muggles, everything is under your control... You don't need to worry about any resistance here."

"This place should be very close to Letherien," Camille asked.

"Yes...it's very close. The round trip journey takes less than five hours." The old wizard replied.

"very good."

Camille nodded and looked at Letherien with deep eyes.

On the third day after the Dark Lord's declaration, the Auror class suppressed all reactionary forces within the capital of the Akares continent, and the Navaheban led by the Emerald Witch marched to the "Muggle Base Camp" in the north.

Camille had been planning in her mind for a few days and commanded a small-scale raid to test the Auror force in Leatherion.

She planned to lead the Nevahban on a march and lay siege to Letherien.

Yes, you heard it right, it is... a siege.