Extraordinary pedigree

Dark Time/7:00.

Damian Kelasel's living darkroom.

The scene in the darkroom presents a depressing atmosphere. The whole room is dimly lit, and the walls are made of obsidian bricks, emitting a cold glimmer.

There are several ancient stone statues placed around, all of which are images of entrenched snake spirits, with empty and sharp snake pupils, as if monitoring everything in the room.

In a corner of the darkroom, there is a group of crimson bookshelves, on which are densely arranged various rare magic books, some of which have yellowed covers.

The red-robed wizard Damian was controlled to sit on the red velvet chair in the center of the room, with a straight and stiff posture, his hands resting on his knees, his eyes looking forward blankly, like an abandoned puppet.

Beside the desk, Xia Xiu looked leisurely, tapping the table lightly with his fingers. The Snake Eyes Scroll was spread on the table, and clear footprints appeared on the surface of the scroll - these marks symbolized the positions of the tutors of each academy with different totems. Xia Xiu looked at these marks one by one with calm and focused eyes:

--Snake Spirit Scroll--

Ivan Sorensen|Venom Fang Sect Instructor

Mira Castel|Venom Fang Sect Instructor

Sophia Romano|Venom Fang Sect Senior Instructor

Philip Kelasel|Head of the Spell Protection Department

Damian Kelasel|Giant Serpent Sect Special Instructor|

Alex Kelasel|Giant Serpent Sect Defense Instructor|

Isabelle Kelasel|Giant Serpent Sect Combat Instructor|

Adrian Finn|Mysterious Scale Sect Instructor

Lia Kesel|Mysterious Scale Sect Senior Instructor

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Xia Xiu looked at each name carefully, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he knew these people by heart.

The totem and position of each instructor clearly appeared on the scroll, and even their factions and responsibilities were clearly marked.

His eyes were solemn and casual, as if he was choosing the next chess piece.

The old craftsman Satis couldn't help but glance at those precious magic books, with unconcealed joy and desire in his eyes.

Even in a dangerous situation, he was still deeply attracted by these books, and from time to time he quietly stretched out his fingers and gently touched the edges of these volumes, with a thirst for knowledge in his eyes.

Soon.

Xia Xiu withdrew his eyes from the Scroll of the Snake Spirit. He casually closed the scroll and placed it on the table, as if he had just completed a certain research, careless and relaxed.

His eyes slowly swept across the room and finally stopped on Damian.

The red-robed wizard sat stiffly on the aristocratic red chair at this moment, his hands obediently placed on his knees, his eyes empty and dull, like an unconscious puppet.

The old craftsman Satis stood aside, with a bit of awe and contemplation in his eyes, and withdrew his attention from the bookshelf and turned to Xia Xiu.

He bowed his head slightly, his face full of respect, and asked in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, do you have any new instructions?"

Xia Xiu smiled slightly when he heard the voice, his eyes leisurely swept towards the scroll, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a regular low sound.

He smiled slowly and said:

"Caleb Vigner, that purple-robed wizard has brought me a big job. With this Snake Spirit Scroll, the next thing will save a lot of effort."

His hand gently stroked the scroll, his eyes swept across the marks on it, and his eyes showed some speculation, as if he was very satisfied with the information on it.

"Speaking of this Serpentis College, it seems that the Aurors have firmly controlled all the core areas and management power. They are really locked up tightly."

Xia Xiu turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on the face of the old craftsman, and said calmly, as if waiting for the other party's feedback.

Satis nodded slightly, staring deeply at the marks of names and footprints on the scroll, his face solemn and thoughtful.

After he paused for a moment, he finally whispered back:

"Indeed. Through infiltration and control, the Kailasel family has established a strict ruling system with superior bloodline and family honor as the core.

Their clan members occupy important positions and key areas in the academy. With bloodline advantage as the cornerstone, they control the secret room, influence teaching, social isolation, and even have their presence in taboo experiments-the Kailasel family relies on this to continuously consolidate their absolute position."

"In the academy, they not only control magic resources and teaching, but also carefully cultivate a social culture where pure-blooded wizards are supreme.

The academy has gradually become the continuation of their family and an important stronghold for displaying their pure-blooded glory. Half-blood wizards? Under this system, there is little chance of even touching the core."

Xia Xiu's mouth corners slightly raised, deep and meaningful.

"So, no one has thought of resisting?"

The old craftsman trembled slightly after hearing this, as if he had something to say, but in the end he just lowered his head and remained silent, and the hesitation on his face was self-evident.

