Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 752: The Dark Lord and the Sage Revolution (End)
The capital of Akares continent, Serkasa.

In a secret room, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the dilapidated walls were covered with charred marks from magic.

In a corner of the room, a broken magic mirror was still emitting a faint light, and the ground was littered with fallen bookshelves, broken magic bottles, and mystical runes emitting cold light.

A corner of the ceiling had collapsed, revealing the scarlet sky outside. Dust floated in the air like ghosts, and even the room itself was wailing.

In the center of the room, Samuel Kylasser, one of the Seven, was lying in a pool of blood. His body was covered in blood, and there was a hideous wound on his chest that was so deep that the bone was visible, and black and red liquid was slowly oozing out.

His face was filled with hatred and pain, and his distorted features were almost unrecognizable.

He looked forward with gritted teeth, his eyes piercing the enemy like poisoned daggers.

"Eldris Valorien..."

His voice was hoarse but full of hatred, cutting through the air like a curse:

"You damn bitch, scumbag, the Dark Lord's lackey!!!"

Samuel gasped violently, each word accompanied by the pain of tearing wounds, but he didn't care at all.

His voice gradually became higher and higher, roaring with madness and despair:

"It's you! It's you who led the Emerald Witch into the Naga Ring! It's you who led the Dark Lord into the Hundred Worlds!

You damn bitch!!!
Do you think that by joining the Dark Lord, the Realm of Oakrum can rest easy?

Stop dreaming!!!"

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but his curses became more intense, as if he had used up the last bit of strength in his body:
"After the fall of the Naga Ring... no one will be able to drive out the Dark Lord! The entire Wizarding Union will be invaded by the Abyss, and all this!
This is all your fault! You are the sinner of the entire Hundred Layers World!!!"

As he roared, the pool of blood on the floor gradually spread, staining the magic circle beneath him red.

His body twitched slightly, but his resentful eyes were still fixed on the enemy in front of him.

Opposite him stood an extremely gigantic owlbear.

Its white fur had been stained red with blood, and its body was covered with wounds. Its heavy breathing was mixed with low roars.

There was still fresh blood on the owlbear's claws, and its eyes were cold and merciless as it stared at the dying Samuel.

As Samuel cursed angrily, the owlbear's body began to twist violently, its white fur gradually fell off, and its muscles and bones quickly reorganized in a strange way.

In a few breaths, the huge beast turned into an older woman.

The woman's face was as pale as paper, full of weakness and fatigue from blood loss.

Blood dripped down the corners of her clothes onto the ground, staining the cracked lines under her feet red.

Eldris Valorien stood there with a cold look in her eyes, as if she didn't hear Samuel's roar and abuse.

Her expression was as cold as an ice sculpture. There was neither pity nor complacency in her eyes, only fatigue and silent murderous intent.

Blood slid down her cheek, mixed with dust and sweat, and flowed into her collar, but she didn't care and just wiped it casually with her sleeve.

She raised her long staff and stared at Samuel's resentful eyes. Her voice was low but surprisingly calm:

"Forgive me, I have no choice."

Samuel's chest heaved violently, and the distorted expression on his face was like a mask on the verge of being torn.

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood foam splashed directly on Eldris's face.

Eldris just closed her eyes for a moment, and then remained expressionless.

"Bullshit!!!"

Samuel's voice was like the dying roar of a wild beast, piercing the silence in the room:
"You bitch! You betrayer! You're no different than those mudbloods!
Do you think you won?

Hahahaha... What a joke! You think the bastard you're following... The fourth sword bearer in heaven... Hugh Abraham...

You think he'll leave you alone?
He is simply a scourge! A scourge! Sooner or later he will drag you bastards down with him to hell!"

Eldris remained silent, the staff in her hand glowed slightly, and a cluster of blue-white magic beams condensed at the front end of the staff, like a spinning missile, making a slight buzzing sound.

"Did you hear that?! You are all just a bunch of puppets! Do you think the Dark Lord is some kind of savior?
No, he will only devour, corrupt, and destroy!
Just like you, Eldris, your hands are already stained with blood, is that enough?

Aren’t you afraid of going to hell after you die? You son of a bitch! "

Samuel continued to curse madly, as if he was using his last bit of strength to vent all his resentment and anger.

"You bitch! Just wait! When the Naga Ring becomes the garbage dump of the Abyss, the first person to be thrown in will be a scum like you!!"

