Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1196: Chapter 553: The Bloodline Conspiracy (Part 2)

The energy fluctuations they are slowly releasing continuously resonate with the texture of space, causing nearby souls to tremble, making people feel an elusive and daunting ominous aura.

David stared intently at one of the core nodes, his finger resting on the interface, constantly probing every detail through a mental link.

When he touched a dull yet stable frequency, his eyebrow suddenly twitched: "Here... seems to have another type of energy waveform, completely different from the mainstream cold soul flame, it’s more complex and destructive—’Abyssal Element’!"

Amy frowned at this, her eyes flickering with specks of ghostly blue flame, "I’ve seen this element described in ancient texts. It’s extremely difficult to handle, full of corrosive and twisted properties from Dark Power. If used to create weapons or defense systems, it will pose a huge threat to the environment and life."

Reina quickly stepped to their side, gripping her knife hilt with determined resolve: "Then we must quickly find Liliana and stop her from being further exploited or controlled, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Zelros looked up at the land outside the tent where the pale dawn was gradually lighting up, a biting cold wind blew in through the door crack, making his robe flutter.

"This crisis is far more fundamental than we anticipated, we must utilize all resources comprehensively, not only to defend but also to actively investigate the enemy’s secrets and real intentions behind the scenes."

Outside in the snowscape, a team of Star Pupil Race scouts were braving the biting cold wind, traversing the frozen wasteland.

They were tasked with tracking the abnormal energy signals, every cheek rosy from the cold, yet showing no signs of retreat.

A young female scout walked steadily, her name was Larissa, and her emerald-green eyes reflected the sunlight on the snow like the most pristine and flawless spring waters in winter.

Larissa suddenly stopped, scanning the front at a distance, where a frantic patch of black-purple crystal fragments floated.

"Look there! Those aren’t ordinary remnants—they’re emitting exceedingly intense soul fluctuations!"

She called out to her teammates quietly and swiftly took out a portable soul scanner for record analysis.

The scanner screen rolled out several red danger markers, accompanied by buzzing alerts indicating detected chaos disturbances.

As data synced back to the base, the high-tier mage and scientists immediately began a joint discussion, hoping to deconstruct the enemy’s technical construction principles from the fragments’ origin to find a solution.

Back at camp, David closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then suddenly opened them, those eyes as blue as the deep sea, filled with unwavering resolve.

"I must personally meet Liliana."

His voice was low and resolute, "Only by facing the badge holder can we uncover the core of the mystery, and perhaps find a way to halt or even reverse the situation."

Reina quickly nodded in agreement: "You need protection, I’ll accompany you, this journey is treacherous and unpredictable, we must work together!"

Amy exhaled softly, "I’ll prepare necessary spellcasting support and provide ongoing mental link assistance from afar, you must not be careless!"

Zelros donned his battle armor, reassuring the group: "Regardless of the outcome, this action determines the direction of our future; if we give it our all, there will be no regrets."

As the group prepared to embark, the snow continued to fall, diffusing in the morning breeze, some particles landing on their cheeks, the chill piercing through like needles into the marrow.

But they gazed forward, unfazed by the severe cold, because every step was taken to protect their homeland, every breath imbued with the hope flame burning bright!

Inside the Star Pupil Race’s secret research chamber, the light was dim and cold, the ice crystals embedded in the walls reflecting faint blue light, rendering the entire space as if immersed in the vast star sea.

Liya stood at the center of the ice-blue magic array, meticulously observing the flowing blood in a transparent crystal bottle in front of her.

The blood seemed not to be ordinary blood, within it faintly flickered tiny yet complex fragments of runes—Chaos Runes.

Her brow furrowed deeply, her forehead slightly beaded with sweat.

"How... how is this possible?"

Liya whispered, reaching out to lightly touch the bottle wall with a fingertip. The rune fragments seemed perceptive to her touch, alternately appearing and transforming patterns within the blood, as if narrating some secret.

The air was permeated with a subtle mix of herbs and magical energy, yet at this moment replaced by a sense of oppression and tension.

The wall was adorned with portraits of the Star Pupil Race ancestors, those enigmatic forebears with solemn faces, their gazes seeming to pierce time and space, staring straight into the future.

Liya raised her head, gazing at the cold sorrow in the ancestral portraits’ deep eyes, suddenly feeling waves of melancholy and guilt.

Elder Ares stepped into the room slowly, clad in a dark silver robe, his silver hair flowing like water over his shoulders.

His face bore the marks etched by time, yet his eyes remained clear and bright.

He stood quietly at the side, not hastening to speak, his gaze heavy as he scrutinized the crystal bottle in Liya’s hand.

"Liya..."

Ares finally broke the silence, his voice was low yet unwavering in its authority, "What you’ve discovered signifies that we must face a truth we’ve dared not stare at nor mention for many years."

Liya raised her head anxiously: "Elder, please tell me—what do these chaos rune fragments truly signify? Why would such an ominous thing appear in the blood of the Star Pupil Race?"

Ares sighed, he picked up a yellowed ancient tome from the table, speaking with a trembling yet determined voice: "These runes are the crystallization of chaos energy intertwined with Abyssal Power; we call them ’corrosive marks.’

They spread from the depths of our souls, corroding our essence like cancer."

He paused, slowly closing the tome, "Years ago, our ancestors attempted to control a forbidden power left by the Observer, but they were exploited... they were forced to become ’living coordinates,’ human anchors used to stabilize and lock the path to invading planes."

"Living coordinates?"

Liya questioned in shock, her eyes widening in disbelief, "So... our ancestors were transformed into such terrifying entities?"

Ares nodded: "Indeed, they were transformed using extreme methods by the Observer before numerous otherworldly invasions.

This transformation fused chaos elements with our pure souls, made these individuals both entities of life and anchors for the dimensional invasion."

He paused, exhaling a relieved sigh, "That’s why we have always been unable to completely break free from the control behind the Dimension Ice Crystal and Abyssal Badge; they maintain stability through these ’coordinates,’ guiding the enemy’s invasion."

The air suddenly grew stagnant, a chill swept from the feet to the entire body, causing each person to feel an untold anxiety and fear.

The shadows on the wall twisted and deformed with the flickering candlelight, resembling countless ghosts whispering secrets long sealed and painful to unveil.

"So," Liya asked with a trembling voice, "what we see now—these Dimension Ice Crystals and all the intertwined consequences—are merely the products of our ancestors’ curse and exploitation?"

Ares, after a long silence, replied: "That’s correct, this is the dark original sin that the Star Pupil Race silently bears while proclaiming purity and nobility."

He closed his eyes, one hand clutching his chest as if enduring severe heartache, "All future, all hope must be based on confronting this truth, no matter how harsh, finding a method of liberation; otherwise the entire race and even all of creation will meet its end."

The laboratory atmosphere was heavy at the extreme, footsteps approached outside the changing room, a young researcher pushed open the door and entered.

He was Calvin, a senior scholar who has been studying Forbidden Techniques for many years, his face pale but his gaze resolute.

"Elder, I have just received new information," his voice carried a tremor yet resolute, "the new samples from the ruin indicate not only our blood but some of the remains have also absorbed a large amount of chaos rune components, and they are spreading!"