Just as the old craftsman was about to speak, Xia Xiu seemed to have seen through everything. He waved his hand lightly, his eyes moved away from the scroll, and stared into the void.

His tone was calm but apologetic.

"Well, what I said just now may not be based on the actual plane conditions of the Naga Ring and the Hundred Layers World. The starting point is indeed too reasonable and does not conform to the world situation."

Xia Xiu raised his right hand gently, and a small flame suddenly ignited on the tip of his slender index finger, emitting a warm halo, but exuding a deterrent force that cannot be underestimated.

He gently blew on the flames on his fingertips, and there was a certain certainty that he had glimpsed some kind of truth in his words:

"Actually, I discovered a core problem when I came here - the control of the crystal wall system and the extraordinary power within the world by the rulers of this world has reached an almost pathological level."

His words were like sharp blades, piercing the heart of the old craftsman accurately and directly. The latter's expression instantly stiffened and his breathing became slightly rapid.

Xia Xiu's fingers fiddled with the flames casually, but his eyes were as cold as a blade.

“I can clearly sense that the flow of EVE particles throughout the hundred-layer world is like an invisible but huge and fine energy network, tightly covering every corner of the world and even across planes.

Once a magic caster touches this network, it will cause energy fluctuations. The network ensures the controllability and so-called 'safety' of magic. "

"And this network," Xia Xiu's eyes were deep and his words were slow but guided, "it is actually divided into two parts: the surface layer and the deep layer."

He moved his fingers slightly, and flames hovered on his fingertips, as if some hidden power was in his hands. He continued:

"The surface network is okay. It is a structured and stable energy circulation system. Spellcasters can cast spells through the surface network and can do so with the help of simple spiritual spells or talismans - each wizard is a node, and each wizard is a node. A spell is a fixed module.”

"It can almost be regarded as a lower-level substitute for the genealogy network. It is convenient, safe and makes people feel at ease with the status quo."

He looked at the old craftsman with an unconcealable contempt in his eyes:

“And because more nodes are needed, the number of wizards in the circle must be kept at a certain number, which together form a dynamic structure of the magic network.

This structure requires a certain number of nodes to maintain the stability of the network, especially in the surface area of ​​the magic network.

This setting allows non-family members (such as Muggles and half-blood wizards) to serve as basic nodes to support the operation and smoothness of the network, but their permissions are limited to the surface network. "

His tone suddenly became serious, and his eyes were like a piercing light.

His deep voice carried inexplicable pressure.

The flame danced slightly on Xia Xiu's fingertips, like a glimmer of light but with scorching power, reflecting his side face particularly sharply.

A formula made of flames appeared in the air:

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【N=(P(M+E))/C】

[N = Minimum number of nodes required for surface magic network]

[P = average number of active spells in the plane (i.e. number of spells cast over a period of time)]

[M = spell complexity coefficient (the more complex spells, the higher the node requirements)]

[E = Energy density requirement, which is the average of the required energy levels. The Auror family can control the strength of the surface ley line by adjusting this value]

[C = Node capacity coefficient, the output energy capacity of each node (caster); the difference in energy carrying between mixed-blood and pure-blood wizards]

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The glimmer of light illuminated the pale face of the old craftsman, like a faint flame in the dark night, completely igniting the secret fear in the other person's heart.

"This, this, this..."

The old craftsman looked at this formula without hiding his fear. He looked at the blond young man in front of him.

At this moment, he truly felt fear from the bottom of his heart - not because of absolute power, but because of this specific person.

The fear of Hugh Abraham and the talent he displayed that could overturn the world.

What did he see? He saw a demon king revealing the rules of the wizarding world.

"You understand, Satis." Xia Xiu looked at the old craftsman with a gentle smile.

Satis' pale face revealed a bitter smile:

"I have never been closer to the truth."

Yes, he understands.

An indescribable chill gripped his heart, as if someone was analyzing the truth hidden in the surface magic network in front of him word by word.

The Auror family encourages more people to learn magic in order to ensure that the Magic Network has enough "spellcasters" to support the magic network of the plane.

According to the "Node Number Formula", to maintain the smoothness and stability of the magic network, a minimum number of spellcasters (i.e. "nodes") is needed, just like the power grid requires more power stations and the data network requires more servers.

The more nodes there are, the more stable the magic network is and the smoother the flow of spells.

