Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1307: Chapter 609: The War of Ten Thousand Races

Inside the hall, a silence fell abruptly.

The flames in the fireplace flickered, as if leaping and burning in response to the proclamation.

People exchanged glances: it was both an infinite hope for the future and an uncontainable anxiety and gravity about unknown challenges.

Liya exhaled lightly as she stepped forward, embedding the Staff of Life into the ground and weaving a shield with a warm golden glow.

"We will no longer rely on distant illusions, but must lead the new era with our own wisdom and courage."

Cynthia withdrew her icy longsword, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, "The dark tide is on the verge of surging, but we will do everything possible to guard this dawn, allowing no evil to ravage the continent."

Hill held his sword upright, his silver armor reflecting the moonlight, each breath like a herald of the coming fierce storm.

"Let us use our steel will to sever the shackles of fate, using our blood and flesh to build the bulwarks of freedom!"

Lucia gazed at the distance where the clouds churned, the purple thunder swirling like a giant dragon sweeping across the heavens. Her tone was resolute: "Though sleep calls, time will not pause. Human wisdom and courage must become the new beacon, guiding those adrift towards the right path."

Outside, the storm intensified.

Brilliant lightning streaked across the sky, tearing the seams of the galaxy and stars.

Everything seemed to indicate that the earth and heavens were undergoing a transformative baptism, and they were the pioneers of hope and belief for the new era.

David slowly closed his eyes, as a vast ancient power surged from the Chaos Core into his body.

He sensed the presence of Yog-Sotos, a force that was both awe-inspiring and filled with temptation, deeply nestled in the depths of his soul.

This power brought both wisdom and torment, attempting to devour the very core of his will.

But suddenly, flames of holiness erupted throughout his being, intensely like the brightest spark before dawn, dispersing the darkness within him bit by bit.

In the gaze of everyone, he opened his eyes once more, therein shone the brilliant determination of the cosmos:

"From this moment, we step into the Age of Mortals!

No more illusory rule, no shackles of fate!

Only our own belief, struggle, sacrifice, and victory!"

Liya stepped near him, placing her palm on his shoulder, transmitting energy and encouragement through the Life Rune: "You are certainly not alone; the will of all of us forms a blazing torch that will illuminate this long night until dawn!"

Cynthia straightened her back, speaking each word with conviction: "Even if the dark forces surge immensely, only clarity and persistence can usher in the true dawn!"

Her icy gaze swept over everyone’s faces, eliciting profound respect with its tenacity.

Hill surveyed the team, comrades though tempered, had wills that had never been dashed or sunk.

"Let our blades sever the cages, allow all living beings to regain their freedom! The Age of Mortals sets sail from now!"

The blood-red sunset slowly descended, staining the fortified walls of the Beastmen’s capital, ’Bloodhowl Fort’.

Here, the taste of iron and blood permeated every inch of the land, and the coarse stones were inscribed with countless warriors’ blood and honor.

The noise within the city persisted, as warriors of various Beastmen tribes gathered around the expansive arena, eagerly awaiting a gladiatorial event destined to shake the entire continent.

David, clad in blue and white Holy Flame armor, looked down from the towering observation platform at this combat holy ground filled with wild atmosphere.

He slowly raised his right hand, releasing a wave of blue arcane energy from his fingertips that instantly spread across the entire arena.

The immense and hidden chaos pressure, like an invisible torrent, made the air heavy and suffocating.

The ’Chaos Arena’ officially commenced.

As if the domain was unbalanced, the ancient arena’s magic runes awakened one by one, emitting strange radiance amidst dusk, intertwining darkness and light in the same space, with countless fragmented stardust gleaming and drifting.

The Beastmen chief Calok sat upon the grand stone throne within the main hall, his muscular form bulging, each breath reverberating through his chest like hammer blows.

The wind tousled his silver-grey hair, his amber eyes blazing with scorching fury fixed on David’s position.

The ancestral souls of the courtyard appeared as phantoms, swirling like specters, infusing this wild tribe with ancient and resilient strength.

"David, you use chaos pressure to forcibly control our holy land. This provocation will ignite the Beastmen’s primal fury!"

Calok roared, his fists clenched, the ancestral spirits behind him roared in response, merging with his inherent wildness.

He rose, muscles taut like a tiger at bay, a violent power bursting from him, causing ripples in the air as if torn.

Yet, in the instant Calok unleashed his most rabid roar, a soft yet solemn divine radiance surged from David’s body like the breaking dawn, instantly dispelling the oppressive gloom.

This divine glow enveloped the savage energy emitted by Calok, gradually softening and resolving it.

Deep within his eyes flared a complex mix of emotions—anger, confusion, doubt tangled beyond clarity.

"This is the power of redemption." Lucia stood by the observation platform, her silver robe gently swaying with the breeze, "Even the most wild and brutal hearts can find a path back to reason and dignity."

At the edge of the arena, a sudden whirl of shadows emerged from the darkness.

A pack of werewolves silently infiltrated the camp, their forms agile and swift, eyes burning with the flame of cunning cruelty.

They intended to seize the night to ambush and eliminate members of the Witch Rider Corps, aiming to break the stalemate of the situation.