Eldris slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, she opened her eyes, her gaze was as sharp as a knife, and she said coldly:

"Goodbye, Samuel."

boom--

With a deafening roar, a rotating magic missile shot out from the top of the staff and instantly pierced Samuel's chest.

The huge impact force blew his upper body into pieces, blood and flesh splattered all over the broken walls and floor, and a foul smell filled the entire room.

The room was silent again, with only the sound of blood slowly sliding down the wall. Samuel's head rolled to the side, his eyes wide open, as if he had died with his eyes open.

Eldris lowered her staff, looked down at the headless corpse on the ground, and said nothing more.

She turned slowly and looked out the window.

Outside the window, the sky of Sercasa was dyed blood red by the flames.

A group of dark magicians rode on brooms and flew recklessly in the air. Their laughter and spells were like crows flying across the night sky.

"For the great Abraham!!!"

"For the great Abraham!!!"

"For the great Abraham!!!"

Eldris's eyes narrowed slightly, and she saw that several groups of black magicians split into two groups, one group was flying towards her, and the other group was flying straight towards...

Capital Newspaper.

She tightened the staff in her hand, her knuckles turned slightly white, and her figure looked unusually lonely in the ruined room.

"Kalessel... we have no choice. If the Aurors are shining fireflies, then we are facing the sun. If the sun is so determined to change its trajectory, then how unfair it is to the shining people, because we cannot resist. You have to know that when the sun's eyes are shining and stinging our eyes, there is also a kind of... teasing hidden in the full heat."

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On this day, the sky of Sercasa was shrouded in a bloody dusk, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt and dust.

As Samuel Kylaser fell, his headless body lay on the broken floor of a secret room in Sercasa, and blood slowly seeped into the ground along the cracks, like a symbol of the city's last struggle.

The traitor Eldris Valorien ended the life of one of the Seven Lords of Kylasel with a ruthless move, marking the final prelude to the Dark Lord's complete victory.

Serkasa fell.

The Dark Lord's flag was like a wave of darkness, instantly engulfing the ancient capital, marking the complete liberation of the continent of Akares.

The old order of the wizarding class collapsed in the successive attacks. The once high and mighty Kailasel family was now like a monarch whose crown had been torn off, and could only kneel under the shadow of the power of the abyss.

The Deep Ones roamed the streets of Sercasa with empty eyes and strange movements. A strange aura enveloped every inch of the city.

At the same time, the Sercasa Capital Newspaper has become the most symbolic presence in this storm.

Within an hour, the newspaper sent out two completely different headlines to the entire Magic Network and Floo Network. On the first newspaper, the headline read:

《The Dark Lord is about to occupy Sercasa. Wizards, stand up, let's join hands to resist this evil tyrant! 》

The contents of the newspaper were filled with calls for rebellion, attempting to awaken the last hope of the wizarding class.

Every virtual page was filled with pledges of loyalty to the Carassell family and the Aurors, as well as accusations against the Dark Lord.

The article contains inflammatory language describing how the Dark Lord's army is "brutal and ruthless" and "tramples on freedom."

However, when the Dark Lords and the Deep Ones entered the newspaper building, everything changed dramatically.

Just one hour later, the headline of the Sercasa Capital Newspaper was updated again and became:

"The Holy Legion of His Majesty the Great Abraham Approaches Serkasa."

This new newspaper was extremely flattering, praising the Dark Lord's march as "the great cause of liberating the wizarding class" and praising the Green Witch Camille as "the light of hope for the common wizarding class."

The text even details how the power of the Abyss will end the oppression of the Aurors and redistribute the resources of the Leyline to "those who truly need it."

The wizard editors and reporters in the newspaper were all silent.

They hastily erased the incitement to rebellion in previous newspapers and even quietly destroyed the names of editors who had written protest articles.

They knew that if they made the slightest mistake, the newspaper could be uprooted by the Dark Lord's army.

The figure of the black magician walked through the streets of Sercasa, and the heavy footsteps and the sharp whistling of brooms filled the ears.

There were still a few Aurors fighting stubbornly on the streets, but the power of the suppression field had already overwhelmed them to the point where they were unable to fight back.

Some ordinary people of the wizard class stood behind the windows and looked out cautiously. They witnessed the city changing from a glorious wizard holy land to the territory of the Lord of the Abyss, feeling terrified and confused.

The lights inside and outside the newspaper office flickered, heralding the final extinction of the old order and the advent of a new order.

