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

These people struggling with despair can hardly imagine...

A new order is coming!

Only Frederic Red could truly feel the strength and determination under heavy pressure from the Dark Lord's declaration.

In the light of the self-exploding Holy Spirit Dove, he quickly gained inspiration from the three Ouroboros spells left by the Dark Lord. These three spells were - Life-devouring Bite, Soul-wrenching Grip and Heart-Capturing Spell.

Hitomi.

Every spell contains hidden murderous intent and brutal rules, and the most deadly one is the "life-eating bite" he just cast.

Frederick recalled the moment of epiphany surrounding this incantation:

It is like an unreasonable and overbearing magic that temporarily borrows the power of some higher existence to trigger an irresistible death rule, forcing the human body's physiological functions to enter the "wrong" death program.

Once this curse is released, it is like death itself being summoned. No matter how strong the defense is, the curse will still trigger the death mechanism without any hindrance, causing everything in the human body to rush towards the result that will lead to death. This is simply a kind of attack on life.

Essential forced deconstruction.

He looked down at the blood-stained wand in his hand. The wand still emitted a cold silver light between his slightly trembling fingers, seeming to remind him of the cost of the fatal blow just now.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Frederick's mouth, and the smile was full of ridicule, contempt, and even a little relief.

His eyes fell on Fernando's body. The Auror who once looked down upon him with contempt no longer had the breath of life, and all that was left was a cold corpse.

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

The moment he raised his head, the Aurors around him were waving their wands in unison, with anger and vigilance in their eyes.

They cursed in a low voice and injected the magic power in their hands into the snake spirit with disdain and fear.

Under the control of Aurors, hundreds of nightshade snake spirits swarmed towards Frederick like a black tide.

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

Each snake spirit is like a god of death in the darkness, slowly approaching, and a suffocating sense of oppression gradually fills the air. Darkness and despair are pouring towards him from all directions like a tide.

Frederick stood in the center of the snake spirit siege, with his heart beating loudly. His fingers gently touched the blood-stained wand, and his fingertips were stained with the warmth of his own blood.

His gaze penetrated the surrounding snake spirits like sharp knives, but his consciousness could not help but go back to the distant and painful memories - that was before the riot, in the shadow of the cell, facing

The abyss of endless darkness and despair.

At that time, he huddled in a corner of the cold cell, staring blankly at the sky that had long been obscured, using only his remaining memories to piece together the bright starlight.

Starlight means freedom and the boundless space beyond imprisonment, but to him, it is more like a dream that can never be reached.

There is a free world outside the cell, but the surrounding iron walls and thick stone walls have long become a part of his life, sealing him in an unshakable darkness.

Time has become meaningless here, flowing day after day, seeming to completely annihilate his will.

He seemed to hear the whisper of time, and every second of ridicule seemed to be coming to his ears, pulling him deeper into the abyss.

But in the deepest place of endless despair, a faint fire suddenly ignited in my heart, like a tenacious spark.

It is weak, but stubbornly refuses to be extinguished, just like the firmness and unyieldingness that his mother's gentle hand once whispered in his ear.

At that moment, Frederick felt a little loosened in his heart. The light could not illuminate the entire darkness, but it could guide him to a glimmering path to the future.

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

He heard the Dark Lord's declaration, and he saw the Holy Dove soaring throughout the Ring of Nagas.

Many years later, Frederick finally breathed the breath 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 into nothingness in the dim light of dawn.

However, the hissing snakes all around always made Frederick's mind wander back to that painful past.

Frederick Read was born into a complex and discriminatory environment.

Although his father had part of the blood of the Kellasel family, he was despised because of his mixed-race status, while his mother was an ordinary Muggle.

His father was only close to his mother because of his greed for appearance. Frederick's birth was not expected. As an illegitimate son, he was spurned and bullied from an early age.

In the view of wizards in the Hundred-layer World, mixed-race wizards are often discriminated against by pure-blood wizards, and Frederick is not immune.

His father was even more ashamed to admit his existence, and would punch and kick him every time he went against his will. He even called him a "dirty mudblood" and tried 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 to use fists to fight back those who tried to bully him since he was a child. After learning magic, he used a magic wand to maintain his dignity.

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

However, his antipathy towards pure-blood wizards has deepened day by day, and he does not hide his hostility towards the Kailasel family.

Those pure-blood wizards who despised him predicted that he would one day be sent to Nevachban for resisting the authority of the Aurors, and this day finally came.

There is always a price to pay for youth and frivolity, and Frederick also paid a bloody price for his arrogance.

When he was about to graduate, he participated in the historic "Night of the Blood Moon", which was a fierce resistance between half-blood wizards and Muggle descendants against the hegemony of pure-blood wizards.

When the blood moon came, Frederick and a group of mixed-blood wizards planned a radical ritual. 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 ancient magic could also be used.

What they use.

However, they underestimated the restrictions placed on rituals by pure-blood wizards.

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

Half-blood wizards and Muggle descendants were completely suppressed by pure-blood wizards. Many participants died tragically, while those deemed "useful" were sent to Nivahban to be imprisoned for future experiments.

What makes Frederick even more painful is that his mother was killed by his father during the turmoil. In order to show his loyalty, his father did not hesitate to sacrifice her life and completely cut off his relationship with Frederick.

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

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

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

This sentence became a sting in his heart, causing him to carry regrets throughout his life.

His father was right, his mother died because of him.

This will be a lifelong scar for him.

After that, Frederick was imprisoned in Nivahban for fifteen years and suffered a lot of torture.

He was imprisoned in a toxic isolation area, his magic power was suppressed, and he could only silently endure all kinds of pain inflicted by the jailers and the Kailasel family.

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

From a high-spirited young man in his twenties, to the now weather-beaten and depressed middle-aged appearance.

Frederick paid a high price for his youthful frivolity.

Frederick closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but the coldness penetrated his nerves like a poisonous thorn - it was the coldness brought by the "snake's kiss", which he was all too familiar with.

He began to recall that night, the beginning of all nightmares.

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They gathered deep in the jungle, waiting for the response of the snake spirit, waiting for the raw power to break the control of pure-blood wizards. However, what waited for them was the suppression of the Kailasel family. The wand was broken, the spell failed, and their blood was

There was flow on his face.

The screams kept coming.

In his vague memory, he returned to his father's face - with a sinister 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 harsh snakes, piercing into his eardrums, and along with them, the bloody scars were branded on his face forever.

At that moment, Frederick felt that his dignity was like a torn piece of cloth, floating in the air, never to be regained again.

The "snake's kiss" quietly crawled into his soul, stripping him of the only remaining emotions and warmth.

Those snake spirits - those monsters that disgusted and frightened him. Their presence brought a bone-chilling coldness to him, pressing down on him like a cold winter night. Even the scorching heat of midsummer could not bring any warmth.

That kind of coldness came from the depths of his soul, swallowing up his consciousness bit by bit.

In that deep cold, Frederick felt that his humanity was stripped away and his light was destroyed.

The snake spirits were coiled around him, with green cold light flashing in their eyes. They absorbed everything from him in the coldness, draining away the little warmth and emotion he had left, slowly and meticulously.

Under the "snake's kiss", his happiness and positive emotions became an untouchable phantom.

He was forced to repeatedly experience the darkest moments - his father's rejection, his mother's tragic death, the failure of the Blood Moon Night...

Those painful experiences were layered on top of each other under the pressure of the snake spirit, magnified endlessly, and an endless abyss pulled him into it.

Every memory brought him closer to the edge of collapse.
To be continued...