Many times, he hoped to kill himself and end this endless torture, but his mother's voice always appeared when he was most desperate:

"Nothing can ever crush a person, as long as you are willing to stand up."

Boom!!!

At that moment, his heart skipped a beat, and an unprecedented tenacity ignited in his heart.

He slowly opened his eyes, broke away from the control of "Snake Kiss", and returned to reality. He looked around, and in front of him were the angry and shocked Aurors. The snake spirits in the circle were still circling around him, and other people around him

The prisoners were still immersed in the "snake's kiss", with faces showing pain and eyes full of fear.

Seeing him break free from the "snake's kiss", the Aurors around him widened their eyes and couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"How could he... get rid of the 'Snake's Kiss'?" An Auror muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Impossible! How could this low-class mixed-blood break free from the 'snake's kiss'? Even the most determined pure-blood wizard can't do it!" Another Auror growled hastily, with extreme uneasiness on his face.

"What kind of power is this? What on earth is he...!" The third Auror's voice trembled slightly, and the wand in his hand even trembled slightly with fear.

The surrounding snake spirits squirmed uneasily and spat out snake messages at Frederick.

"Hiss, hiss~~"

"Hiss, hiss~~"

Surrounded and approached by snake spirits, Frederick raised the blood-stained wand and slowly pressed it against his forehead.

The pain and despair of being imprisoned in Nawahban for fifteen years, as well as countless suffering and painful memories, have already tempered his soul like cold iron.

He closed his eyes and felt the fire in his chest that had never been extinguished. The declaration brought by the Dark Lord's Holy Dove echoed faintly in his ears, and the power of the Ouroboros gradually reverberated in his heart.

This is the magic he understood - a law that cannot be released by the magic network, a power forged by despair in the long period of imprisonment and hardship.

Now, under the inspiration of the Dark Lord, he finally awakened it completely.

This power seems to have transcended the endless darkness deep in Nivahban and connected to an older and more mysterious source.

That is the word that was burned and banned by the Naga Ring - Ether.

If he were in Terra, he would know that the academic name of what he understood is: [Module].

"Call the gods, call the guards, call the shadows and snake spirits!!!"

His deep voice was filled with determination and irrepressible power, and sounded like thunder.

As soon as he finished speaking, a crushing [∞] symbol suddenly appeared on Frederick's forehead, emitting a faint silver light, like a fiery brand, deeply engraved in his soul.

With the power of the Dark Lord, he began to come into contact with the true source of transcendence for the first time.

The symbol rotated slowly, surging with mysterious power, attracting all eyes in the darkness to him.

As the symbol shined, a silvery-white light expanded rapidly behind him, getting brighter and brighter, until the entire cold air of Nawahban was filled with cold brilliance, like a ray of moonlight pouring down, reflecting in the darkness.

and in a decaying prison.

The light gradually condensed and took shape, and a huge holy snake slowly appeared. Its body was like flowing silver water, with a soft and cold luster like the moon.

It is fifteen meters high, its eyes are shining with a cold light that penetrates everything, its silver body is flawless and solemn, and it is surrounded by an inviolable majesty that is intimidating.

It lingered quietly beside Frederick, like an ancient patron saint, crossing over from distant time and space to appear in this world for him.

The holy snake raised its head slightly, and the cold light in its eyes passed over the densely packed snake spirits around it.

"roar--"

Those night-shadow snake spirits were once the nightmare of the prison, the soul-eating death gods of Nivahban, but now they were trembling under the light of the holy snakes and making shrill screams.

The snake spirits twisted their bodies as if escaping from the irresistible oppression of death.

But in the face of this absolute power, even their chances of struggling seem small and insignificant.

The holy snake gently spit out a ray of silver light, covering all the snake spirits. The light burned them like a raging flame, instantly turning them into countless black ashes.

In less than a moment, the silver light dissipated, and the snake spirits hovering around were swallowed up by the light of the holy snake and turned into dust, as if they had never existed.

The remaining shadows and malice in the air were swept away in an instant, and the cold atmosphere of the prison was torn into a shimmer.

However, the light was too short-lived. Frederick looked down at the wand in his hand and heard a "click" sound. The wand broke and scattered on his fingertips.

"Huhuhu——"

He fell to his knees, his chest heaving violently, and all his spirituality was drained away.

The guardian spirit behind him also gradually disintegrated at this time, and silver light floated in the air.

