Ring of Nagas·Akares Continent.

The continent of Akares is located in the southern part of the Ring of Naga plane, accounting for about 25% of the total land area of ​​the entire plane. It is the core area of ​​poison and snake spirit magic, as well as poisonous swamps, dense jungles, snake spirits and magical toxins.

A gathering place for living things.

Nawahban Prison is secretly located here.

The thick stone walls are covered with old poisonous swamp moss, and the surrounding jungle is dense and eerie, exuding pungent moisture.

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

This place is regarded by Aurors as an artificial wetware processing factory.

This moment is like purgatory on earth.

"Hush, hiss, hiss~~~"

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

A giant Medusa basilisk hovers in the prison halls, threatening any prisoner who tries to resist.

They opened their huge mouths and spit out scarlet snake letters full of venom. Their eyes exuded a cold light of death, ruthlessly tearing apart the souls who dared to get close under the spells of the Aurors.

The Aurors stood coldly beside the basilisk, their eyes flashing with disdain and anger that could not be concealed.

Their black cloaks fluttered in the wind, and their metal armor shone with dazzling light in the sun.

They raised their wands and cursed the prisoners wantonly, with mocking smiles on their lips.

"Look at you low-blood half-bloods and filthy Mudbloods!"

An Auror sneered, pointing his wand directly at a prisoner who fell to the ground, with shuddering contempt in his voice.

"Nawahban is your only destination, scum! Are you still trying to escape?"

"You are not even qualified to stand!" Another Auror raised his wand and roared, throwing a lightning-like spell at the prisoner not far away.

"Damn the dove, damn the Dark Lord!!"

"If those pigeons hadn't suddenly exploded, shattering the cage, and the splattered holy damage had killed the soul-sucking basilisk, do you think you could have come out?"

"You all dare to resist? What a dream! Just wait, the Kailasel family will not let you go!

boom--

boom--

boom--

In the cold air of Nivahban, the embers of the self-destruction of the Holy Spirit Dove are still floating, carrying some traces of holy light, bringing a strange brightness to this dark prison.

The Aurors waved their wands angrily while cursing, and each Medusa basilisk coldly petrified the escaped prisoners. The doves that exploded in the air were hit by magic, and scattered fragments of holy light, and in an instant they were restored.

Swallowed by the thick darkness.

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

He is tall but somewhat thin, and his hair has long been gray and draped messily around his shoulders, silently telling the story of his fifteen years of darkness.

There is a ferocious scar on his left eye, extending from the brow bone to the cheekbone, like a deep mark made by the carving knife of time. The slightly white scar reveals a cruel and tenacious strength.

The worn prison uniform was covered with dust and blood, and the sleeves and trousers were torn, exposing his skin covered with old wounds.

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

His hands were covered with blood, and his fingers were still holding the wand he had snatched from an Auror. The original exquisite carving of the wand was now tightly held by his fingers, stained with bright red marks.

Frederick raised his head and looked up at the crack above the prison. The sun shone through the slightly opened crack and shone on his shoulders.

He squinted his eyes and felt the warm touch of the sun. The long-lost light penetrated the darkness in his heart, making him feel a kind of freedom that had been lost and found.

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

"Mudblood, get back!!!"

The jailer, Fernando Kelasel, was fat and wore a thick black robe. He held the wand in his stubby fingers and stared at the trembling prisoners like a poisonous snake with a sinister smile on his lips.

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

The warden's plump cheeks were red with anger, and his eyes were filled with disgust for the prisoners.

"Hissssss~"

"Hiss, hiss~"

As he roared, terrifying night shadow snake spirits gradually appeared in the surrounding air, as if they were awakened from the darkness and emerged silently.

These night shadow snake spirits are as translucent as dense fog. Their bodies are winding and coiled like giant pythons. They are more than ten meters long. Their surface is covered with black smoke-like scales, undulating slightly, exuding a strange and depressing aura. The head of the snake spirit

His green eyes were as bright as will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness, revealing bloodthirsty and ruthless coldness.

