The old craftsman looked at their departing figures with the same smile on his face, even a little gentler.

At this moment, the leader of the Emerald Guardians, Aldris Velorion, stood in front of Satis with a little eagerness.

A trace of anxiety appeared on her face, and there was urgency in her eyes:

"Master Satis, I must meet with the sage as soon as possible to discuss the prophecy of the Dark Lord. This matter is extremely urgent and is related to the safety of the entire Hundred Layer World."

Upon hearing the words "Dark Lord", Satis's expression changed slightly, and a vague and cold light flashed in his eyes, but he lowered his head to conceal the emotion at this moment.

After a while, he raised his head, regained his usual calmness and calmness, and said with a smile:

"Ms. Aldress, I know you are in a hurry, but you don't have to be in a hurry.

The academy has strict rules and regulations, and the sage's schedule must also be operated according to the procedures.

You can make an appointment first and wait patiently, we will respond later."

Eldris frowned slightly, feeling absurd in her heart.

I said the world was going to end and I wanted to see you sages, but you asked me to make an appointment and go through the process?

She seemed unwilling to give in, but in the face of the rotten and rigid rules of the college, she had no choice but to sigh softly, nodded silently, then turned around and left in the direction of the Luyuan students.

Satis watched their figures move away, still with an unchanging smile on his face, until he confirmed that they were out of sight.

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Night fell quietly, and the sky of the Naga Ring gradually turned from dim light to deep darkness, entering the dark hour.

The crystal wall system around the academy shimmers with cold fluorescence in the night, like a giant guarding secrets, blocking out all threats.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The old craftsman Satis stood in the dusk wearing a black cloak, his eyes slightly lowered, and his eyes unconsciously fell on his gloved right hand, and the burning pain on the back of his hand followed.

As the darkness approaches, it gradually intensifies, reminding him of the heavy and secret contract with the Dark Lord.

Under the cover of night, Satis, wearing a black cloak, walked silently through the stone corridors of Snake Spirit Academy. In the darkness, his figure almost blended into the shadows.

Faint echoes occasionally came from the dead corridor. The old craftsman tightened his cloak and walked steadily and lightly. It was obvious that he was familiar with these stealth techniques.

His right hand quietly passed through his pocket, and his fingertips touched the silver wand, the "Deathly Hallows" handed to him by the Dark Lord himself.

His eyes flickered slightly in the darkness, and he recited a few obscure spells in a low voice. The tip of the silver wand lit up slightly, and then the light suddenly disappeared. The surrounding air was distorted for a moment, and Satis' figure gradually

Disappeared without a trace.

His steps were light and cautious, making no sound as he expertly passed through several hidden corners and marched to the Venomous Fang Sect area of ​​the academy.

A hidden wall there was covered with ancient venom runes, emitting a faint fluorescent light. Those runes seemed to have vitality, squirming slightly, exuding a chilling and sinister atmosphere of poisonous mist.

"Fang Maze."

Satis muttered in a low voice, with a trace of admiration in his eyes. Almost no one knew about this passage. Only high-level wizards of the Poison Fang Sect were allowed to know the existence of its entrance.

This wall has become extremely terrifying due to countless years of poisons and curses.

Without a specific poison mark, no one can safely pass through this rune wall, and he——has this mark imprinted in his body.

Satis slowly raised his hand, his right palm facing the rune wall.

Following the guidance of the 'Ouroboros' mark given by the Dark Lord within his body, a stream of light green poisonous mist surged out from his palm and lightly touched the surface of the rune wall.

The poisonous mist dispersed, and the runes on the wall flashed with a dark green light, and then slowly parted under his palm, revealing a narrow and deep passage.

The entrance to the Venomous Fang Labyrinth opened, and a slightly pungent smell of poison floated in the air, seeming to linger around, giving it a depressing sense of intimidation.

The old craftsman stepped into the passage without hesitation, and as the walls closed quietly behind him, the surroundings fell into complete darkness.

Both sides of the labyrinth are lined with rough snake-shaped statues. Each statue sprays out poisonous mist from its mouth, and the toxin barrier is covered layer by layer, forming an invisible barrier.

Even if you are a fang sect student, this place is still extremely dangerous. Anyone who fails to take the antidote in time will gradually lose consciousness and fall into a coma.

Satis was not afraid of this. He skillfully took out a small bottle from his cloak, drank the thick antidote in it, and continued walking deeper into the labyrinth.

At the end of the Venomous Fang Corridor is an ancient iron door, engraved with ancient snake spirit runes and emitting a deep green light.

Behind this door is the Venomous Fang Sect’s exclusive secret repository—the center of toxin research, which contains countless rare toxin ingredients and ancient snake spirit magic scrolls.

Satis stopped and clenched his right hand, feeling the slight heat from the Ouroboros mark. He knew that the power of this mark was calling for the arrival of a certain existence.