The surrounding Aurors were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes were filled with horror and anger, and even more ferocious murderous intent.

They saw some kind of force that violated the order, and the fear in their eyes covered up all their usual arrogance.

Someone roared loudly, breaking the brief silence:

"Kill him! Kill him now! Never let this kind of power appear in the Ring of Naga!"

In an instant, the surrounding Aurors raised their wands one after another, with cold murderous intent flashing in their eyes, chanting incantations, and the tip of the wand flashed with a terrifying light.

Deadly spells struck Frederick one after another, and those spells that emitted strange light condensed into a deadly web of firepower that was bound to tear him apart completely.

Frederick knelt on the ground, his eyes showed exhaustion, but the unyielding light was still burning.

He held the broken wand tightly and raised his hand with slight trembling, trying to resist the overwhelming killing intent.

boom-----

A terrible curse fell upon him.

Buzz——

Just when those spells were about to hit him, a low buzz suddenly sounded in the air.

Following this strange vibration, two twisted [∞] symbols appeared in front of Frederick, and the space was torn apart by invisible forces, twisting and mapping another different dimension.

In the depths of this twisted space, two figures slowly appeared, standing in front of Frederick.

The leader has blond hair and golden eyes, a handsome face, a dark windbreaker outlines his upright figure, and his eyes under the black top hat are cold and sharp, like blazing flames. In his right hand, he holds a fifteen-inch

The silver wand exudes a sharp sense of oppression.

Next to him, stood a beautiful woman with long emerald green hair tied into braids, and her eyes were also clear emerald green.

Her face is beautiful with a mixture of strength and gentleness, her figure is plump and straight, and she wears a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose, exuding calmness and wisdom.

When Xia Xiu emerged from the space and saw the monstrous curse, he simply raised his wand and waved it lightly.

【Dawn·Vulcan·Clear the Way!】

The temperature around him suddenly rose, and a circle of blazing flames shot up from around him, turning into a thick wall of fire, swallowing up all the incoming curses.

The moment the flames and magic spells met, those fatal magic spells instantly collapsed, as if they were melted into the blazing heat and turned into invisible ashes.

The wall of fire stayed in the air for a moment, and then spread around like a tide, covering the entire prison in flames.

The fire was like the flames of purgatory, burning the Aurors' confidence and pride into ashes.

"Ahhhh——"

"Ahhhh——"

Most of the prisoners were unaffected by the heat of the flames and looked at the scene in front of them in astonishment. However, many Aurors and a few villains who had participated in suppressing the prisoners struggled painfully in the flames. Their bodies were swallowed up by the flames, making miserable screams.

The cry, the sound pierced the night and echoed throughout Nivahban.

The brilliance of the flames reflected on Xia Xiu's face, outlining his handsome outline like a god.

As the firelight danced, his golden eyes were like flowing golden flames, deep and cold.

He gently took off his black top hat and stood in the firelight. The corners of his clothes were slightly raised in the hot air, like a messenger of judgment descending from the sky. He slowly turned sideways and looked at Camille beside him, his voice was low and determined:

"The Auror class and the magical aristocracy, as the ruling class of the old sage system, control the resources and economic power of the Magic Network and maintain this decadent exploitative system. Their arrogant bloodline interests are deeply rooted and they attempt to stifle all changes."

"Thus, they are the main enemies of the sage revolution."

Camille nodded slightly, and Xia Xiu's eyes moved to Frederick not far away, the man who was kneeling on the ground, covered in blood.

Frederick looked ahead blankly, as if he had not yet completely escaped from the abyss of despair.

Xia Xiu continued to face Camille:

"As for the oppressed caster class, they have no magic network property and no interests that can be exploited. It is their thorough anti-Auror stance that makes them the real main force of this sage revolution."

The firelight flickered around, and the air was filled with burning residual heat.

Frederick was trembling all over, his eyes gradually filled with hope and enthusiasm.

He looked like a devout believer who had seen the Lord's miracles.

He moved his body with difficulty, knelt on his knees, and squirmed step by step in the direction of Xia Xiu.

His arms trembled, like a man struggling in the darkness who finally saw the light of guidance.

He looked up at the angel, with longing, reverence and almost pious supplication in his eyes, as if he saw God coming to earth.

He raised his hands, as if worshiping the sun, and stretched out his pale, mud-stained and blood-stained hands to the blond young man.

Xia Xiu slowly knelt down and stretched out his clean right hand.
To be continued...