Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1308: Chapter 609: War of the Myriad Races (2)

However, just as they were about to launch their attack, a dazzling arcane chain shot out from the depths of the shadow, quickly ensnaring them like a sky net.

The chain released fragments of icy blue runes, each one like a blade cutting through the werewolf’s soul, gradually slowing its movements and making it unable to struggle.

Hill wielded the silver-white longsword, moving freely among the chains, his sword’s spine suddenly striking the werewolf totem pole—

The massive tree stump, representing the spiritual pillar of the Wolf Race, was shattered into powder by his strength, scattering in the wind.

"This declares the victory of the first battle!" Hill’s eyes reflected a cold and fierce killing intent, his voice deep and powerful reverberating in the night sky, "The Witch Rider Corps will not allow any force to meddle with the land we guard!"

The scene erupted with thunderous applause from beastmen and other races alike, cheering for this moment full of determination and strength, while preparing for the complex and dangerous new situation to come.

Behind all this, a larger vortex was quietly brewing...

At this moment, sounds of an ancient ritual activating came from a distance at the main camp, generated by Lucia controlling the arcane array of a teleportation formula.

A pale moonlight penetrated layers of mist, resonating with the star track runes to weave a brilliant grid, She gazed at the glowing array, "The war of the races has begun, we must quickly adapt to the changes and establish a true order with wisdom and courage."

Liya stood not far away, watching the faint wolf howl shadows barely visible in the remaining twilight ahead.

"The first battle is won, but it’s only the prologue.

The fate of all creatures has been swept into a vast conflict, what we are guarding is not only the earth, but also the new world that all believers of free will hope for."

Cynthia sheathed her sword, calmly sweeping her surroundings, unable to hide the long-gathered unease between her brows.

"The real challenge has yet to come, we must stay alert because every trap is more deadly than the last."

Hill straightened his body, his silver armor reflecting a cold gleam in the setting sun’s glow, "We must become the blade that cuts the shackles and use our own will to create a new era!"

Spider Abyss—this dark, silent ruin of the Dark Elves, like an ancient wound sleeping for millennia, lurked in the most hidden borders of the continent.

Thick gloom slowly surged like a tide, pressing down on every corner.

The walls were covered in sticky cobwebs and corrosive venom, emitting waves of nauseating stench.

A dim, blue glow shone through the crevices, illuminating the twisted ancient runes and indistinguishable sacrificial patterns, silently whispering secrets of a lost world.

David and his team ventured deep into the passageway, each step caused the air to tremble with echoes.

His caution was very strong, yet he could still feel the invisible dark power silently moving in the depths of his soul, that kind of silent erosion and suffocating unease causing a slight crease to appear on his brow.

He was clad in blue and white sanctified armor, emitting a faint glow in the shadows, like a lighthouse in the dark guiding everyone forward.

"Be wary," Liya raised her staff in front, a frost rune emerged from her palm, slowly expanding, encircling the surrounding walls and floor, freezing the corrosive venom into brittle crystals.

"This corrupting power is extremely dangerous, not only eroding the flesh but also acting as a mental shackle."

The runes were cold and clear, reflecting her calm and determined face.

Her expression was grave, but her fingers were steady without trembling, each spellcasting precise and effective.

Cynthia followed closely behind, her silver-white longsword hung at her side, quiet as a soul yet containing sharp killing intent.

"I can sense a strong resentment surging within the shadow crystal." She murmured softly, closing her eyes to concentrate and locking onto the crystal’s position through soul resonance.

The cold air erupted into layers of mist, shrouding the passage in a more oppressive atmosphere.

David’s stride was steady, feeling the chaos core within entangling with that dark power—

A fragment from the remnant consciousness of the ancient god Yogg-Sotos, most dangerous and cunning, it tried to control his will through mental infiltration.

Pain flickered in his brow, but his fists clenched firmly, the sanctified flame of his body surged, burning away the shadow spreading from within.

He muttered to himself: "I cannot let it succeed... must purify this abyss with the power of redemption."

The group approached the end of the passage, where a massive, eerie blue crystal stood at the center, its surface flowing with a strange light like pulsating veins.

A flood of resentment surged from within it, forming twisted ripples in space, occasionally emitting a lamenting wail that sent shivers down the spine.

"That is the ’Heart of Shadow’..." Lucia whispered, her silver eyes sparking with wisdom, "Sealed with fragments of the Dark Divine Format, it’s the true source of the curse in these ruins."

Liya pointed her staff at the crystal, "Seal it with frost, we must halt the spread of resentment, otherwise it will not only consume us but also trigger greater disaster!"

She muttered a spell, a chill descended rapidly around, freezing even the air, the massive crystal gradually encased in thick frost.

This was just a temporary containment—the twisted evil energy hidden within still stirred restlessly.

Cynthia stood quietly to the side, her sword’s tip lightly tapped the ground, sending ripples of soul resonance outward, probing the core of the evil disturbance.

"We must strike the core precisely, or these fragments will backfire on all who attempt to approach!"

David gazed at the giant crystal covered in frost yet still glowing with a blue luster, he slowly stepped forward, spreading his palms, infusing redemption divinity from within.

This power was pure and warm, yet possessed a force that penetrates all dark and evil constraints.

As his palm touched the icy surface, a tremor accompanied by a strong sanctified flame erupted, those frozen cracks immediately glowed with brilliant gold and blue flames intertwining in a peculiar radiance.

"It’s time." Hill held his sword before his chest, displaying fierce fighting intent, scanning the surroundings vigilantly for any surprise assaults.

"Anyone attempting to disrupt the purification will be met with a resolute response of steel!"

Suddenly, a muffled sound, shaking ripples came from the frozen crevices.

An explosion of sharp, piercing echoes with an ancient low growl resonated, after which, a flood of unstable energy bound within burst into a torrent of violent resentment!

The space tore into fragments, countless tiny blood vessel-like patterns spread through the void, unleashing a terrifying, fierce aura amidst the scattered smoke.

Like towering angry sea waves crashing against the shore or like thunder tearing through the dawn sky—utterly terrifying!

But at this moment, David’s eyes ignited with a blazing sanctified flame, his entire body erupting with redemption divinity surrounded by a celestial array.

He roared, "Now! Fully inject into the core!"

Golden flames, accompanied by a pure arcane vortex, converged in his palm like a falling star, gradually dispelling and engulfing the dark mist bit by bit.

And the central enormous blue crystal began to pulse violently and deform!

Gradually transforming into a small, pulsating entity with rhythmic vitality, with a completely obscure purple vortex pattern—it was the legendary ’Heart of Shadow’!

It pulsed like a living being, constantly releasing faint, strange afterglows, seemingly perilous yet containing some unresolved taboo truths...

Everyone held their breath, without the slightest laxity, watching David tightly clench his fist, pouring concentrated redemption divinity completely into this fragment, hoping to cleanse millennia-worth of accumulated blood and hatred, countless ghostly wails under the cosmos dissipating entirely...

Lucia sighed, "Many secrets, just the beginning... the true test is yet to unfold."

Liya’s eyes were resolute: "We will not retreat, this path is fraught with peril, but as long as faith is not extinguished and hope endures, dawn will break."

Cynthia sheathed her sword, gazing into the pitch-black endless abyss ahead, "Guardians must never let fear and despair occupy their hearts, or they will become the next ’Heart of Shadow’..."