Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1278: Chapter 594: Abyssal Crystal Corrosion (Part 2)

The eerie wails emanating from within the cracks are caused by the torment of complex and painful memories arising from the fusion of the undead beasts, making the already silent and desolate situation even more unspeakably grim.

The "living" cracks resemble an open soul-devouring gate, from which countless doomed monsters emerge, continuously expanding their ravaging domain, turning the entire region into the true center point of a deathly purgatory.

David furrowed his brows and took out the newly collected data chart, analyzing it against the scene: "These crystalline veins are not ordinary crystals; they contain some sort of mixed spatial energy, similar to the frequency released by the Void Star Core, but more chaotic and with self-spreading capabilities."

His fingers tapped the mapping screen, "This ’activity’ is not merely physical erosion; it is also a spiritual corruption and spread."

Hill drew his sword and stood at the forefront, gazing at those knights who still maintained a semblance of order but were visibly fallen and warped: "We must prioritize suppressing these mutated leaders. They are the key nodes controlling the demon-attacking legion, posing the current greatest threat." His voice was firm, "If allowed to spread, the entire defense line will quickly collapse."

At the same time, Cynthia’s projection slowly appeared beside David’s shoulder, her voice weak yet filled with determination: "Let me try to use soul power to disrupt some of the infected.

Though I am weakened, I still have some residual strength to hold them off, buying you precious time." Her tone was resolute, and that final attachment to her homeland sharpened her spirit into a piercing blade, refusing to give up any chance of counterattack even at the edge.

Several wizards swiftly deployed a Barrier Array to control the range of mental infection on-site, simultaneously conducting high-frequency spatial interference tests targeting the purple glow crystals at the perimeter of the "living" cracks, hoping to prevent further expansion and weaken the influence of internal evil energy.

But each wave of contact was accompanied by wild explosions and a mass of peculiar creatures going berserk in retaliation, rendering the environment more perilous, chaotic, and hard to control, necessitating even the most advanced tech teams to cautiously cast spells, striving with full force to keep the situation stable without teetering on the edge of losing control.

Alia stood atop the remains of a collapsed turret, her sharp gaze penetrating the swirling snowflakes, watching intently as the monster horde gathered for an attack.

"This has become the focal point of a deadly battle; we must hold this place to win breathing space for subsequent reinforcements!"

Her posture holding the sword was rigorous and full of resolve, every charge building a steel barrier with her life, while her steadfast spirit urged the remaining troops to fight valiantly to the end!

After a brief exchange, David issued orders: "Hill, lead the elite wizard knight squad to first slay the key mutated leaders. I will assist Cynthia in using soul fluctuations to disrupt the infection chains, meanwhile coordinating the rune team to reinforce the outer control circle."

Hill clasped his fist in agreement, then led the crowd swiftly into the shadows of the city wall ruins.

His face was solemn and sharp as an iron blade, each step echoing like the beat of death’s drum;

His breath was steady and focused, fully concentrated on the blood-soaked battle about to erupt.

Behind him was the gradually freezing, drifting bit of dawn that, thanks to its presence, prevented people from utterly succumbing to endless night!

At this moment, the eerie environment outside the fortress became more pronounced: dense textures emerged suddenly in the heavy accumulation of frozen soil, flickering with greenish-blue arcs;

Distant mountains were covered with strange symbolic flames appearing like curse seals;

The sky swirled with clouds interspersed with bizarre meteoric dust, enveloping the entire world in an apocalypse-like illusion realm, yet behind such dirty and chaotic scenes, a human army with an iron will braced itself, ready to face this disastrous catastrophe that threatened to obliterate past order!

David stepped into the heart of the fortress woven with broken walls and ruins, the air filled with a heavy, decaying scent.

Here once served as the command hub for battles, now turned into a witness to crises and a place for hasty responses.

Thick stone walls bore wide cracks, frost and filth permeating every inch of surface, and those once formidable battle flags were torn and sullied, silently narrating the destruction wrought by this cataclysm.

A few pale-faced yet steadfast and composed surviving commanders sat around a worn-out round table, they were among the few in the Far North fortress who still retained their reason and combat capability amidst the disaster.

Spread across the table were several yellowing maps and rough drafts of rune arrays, weak candlelight flickering, reflecting the furrowed brows of everyone.

David approached slowly, his gaze scanning these burdened individuals: "What’s the situation?"

An older commander, Alvin, looked up, his deeply etched wrinkles like carvings done with a knife, yet unable to hide the hint of sorrow and helplessness in his eyes: "Your Majesty, worse news has come... Before the ’black scar’ crack erupted, Queen Yi Lin personally delved into that Abyss to investigate.

Upon her return... her behavior changed drastically, becoming irritable and suspicious, forbidding anyone from nearing her."

"She closed off the Royal Court and ordered a strict ban on everyone entering." Another young commander spoke with a suppressed tone, "Soon after, that crack erupted completely."

"Even more terrifying," Alvin continued, "We found many members within the demonized knights were originally the Queen’s guards.

Though physically agile, their eyes turned crimson like flames, with each attack exhibiting high coordination and precise command, definitely not ordinary demon fallen bodies."

David furrowed his brows further as he paced to the side of the wall, a faintly shining blue crystal array rune glimmering subtly: "What does this mean? Could it be that the Queen’s will has been corrupted by dark whispers?"

"We can only suspect." Alvin nodded bitterly, "Those infected twisted their mouths into eerie cold smiles; their movements seemed to be guided by sonorous murmurs, emanating from the Abyss.

They are corrupted not just physically but mentally."

Inside, the atmosphere condensed, heavy as a frozen pond of millennia, none daring to break the silence, allowing the air to thicken into oppressive stillness.

David’s gaze was cold and stern, aware that this was not only a matter of war victory but also concerned the future destiny of family, faith, and even the entire tribe.

He turned to scan the surroundings, the marbled pillars riddled with mottles and cracks seemed silently narrating an ancient and sorrowful story—the Royal Court, now a core embedding crisis, possibly the last salvation or the end of a journey.

Alia stood in a corner, her expression serious, fingers gently tapping the sword hilt, her voice disdainful but resolute: "I heard those infected guards have a mental connection among them, transmitting orders seamlessly like a spider web in the last shadow of a decaying Empire, binding all resistance forces within."

Annie meanwhile closed an ancient scroll, furrows knitting at her brow: "Queen Yi Lin had long endured tremendous pressure; after this deep probe into the ’black scar’ core, I sensed her soul suffered drastic tearing and conflict.

It felt like a struggle between worlds—the desire to protect her people and the allure of whispers from the Abyss.

This is a fierce battle between the spirit’s will and chaos power, an unavoidable yet tragic path to downfall."

Cynthia’s projection hovered beside David’s shoulder, a faint trace of pain crossed her bluish face but settled, like undercurrents beneath the surface of a glacier.

"I can sense her internal fragments struggling, indicating there is still a possibility of salvation.

But it requires strong spiritual guidance and unwavering conviction; otherwise, she may succumb to irreversible soul enslavement at any moment..."

"We must block all paths near the ’black scar’, intensifying control over external communication." Liya’s voice was determined and icy, "Meanwhile reinforcing the rune defense array to create a stable environment for Your Majesty’s recovery.