In layman's terms, if there are not enough casters, the Magic Network will be like a network with low speed and lag; but with enough nodes, the Magic Network will operate better, making it less likely for everyone to interrupt or have problems when casting spells. More casters = more nodes, which means the magic network is more stable, which also means that the family can safely extract energy from it without causing the magic network to collapse.

Aurors do not need to bear all the burden of supplying magic power themselves. On the surface, other spellcasters are using the magic network, but in fact a large part of the energy is being "secretly used" by the family.

Just like a large company that requires many employees (spellcasters) to "operate" together, the family can draw resources from this huge pool of magical energy without always having to "contribute" on its own.

Aurors can use the node number formula to balance the usage requirements of the Ley Line.

If there are not enough spellcasters, the magic network will become unstable. In order to "stabilize the network", the family will even encourage more people to learn magic.

On the surface, it is to increase the freedom of magic, but in fact, it is just to let more people become "nodes" and provide a "stable energy pool" for the family to call.

You can take any value and substitute it into the formula.

P=60: Assume that the number of spells active at the same time in the plane is 60.

M=3: The average spell complexity is 3.

E=4: The basic energy requirement of the magic network is 4.

C=1: The energy carrying capacity of each caster is set to 1.

The final calculation N = 420.

This result shows that in order for the magic network to operate smoothly, at least 420 casters (nodes) are required to provide magical support.

This is the basic requirement of the magic network. Even if there is no deep magic network or other complex functions, the number of casters in the plane cannot be less than 420, otherwise the magic network will become unstable, resulting in the weakening or even failure of spell effects.

And because 420 nodes provide sufficient energy, ordinary casters can hardly detect that energy is being stolen. Even if the energy extraction is as high as 40%, it will not affect their basic spellcasting, so the Auror family can adjust the extraction rate at will.

But this extraction rate...

"Yes, Satis, there is another formula, another formula..."

The old craftsman stared at Xia Xiu, listening to every whisper of the Dark Lord, and felt a bone-chilling chill quietly climbing up his spine.

Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes and stared at the weak flame burning at his fingertips, as if he was peeping into endless mysteries.

His voice was low and calm, and he continued with a cold and determined voice:

"I haven't found the formula that reveals the true laws of this world... This is just the surface network."

"The deep network - is the core of the problem." His voice gradually lowered, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he had accidentally revealed a truth.

"The deep web is different," his eyes were as calm as water, "it is blocked layer by layer. Any use of high-level magic is strictly monitored, sigils, partition structure, authority allocation... Even the language that enters it - like Parseltongue, is subject to spiritual blockade and divine suppression."

The old craftsman's heart was like being clenched by an invisible hand, and every word of the Dark Lord pierced his soul and worldview like a needle.

He had never heard anyone analyze the deep web so calmly. The other party was trying to subvert the truth of the existing order.

He wanted to destroy all the existing order and world framework of the Naga Ring!

That would be a destruction more terrifying than violent destruction.

The Dark Lord in front of him wanted to completely destroy the wizard building built by the entire Auror world.

His legs were shaking, his soul was trembling, and his heart resisted the destruction of his inherent values.

But it was too late.

Just like the first time he met the Dark Lord, he pursued him because of his desire.

Now, he will completely submit to the other party for the truth, and together with the Dark Lord, destroy the wizard building of the Hundred Layers World.

He heard the Dark Lord say:

"The restrictions of Parseltongue are somewhat different. It is designated as the 'designated spellcasting language' of the Deep Web. Only spellcasters with Parseltongue ability can trigger the specific effects of the Deep Web."

Xia Xiu paused, as if thinking, with a cold light in his eyes.

"And... Parseltongue holders with specific bloodlines can directly establish a special connection with the Deep Web when using Parseltongue, without using traditional spellcasting materials or gestures. These people are the so-called-Aurors."

The old craftsman swallowed unconsciously, and his legs trembled slightly.

The sacred majesty collapsed in front of the cold numbers, and the lofty authority was annihilated in the ruthless calculations.

The Dark Lord's whisper was as sharp as iron, and it was loud, crushing every trace of holiness into dust.

There is no longer eternal glory and lofty idols, only formulas, chains, and sealed barriers, which are the truth in his eyes, endless rules and indifferent laws.

The building revealed by the Dark Lord does not allow a trace of faith to remain, and what replaces awe is a precise and cold system.

There is no longer a natural holiness and a hand of forgiveness, only the shackles of the deep network. In the whispers of the Dark Lord, the holiness of the Auror has long dissipated like smoke.