They open their mouths full of sharp teeth and spit out bursts of dark poisonous mist. When you get close to them, you will feel a bone-chilling chill, as if the darkest memory in your heart is 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 meaning of the existence of Nawahban 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 will be like loyal blood-suckers, slowly and greedily absorbing the magic power of prisoners, draining away the weak life force bit by bit.

Over time, they will possess or coil around the prisoner's body, making every breath a painful ordeal.

The prisoner's magic power is extracted and flows into the magic storage device deep in the prison, turning into a steady stream of energy that supports Nivahban's shield and defensive array.

Those prisoners who have been haunted by night shadow snake spirits will involuntarily show fear whenever they see the figures of these snake spirits again.

Because the adsorption process called "snake's kiss" will completely deprive people of their inner light and bring endless despair.

The snake spirit can drag prisoners into the abyss of memories, forcing them to relive their most painful memories over and over again. Any happiness and hope will disappear under the erosion of the snake spirit, replaced by deep sadness, and any hope will be torn apart.

crack.

At this moment, under the 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 hollow, and they were immersed in endless despair.

Some prisoners have lost interest in life and even have no hope of survival in their eyes. This is the moment when the snake spirits can absorb the maximum amount of magic power.

Fernando Kelasel squinted his eyes, had a sneer on his face, folded his arms, and looked at the rioting prisoners step by step backward under the pressure of the Night Shadow Snake Spirit.

The night shadow snake spirits hovering next to him stared at the surroundings coldly, their green eyes flashing with cold light, and a few wisps of dark poisonous mist floated out from their mouths, making the air colder and more depressing. Fernando Low

He taunted:

"How can a vulnerable Mudblood with such a fragile will be compared to our bloodline of Kailasel?"

"Jiejiejie~~~~"

His triumphant laughter echoed in the darkness, shrill and harsh.

The prisoners trembled under the shadow of the snake spirit, and the rioting team began to lose order and gradually retreated.

At this moment, a figure stepped forward in the darkness, breaking the desperate silence—Frederick Reid, standing out amidst the chaos and fear.

He slowly raised the blood-stained wand in his hand, his fingers pale but steady, staring at Fernando not far away, and coldly uttered a few words:

"The Curse of Ouroboros·The Life-Eating Bite!!!"

A silvery-white light quickly lit up at the top of the wand. The light twisted and twisted at his fingertips, condensing into a [∞] symbol, glowing with an ominous silver glow, like the whisper of death.

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

The prisoners couldn't help but close their eyes. The hissing in the air around them was suddenly harsh, like tens of thousands of venomous snakes emitting fatal roars at the same time.

"What the hell is that..."

The proud expression on Fernando's face disappeared instantly, replaced by shock and fear.

He waved his wand subconsciously, trying to counterattack to block this fatal light, but his spell seemed so powerless in front of the silver light.

The silver-white light penetrated his defense like a living creature and hit his chest hard.

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

Fernando's eyes suddenly opened wide and his mouth opened, as if he wanted to roar or curse, but he couldn't even make a sound.

The silver light swam through his body like a poisonous snake, penetrated into his flesh and blood, and spread 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 showed a strange twisted posture, and he collapsed heavily on the ground.

The silver light gradually peeled off from his body and turned into little dissipated light fragments. As the remaining light drifted away in the air, Fernando Kelasel's life was completely swallowed up by the spell and turned into a lifeless body.

Corpse.

The shocked expressions on the faces of the surrounding Aurors could hardly be concealed. They stared at the body of Fernando Kelasel in stunned silence, as if they still could not accept that the warden would fall at the hands of prisoners.

There was a rare fear in his eyes that were usually arrogant and unruly in the past.

The silver light fragments gradually dissipated from Fernando's body, like countless fine dust, floating in the air with the wind, taking away his ridiculous pride and life.

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

Those who were able to escape when the Holy Spirit Pigeon detonated the prison were originally just running for their lives in a panic, like a group of headless flies trying to find a way out under heavy pressure.

Although the Dark Lord's declaration was still in their ears, their minds still did not fully understand the profound meaning of the change.
To be continued...