Within the space of an hour, two very different newspapers delivered a fact that could not be ignored:

Serkasa is a thing of the past, and the shadow of the "power of the abyss" is devouring every inch of light on this land.

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[Current power release limit: 88.89%]

[Currently, 5/7 Demon Network bosses have been destroyed]

[Magic Network Collapse Value Range: 93%]

[Liberation status of Akares continent: Already liberated! ]

[Zelko Continent Liberation Status: 64%]

[Liberation of Lortan Continent: 70%]

[Liberation of Elsin Continent: 39%]

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Naga Ring - Elsinya Continent

The continent of Elsinnia, which occupies 10% of the area of ​​the Naga Ring, is a land full of extremes and mysteries.

It has a vast coastline bordering the formidable stormy seas.

“Hua La Hua La Hua La~~~~”

“Hua La Hua La Hua La~~~~”

“Hua La Hua La Hua La~~~~”

The waves beat against the steep cliffs, creating waves of magical ripples, like an invisible spell echoing between the land and the sea.

The climate here is changeable and is influenced by strong ocean magic, with storms never stopping throughout the cycle of the four seasons.

Especially when the three moons alternate in phase, the storm becomes particularly fierce. Some invisible force is dominating everything, tearing and devouring everything on the earth.

The most extreme area of ​​the continent, the Arctic Circle, is currently shrouded in a fierce snowstorm.

In the fierce storm, the temperature in the entire Arctic Circle dropped sharply to -30℃. The violent snow and wind raged like a giant silver dragon, and there was only a cold vastness and roar between heaven and earth.

The sky was completely blocked by thick clouds, and the sunlight was excluded. Only the occasional flashing ice crystals in the wind and snow reflected a glimmer of light, adding an eerie atmosphere to this desolate place.

In the middle of this lifeless place, there stood a figure.

He seemed to be unaffected by the weather, and even though the strong wind whistled around him, it could not shake him at all.

He was a young man with blond hair and golden eyes. He was tall and slender, and wore a finely tailored black windbreaker, the hem of which fluttered in the strong wind. He wore a black top hat on his head, with the brim slightly lowered, covering his brow bone, but it could not hide his bright golden pupils.

Those eyes were as bright as stars.

The blond young man held a silver staff in his right hand. The wind and snow were whistling around him, but there seemed to be some invisible barrier that kept the raging snow and frost a few steps away.

Xia Xiu gently pressed the hat on his head with his left hand and looked up at the sky.

Snowflakes fell on his shoulders, but melted quietly, leaving only a trace of unreal water vapor.

"That is... the offspring of the crown..."

Xia Xiu muttered to himself, his voice low and with a hint of excitement. His golden eyes stared at the sky, and deep in the thick clouds, there was a huge city hidden.

The thick clouds rolled endlessly, like countless sleeping dragons circling in the sky, covering the endless ice fields in the polar regions.

In the cold greyness, a vague outline could be vaguely seen.

His golden pupils were fixed on the depths of the clouds, and the scene that gradually emerged was dazzling.

It was a floating city.

Its huge body floats above the wind and snow, stretching between heaven and earth like a forgotten continent.

Its diameter is about 5.45 kilometers and its area is an astonishing 7.8 square kilometers.

The scale of the city was breathtaking, with countless giant suspended platforms extending outward from its edge. These platforms, like giant hands, hung outside the city, supporting long-broken mechanical structures, and some even reached into the clouds, hidden in the wind and snow.

Through the broken ruins, one can vaguely see those giant gears and couplings still embedded in the skeleton inside the city, like the exposed skeleton of an ancient creature, telling of its once glorious mechanical civilization.

In the center of the city stands a main tower, as if it is the core of everything.

It rises straight into the clouds, with the outline of the top blurred, but the metal supports and spiral rune structures surrounding the tower exude a strong sense of oppression.

"Not a simple living god, but flesh and blood and machinery..."

Xia Xiu whispered, his words revealing a strong interest and a hint of amazement that was difficult to conceal:

"The relics they left behind during the glorious era...are truly miraculous!!
The union of flesh and machine, Yaldabaoth and Mikan, the vastness of His covering and the Broken God."

Inside his body, [Broken Fire] was jumping; on his right hand, [Seal of Ion] was spinning.

That kind of city is shaped by both order and chaos.

"The Kailasel family..."

Xia Xiu raised his silver cane and tapped the ground lightly, making a crisp sound, as if to awaken the frozen earth.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"You really have prepared a huge surprise for me!"