Xia Xiu seemed to notice his panic, but did not care. He smiled slightly and continued:

"Aurors also have a unique "language barrier" effect. When using Parseltongue, they can impose a special language barrier on themselves to prevent other casters from countering spells. This barrier forms a barrier during the casting, which is difficult to dispel or crack."

His tone was calm, but there was a chilling sense of oppression.

"They can go one step further and suppress the blood of low-authority Parseltongue holders, just like a Mimu strike weapon, accurate and ruthless."

Cold sweat oozed from the old craftsman's forehead. This was exactly why Damian Kelasel could easily defeat him. Although he held the Deathly Hallows, he was suppressed by his blood and could hardly fight back.

The Dark Lord just stated calmly:

"And this deep network is different from the fully open-source genealogy network."

Xia Xiu's words were a little teasing:

"They don't directly access the ether representing "infinity", they are just a local area network - all resources are properly allocated. Every permission and every authority is like a carrot and a hole, tightly fitted and cannot be usurped."

He narrowed his eyes: "Even the consulting authority is just a garbled code from the living gods."

Xia Xiu's voice, with a hint of sarcasm, slowly echoed in the silent dark room, gentle but penetrating to the bone marrow.

He paused slightly when he said this, and cast his eyes on the old craftsman beside him, revealing a deep insight that stripped away all disguises.

"Aurors control all the resources of the deep network, that is, the power props of the plane whose identity is unknown. That prop is called "..." in the Hundred Layers World by you..."

The old craftsman couldn't help holding his breath under the gaze of those golden pupils, sweat slowly seeped from his forehead, and he felt that his throat was tightened by an invisible force, and he spoke with difficulty:

"The Book of Sages...?"

The voice seemed to be squeezed out word by word from the depths of his throat, with a suppressed tremor. Xia Xiu smiled slightly when he heard the words, and the arc of his mouth raised as if he had heard an absurd joke, and continued:

"Yes, the Book of Sages...?" "

There was an undisguised mockery in his voice, as if he was savoring the arrogance and coldness contained in the name.

"The motives of the wizard circle of the Hundred Layers World have now been revealed. The sages hope to seek the unlimited authority they need in this limited, closed local area network at the cost of the remains of the gods of the old times. For generations, they dared not open up this world, fearing that their seemingly high authority could be easily shattered at any time. "

The Dark Lord shook his head slightly with a scornful smile, as if the conspiracy, secrets, and control of the entire system were nothing more than toys in the hands of children.

The old craftsman's face was pale, and fear was clearly revealed in his eyes. He trembled slightly, not daring to look directly at Xia Xiu's eyes, which were like a sharp blade that penetrated the world, revealing the undercurrents and contradictions hidden in the deepest part of the wizarding society.

And Xia Xiu had stood up, walking slowly but with an oppression that could not be ignored, and walked in front of the red-robed wizard Damian who had been controlled like a puppet. He lowered his head and stared coldly at the usually arrogant Auror, as if he was looking at a tool waiting to be disassembled. There was a deep coldness in his voice:

"Only the last formula is left," his voice was low and full of teasing, as if the game of chess had been completely decided in his mind, "a formula that reveals the core contradictions hidden in the wizarding society. "

He turned his head slightly, his eyes sliding to the old craftsman behind him.

The other party was like a frightened bird, not daring to look directly at him, the expression of fear and admiration intertwined revealed on his pale face.

"Satis--"

Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly, his tone calm but with sharp penetration.

"I came here not to treat you to a meal. What I pursue is change, and change means riots and bloodshed. Now, spread this formula, spread everything I have revealed-this is the first gift from the Dark Lord to the Hundred Worlds. "

The old craftsman looked at Xia Xiu's smile, that smile was bright and dangerous, like a blooming poisonous flower.

He trembled slightly, and a nearly subversive excitement in his heart was aroused, but he was wrapped in deep fear, as if the next moment he would bear a responsibility he had never imagined.

Xia Xiu's voice was low and clear, like a hammer hitting the soul:

"Those who pursue change will automatically stand on my side. I only ask for one thing-the Book of Sages should be open source. "

The old craftsman swallowed his saliva, feeling extremely excited. At the same time, he also understood one thing:

The "open source" of the Sage's Book means the end of the rule of the Kalasel family.

It also means that the blood of the Aurors will be shed because of the Dark Lord.

The wizard building built by the Aurors will be completely destroyed by the Dark Lord.

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