Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1312: Chapter 611: Roots Tracing the Source_2

Countless creatures howl and struggle, consumed by the darkness; eventually, even the Eternal Forest turns into desolate wasteland.

These scenes of destruction drop the temperature of the air like a nightmare.

"This is the future after Abyss corrodes the World Tree," David’s voice is steadfast, "If the conflict of the three hearts is not reconciled in time, this disaster will surely descend here and affect the entire continent."

Liya silently observes the illusion, worry flashes in her eyes, but she quickly taps her staff lightly on the void.

A rune of Ice forms and takes shape, she rotates her arms to cast the Frozen Throne Magic.

Cold winds gush from the top of the staff, freezing the poisonous green breath into a translucent frozen film, forming a solid Ice Shield at the storm’s center.

Like winter frost covering the Earth, mercilessly preventing the crisis from spreading.

The Emerald Rage feels the cold spread by its own breath, and its brow furrows.

Yet facing the iron wall of the Ice Shield, it is forced to restrain its edge for now, it closes its massive jaws and roars with words laced with dark green waves of energy: "I am willing to compromise...

as long as you promise to protect the ’Divine Kingdom’ and preserve nature and all souls, no longer desecrating the elf heritage."

"The alliance must be established," Lucia softly responds, her silver-white robe flowing in the moonlight, "We respect the Natural Laws and will give our all to protect the freedom and coexistence of all beliefs."

Hill grips the sword hilt tightly, raising his head and displaying the determined spirit of a warrior: "The Witch Rider Corps have forged oaths with flesh and blood, they will not be renounced!"

Cynthia’s sharp gaze sweeps through the shadows of the forest, burning fiercely yet calmly alert: "Any betrayer of the contract shall meet death at the sword’s edge!"

The Giant Dragon slowly unfolds its wings, its massive body gradually crouching among the roots, drawing out several thick tendrils from the foliage and presenting them to the people, each radiating a vibrant green hue, as if embodying the grace of Heaven and Earth turned into physical veins.

Liliana carefully takes them, using a spell to refine the pure liquid essence, injecting this natural power nurtured by vast ages into David’s body.

Instantly, golden-green runes shimmer across his body, gradually merging and balancing with the energy of the three hearts.

On the wide ancient battlefield, seventy-four racial leaders’ skeletons pile up among the ruins, those who once ruled the destiny of all races, now only cold and unfeeling bones stacking into a throne towering into the clouds.

Each bone shines with a dark and chilling glow, reflecting the desolate and decayed Earth around it.

David stands atop this pinnacle of bloodline power, draped in blue and white intertwining holy flame armor, which at the moment seems to be a symbol of his steadfast and unyielding will.

The Chaos Core rages within him, its invisible pressure gradually materializing into chains formed by sharp brier-like blades, spreading like living creatures from his fingertips, quickly winding through the seventy-four leaders’ bone piles.

Like a procession of ghosts, securely binding each deceased leader’s region, still containing ancient bloodline power despite the lost breath of life.

The air is thick with a heavy and decayed scent, intermingled with the scorching smells of burning cinders.

Wind swirls leaves and dust into vortices, creating a rustling sound on the silent battlefield, like the ancient undead whispering in the ears.

In the distance, the beastmen army swells like darkness, their twisted faces and bulging muscles, each breath like the rumbling of deep thunder before a storm.

They roar and howl, raising broken axe hammers and claw weapons, confronting David, locking eyes fiercely on the newly risen Lord of All Races atop the throne.

Hill wields the silver-white longsword, his silver armor reflecting cold glints in the moonlight.

He stands beside David, the sword edge exuding cold like frost flow, each swing severing the charging beastmen rushing forth.

Hill’s brow furrows tightly, focusing intensely on every enemy movement, his eyes shining with unwavering determination and ruthless resolve, a steel will formed by the belief in defending peace and honor with no compromise.

The Witch Rider Corps members form ranks, solemn and serious, each face etched with focus and gravity.

On their chests hang symbols representing the honor and oath of seventy-four races, a contract that crosses racial strife and jointly safeguards the future destiny of Earth.

They sing in unison the ancient and sacred "Bloodline Oath," music resounding through every corner of the world, like a giant bell tolling deep within hearts, inducing waves of resonance.

Their chant merges with each race’s unique rhythms, akin to eagle’s circling cries, lion’s roars, along with the elves’ clear and melodious harmony, soaring to the sky forming a bright energy link.

Encapsulating David, causing chaotic star flames to flicker around him, seemingly consuming and purifying all darkness and gloom.

Suddenly, a harpy slowly moves to the forefront, her feathers unfolding like a thousand fans broad and resplendent, her eyes closed slightly, an expression of solemnity on her cheeks.

When she bows her head, the forbidden technique energy stored within her for years is awakened and released.

A large rune chain of pure gold and blue spreads outward from her body’s core, resonating with the chaos bramble chains on David’s throne.

Imbued with intricate arcane and powerful sealing will, they intertwine into an inseparable whole, projecting a dazzling beam straight to the heavens!

The entire sky is instantaneously illuminated, countless stars seeming to converge on this point, dancing wildly amidst thunder and lightning.

This power is vast and majestic, symbolizing not only the dawn of a new era of glory for all races but also heralding David’s mission to unify all races as the "Lord of All Races" has come to fruition!

Silence falls around, countless soldiers and mages halt their movements, showing awe, excitement, and even tears in their eyes.

Beastmen warrior clenches fists and grits teeth, yet cannot deny this irreversible moment of true new order;

Elf archer acknowledges with a gentle nod;

Dwarf blacksmith sets down his hammer, gazing up at the gold and blue beam piercing the sky;

Human mage silently prays, gratefully anticipating the dawn of the future.

Hill scans the surroundings, his gaze firm yet hinting at deep worry, "The real trial has just begun, our burden isn’t just a title, but the hope of billions yearning for a peaceful future."

Cynthia retrieves the sharp Cold Blade, a crease forming in her brow, yet standing resolutely, "All hostile forces will undoubtedly emerge in full force, we must forge an indestructible line of defense with flesh and blood! Any who attempt to break this oath shall pay dearly!"

Lucia gently raises her eyes to the starry night sky, her voice beautiful yet filled with resolve, "Order is chaotic, yet wisdom guides the lost to return home;

Hope is faint, but it will ignite like stars to light the darkness!

We protect not only territory, but also faith, freedom, and eternity."

At the top of the Eternal Forest, the World Tree towers into the clouds, resembling a giant pillar piercing the firmament.

Its branches entwined, roots intertwined into a complex and vast life network, radiating an ancient and pure spiritual breath.

The air is filled with heavy and sacred aura, as if time stagnates at this moment.

The Witch Rider Corps and numerous tribes gather here, clad in battle armor and ceremonial robes, standing solemnly around the altar.

The altar is weathered and old yet still engraved with complex and mysterious runes, an essential hub connecting the vitality of Heaven and Earth with Chaos Energy.

In the flowing dusk, a silver-white full moon hangs high in the sky, its gentle glow sprinkling the Earth, harmonizing with the emerald Spiritual Light extending from the top of the World Tree.

David slowly stands, holding three crystal-like hearts—Heart of Shadow, Heart of Light, and Heart of Life.

These three crystals emit distinctly different yet intertwined and conflicting energy waves.

Each seems to possess its consciousness, releasing hard-to-repress anxious power with slight trembling and pulsation.