The capital of the continent of Akares, Sercassa.

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

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

A corner of the ceiling has collapsed, revealing the scarlet sky outside. Dust is floating in the air like ghosts, and even the room itself is wailing.

In the center of the room, Samuel Kelasel, one of the Seven, was lying in a pool of blood. His whole body was covered with blood. There was a hideous wound on his chest that was as deep as the bone, and black and red liquid was slowly gushing out.

His face was full of resentment and pain, and his distorted facial features were almost unrecognizable.

He gritted his teeth and looked forward, his eyes piercing the enemy like venomous daggers.

"Aldris Velorion..."

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

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

Samuel gasped violently, and every word was accompanied by severe pain from the tearing wound, but he didn't care at all.

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

"It's you! It's you who introduced the Emerald Witch into the Ring of Naga! It's you who introduced the Dark Lord into the Hundred-Level World!

You fucking bitch!!!

Do you think that by surrendering to the Dark Lord, the realm of Okrum will be able to sit back and relax?

Stop dreaming!!!”

Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, but his curses became more intense, as if he had exhausted 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 Alliance will be invaded by the Abyss, and all of this!

All this is your fault! You are the sinner of the entire Hundred Layer 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 vicious eyes were still staring at the enemy in front of him.

Opposite him stood a huge owlbear.

Its white fur was stained red with blood, its body was covered with wounds, and its heavy breathing was mixed with a deep roar.

The owlbear's claws were still stained with wet blood, and its eyes were cold, staring at the dying Samuel without mercy.

Just as Samuel cursed in anger, the owlbear's body began to twist violently, its white fur gradually fell off, and its muscles and bones rapidly 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 after blood loss.

Blood dripped to the ground along the hem of her clothes, staining the cracked lines under her feet red.

Eldris Velorion stood there with cold eyes, as if she didn't hear Samuel's yelling and abuse.

Her expression was as cold as an ice sculpture, and there was neither pity nor pride in her eyes, only exhaustion and silent murderous intent.

Blood slid down her cheeks, mixed with dust and sweat, and flowed into her clothes, but she didn't care and just wiped it casually with her sleeves.

She raised her long staff and stared at Samuel's eyes full of resentment. Her tone was low but surprisingly calm:

"Forgive me, I have no choice."

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

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

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

"Fuck your shit!!!"

Samuel's voice was like the dying roar of a wild animal, piercing the dead silence in the room:

"You bitch! Traitor! You are no different than those Mudbloods!

Do you think you won?

Hahaha... What a big joke! You think the bastard you are following... the fourth sword-bearer in heaven... Hugh Abraham...

Do you think he will leave you alone?

He is a scourge! A scourge! Sooner or later, he will drag you bastards with him to hell!"

Eldris remained silent, the staff in her hand lit up slightly, and a cluster of blue-white magic beams condensed at the front of the staff, like a spinning missile, making a subtle 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 death?! What a bastard!”

Samuel continued to curse wildly, as if he was using his last strength to vent all his unwillingness and anger.

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

Eldris slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, she opened her eyes, her eyes as sharp as knives, and said coldly:

"Goodbye, Samuel."

boom--

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

The huge impact directly blew his upper body to pieces, blood and minced flesh splattered all over the dilapidated walls and floors, and a foul smell filled the entire room.

Silence returned to the room, except for the sound of blood stains still slowly sliding down the wall. Samuel's head rolled to the side, his eyes widened, as if he could not rest in peace.

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

She turned around slowly and looked out the window.

Outside the window, the sky over Sercassa was dyed blood red by the firelight.

A group of dark demons rode on broomsticks and flew unscrupulously through the air. Their laughter and spells were like crows flying across the night sky.

"For the great Majesty Abraham!!!"

"For the great Majesty Abraham!!!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "For the great Crown of Abraham!!!"

Eldris's eyes narrowed slightly, and she saw several groups of dark demons split into two groups. One group was flying towards her direction, 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 extremely lonely in the dilapidated room.

"Kay Russell... we have no choice. If Aurors are shining fireflies, then we are facing the sun. If the sun changes its trajectory so decisively, then these two shining fireflies will

How unfair people are, because we can't resist; you have to know that when the sun's rays sting your eyes and mine, there is a kind of...joking hidden in the full burning heat."

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On this day, the sky in Sercasa was shrouded in blood-colored dusk, and the air was filled with the smell of anxiety and dust.

With the fall of Samuel Kelasel, his headless body was lying on the broken floor of a secret room in Serkasa. Blood slowly seeped into the ground along the cracks, like the last trace of the city.

A symbol of struggle.

The traitor Eldris Velorion used decisive measures to end the life of one of the Seven of Kelasel, which opened the final prelude to the Dark Lord's complete victory.

Serkatha has fallen.

The banner of the Dark Lord 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 wizard class collapsed in the successive offensives. The once high-ranking Kailasel family was now like a monarch whose crown was torn off, and could only kneel in the shadow of the power of the abyss.

The Deep Diver Legion roamed the streets of Serkatha, their eyes empty, their behavior strange, and their strange aura enveloped every inch of the city.

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

Within an hour, two completely different headlines from this newspaper were distributed to the entire Magic Network and Floo Network.

In the first newspaper, the headline read:

"The Dark Lord is about to capture Serkatha. Wizards, stand up, let us join hands to resist this evil tyrant!"

The content of this newspaper is full of calls for resistance, trying to awaken the last hope of the wizarding class.

Various virtual boards are filled with oaths of loyalty to the Kellasel family and Aurors, as well as criticism of the Dark Lord.

The article often uses inflammatory language to describe how the Dark Lord's army is "cruel and ruthless" and "tramples on freedom."

However, when the Dark Demons and the Deep Ones entered the newspaper building, everything changed drastically.

Just an hour later, the title of the Serkasa Capital Newspaper was updated again and became——
To be continued...