His eyes flickered slightly in the darkness, he poured power into his palms, and murmured:

"Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssss~"

There were still some things he had not revealed to Camille Schiffany before.

If you want to speak Parseltongue, in addition to natural blood and transplanted organs, there is another option - soul fragments (soul link).

Legend has it that an unpromising Parseltongue holder was trying to silence the child of his enemy when his own spell rebounded to death, and a fragment of his soul was accidentally transferred to the child of his enemy.

in vivo.

Some wizards discover ways to use soul fragments or soul links and decide to take a darker path.

Driven by the desire for power and Parseltongue abilities, these wizards began to hunt down and imprison Aurors, dividing their souls and using part of them as spare spiritual material for transplantation to enhance their abilities.

This sounds a bit contrary to Tiangang, but it actually happened.

Aurors are the elite wizards in the entire Hundred-Level World. These wizards believe that the souls of Aurors are ideal materials.

Wizards formed a secret group and began to hunt and imprison Aurors. They used forbidden black magic to split the souls of these Aurors and used the soul fragments as materials for their own transplants.

This also completely angered the Auror family.

After Aurors were hunted and abused by some dark wizards, Nevachban was established by radical wizards in pure-blood families as a disciplinary institution to fight against these dark forces and stabilize the wizarding world.

Initially, Nevakhban was mainly supported by those families who wanted to protect the purity and authority of the wizarding bloodline, especially the Kailasel family, which had always advocated the nobility and purity of the wizarding bloodline.

When Nevachban was first established, the pure-blood wizarding family issued the so-called "bloodline review order" in order to further consolidate their control over Muggle-blood wizards and half-Muggle-blood wizards, especially those at the top of the wizarding society.

The Bloodline Review Order requires Serpentis College and all magical institutions to conduct a systematic review of wizards' bloodlines, with the goal of ensuring the purity of purebloods in high-level and core magical functions; all wizards with Muggle blood will be restricted from entry

Advanced magic education courses, especially advanced courses in the academy.

These wizards are banned from entering the Nivahban and senior positions in the Auror system.

Nivahban is responsible for enforcing this decree and overseeing the lineage vetting process in all magical institutions.

They have complete supervision and disposal rights to ensure the "fairness" of the review.

In order to strengthen the effect of the decree, Nivahban will also impose "blood seals" on wizards who do not meet the bloodline standards.

The Blood Seal is a magical seal cast by Nevakhban, which can permanently weaken the magic power of the caster, causing wizards who are considered to have "impure blood" to feel a significant weakening of their magic power when using daily magic.

Although the establishment of Nevachban was originally to maintain order in wizarding society, the implementation of the "bloodline examination order" caused great dissatisfaction within the wizarding world, especially those wizards of Muggle origin.

The pure-blood wizard family felt extremely dissatisfied with the oppression, and the undercurrent of contradictions continued to surge.

This decree nakedly demonstrated the pure-blood wizarding family's greed for power, and also led to strong resistance from Muggle wizards and half-Muggle wizards to the existing system.

"Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssss~"

In the dark and treacherous passage of the Venomous Fang Labyrinth, with the whispers of Satis, the power of Parseltongue contained in his soul fragments was extradited to the other end, as if a wave of energy was flowing through this deep labyrinth.

Ghostly hissing sound.

The sound was far and near, echoing between the toxin-filled stone walls, bringing an indescribable and strange aura.

And in the void deep in the maze, a slender figure gradually emerged.

With the Parseltongue chanting incantations, a figure slowly appeared from the void.

His dazzling blond hair hung slightly, and his golden eyes shone coldly in the dim corridor. His face was handsome and deep, with a dangerous charm that was difficult to conceal.

He was wearing a dark trench coat, and the hem of his robe was slightly flipped, showing an elegant and unruly demeanor.

Looking at this gloomy space, he slowly took off his top hat, hung it on his arm, then opened his arms and took a deep breath of the poisonous air with a brilliant smile on his face.

The terrifying toxins of the Poison Fang Labyrinth are no threat to an angel with two hearts and three lungs who has completed the construction of the Twenty-Four Saints.

When Satis saw the arrival of the Dark Lord, he felt a little uneasy in his heart, but he quickly calmed down his emotions, lowered his head respectfully, bowed slightly, and whispered:

"grown ups."

Xia Xiu glanced at him lightly, with a satisfied smile on his lips, and said in a gentle tone:

"Very good, Satis. It's done more perfectly than I imagined. I thought I had to wait for two or three days."

Satis raised his head slightly, with a touch of awe in his eyes, and responded humbly:

"All of this is thanks to the strength and guidance you have given me. They play a vital role in this, and it is an honor for me to work for you."

"Yeah..."

Xia Xiu smiled and didn't say much about the old craftsman's flattery.

His golden eyes looked ahead at the dormitory of the mysterious Scale Sect.
Chapter completed!