I'm in Hogwarts, what the hell is the Honghuang system?

Chapter 167: Extreme Sublimation! Let the World Be the First!
[You saw Lei Zhenzi trapped in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. To save his companions, he struck his sword without regret, piercing the banner directly.]

[Instantly, the sky spins and the earth turns, chaos envelops the underworld, ten evil spirits emerge, and countless ghosts surge, converging into a soul-slaying formation designed to kill souls.]

[The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is in place, and the Soul-Slaying Formation is complete. Even a Golden Immortal who enters this formation will be shattered to pieces.]

The host has felt an overwhelming force oppressing his soul, causing severe pain in his three souls and seven spirits, yet his eyes show no regrets.

Even if I die today, my heroic spirit will still be fragrant. But if I live on, I will be like a walking corpse. What is the point of living?

[Ten Thousand Souls Banner? Come and fight!]

As desolate and tragic words appeared on the system's light screen, Rhine walked on this dark wizard chessboard.

Wherever he passed, the blood-stained chess pieces neatly made way.

The ten blurry souls also bowed their heads and knelt respectfully.

From the looks of it, it didn't look like Rhine was entering any dangerous area, but rather like he was coming to review the troops!
When Quirrell saw this scene, he almost bit his teeth to pieces.

"no?"

"I toiled all night, without a drop of water, and didn't dare rest for even a quarter of an hour, only to kill ten wizard chess champions."

"The game hasn't started yet, and Rhine isn't dead yet. Why are you kneeling first?"

"Stand up! Don't kneel! Kill him!"

Quirrell was waving his wand wildly in the background, activating the control magic on the dark wizard's chessboard.

Finally, the chess pieces raised their heads.

Soldiers, knights, kings, and others all slammed their weapons to the ground with great force.

Then there was a uniform sound.

"loyalty!"

Quirrell stayed there.

"loyalty?!"

"My darn thing!"

"I asked you to kill him, not to pledge allegiance here!"

"Is there something wrong with this damn dark wizard chess magic?!"

Voldemort's expression at this moment was also extremely deep, with fear in his eyes.

"Could this be some kind of soul magic mastered by Rhine Snow?"

"Damn Dumbledore! He was very close to me when I was in school, but now that Rhine Snow has even learned soul magic, why doesn't he react at all?"

"Double-standard dog!"

Then, Voldemort took over Quirrell's body, gritted his teeth, and waved his wand.

Even more powerful magic drove the Dark Wizard Chessboard, ordering the chess pieces and souls on the board to act according to Voldemort's will, otherwise they would suffer extreme pain due to the magic of the Dark Wizard Chessboard, and it was even possible that they would completely disperse.

What Voldemort had not expected was that as the magic on the dark wizard's chessboard took effect, the chess pieces and the ten souls clearly felt pain.

But they seemed unmoved at all. Their weapons struck rhythmically on the chessboard, and one after another, uniform shouts rang out.

"loyalty!"

"..."

Voldemort couldn't help but curse out loud at this moment.

"no?"

"Are they sick? Only their souls remain, yet they're willing to break the magical restraints even if it means their souls dissipate?"

"What kind of soul magic did Rhine Snow use on them? Could it be a soul magic that causes permanent enslavement?"

"This damned little wizard who plays with people's hearts, Dumbledore, how could you not notice him?!"

But Voldemort obviously did not understand the thoughts of these souls on the dark wizard's chessboard.

This chessboard was merely a temporary confinement; the world of the dead—the underworld—was their eternal home. Entering the chessboard, Rhine was like the ruler of the underworld.

They are dead, not stupid. If they offend the person in front of them, what will they do when they go to the underworld?
At this time, Rhine came to Ron unhindered.

Ron looked at Rhine with a look of emotion in his eyes.

He has deeply felt the horror of this place since he came in.

But Rhine risked coming in to save him without hesitation, and Ron's eyes were already red.

He wanted to say something, but Rhine waved his hand.

"Ron, I'm not in danger here, but it's not good for your soul to leave your body for too long."

"Go back, I'll take care of everything here."

The next moment, Rhine snapped his fingers and easily opened a gap in the dark wizard chessboard's bondage to the soul.

Ron's eyes blurred and his soul returned to his body.

He clenched his fists tightly, looking at Rhine who was still on the chessboard, his eyes suddenly turned red.

An unprecedented stubbornness burst out of his eyes as he stared at the ten souls on the chessboard. His fingertips pierced into his palms, and the stinging feeling was clearly transmitted to his mind.

If I were strong enough, my magic was strong enough, my chess skills were strong enough, Rhine wouldn't have to take such a risk.
"Rhine, you must come out safely..."

"Otherwise, no matter what the cost, I will definitely take you back."

At this time, Rhine's gaze fell on the ten souls on the chessboard, and joy appeared in his eyes.

With the ability of the judge he inherited from the ancient times, he could clearly feel that each of the ten souls in front of him possessed an extremely pure obsession.

Come to think of it, although the population of the magic world is small, who among those who can win the championship does not have a strong desire for victory and chess skills?

Such a soul with pure obsession is the perfect material for refining the Judge's Pen.

In fact, each one is better than the crown soul fragment that Rhine had previously filled into the Judge's Pen.

After all, although the soul fragments were twisted, they were just fragments and could not compare to this complete soul.

Especially the soul of the eight-time champion of wizard chess, which is extraordinary even in the prehistoric times.

If all these souls are charged in, the magic weapon Judge's Pen may be able to manifest initially!

With the level of the Judge's Pen, even if it can only manifest a little bit, it can be regarded as a rare treasure in the way of soul and spirit, and its power is unimaginable!
However, Quirrell and Voldemort were simply wasting these souls, and had almost wiped out the consciousness of these souls, leaving only the last bit of pure obsession.

If you want these souls to perform at their best, it is better to free them from their restraints.

Immediately, Rhine snapped his fingers, and the dark wizard chessboard's restraint on the ten souls disappeared.

Logically speaking, these ten souls can now leave the chessboard and head to the world of the dead that belongs to them.

But at this moment, driven by obsession, they each sat on the chessboard motionless.

From the eyes where consciousness had been erased, the last bit of obsession and light and heat burst out.

My whole life depends on the chessboard. Even if I die, I have to finish this last game.

At this moment, these ten souls have forgotten life and death and all distractions. All that remains is the chessboard and the will to fight engraved in their souls.

The only thought is to win.

On the chessboard, I am invincible!
Rhine's eyes suddenly lit up.

These ten souls actually have a sense of extreme sublimation, and they are all top-grade treasures for refining souls!
"In that case, I'll fulfill your wish and finish this last round."

Immediately, Rhine stood with his hands behind his back, and the chessboard in front of him suddenly turned around.

Rhine plays black, and the ten souls play white.

"If I play white, it's too bullying."

"Everyone, I'll let you go first."

"please!"

(End of this chapter)