Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1314: Chapter 612: Furnace Fission (Part 2)

Annie’s face revealed a cold cunning, and she swiftly wielded the spiritual chains.

Spiritual ropes formed from shadow essence intertwined within the void, spreading rapidly like a spider’s web, tightly binding the pope’s remnant soul.

The chains glittered coldly under the dark gleam, each tightening inducing a painful howl echoing in the sky.

"You won’t escape from here!" Annie threatened in a low voice, her eyes deep and stern like the night sky. The ancient curse that peeled away the essence of the soul and disintegrated spiritual structures made the atmosphere excruciatingly heavy.

However, the pope’s remnant soul was unwilling to be contained. He fiercely struggled with distorted telekinesis, causing the chains to violently shake.

Black shadows and holy golden flames collided sharply, creating twisted dimensional turbulence that seemed ready to engulf the entire altar.

At that moment, Alia stepped forward from the crowd, her eyes glimmering with a crimson glow, exuding a unique and enchanting aura from the secret technique of the blood prison.

This ancient forbidden technique used "soul blood exchange" to transfer the searing pain of the enemy onto oneself, while exchanging a portion of life essence to weaken the enemy’s strength and protect key targets from harm.

Alia’s face was pale yet unwaveringly determined, "David, let me bear this pain for you, you just need to protect the new life, leave the rest to me."

She gently chanted the secret incantations, and those crimson runes spread from the palm over her body, leaving faint traces of blood vessels on her skin, as if she herself had become a living purgatory furnace.

An unbearably scorching but beautifully destructive energy instantly converged within her, forming powerful reverse dimensional waves with the holy flames released by the pope’s remnant soul.

The pain on David’s face gradually eased as he felt a strange warmth spreading from within, and his gaze became firmer: "Thank you... Alia."

Just as the two sides were locked in a standoff, a silver-white cold glow pierced the clouds and sliced through the night sky.

Yi Lin held the Silver Moon Royal Sword, striding swiftly from the woods, her eyes shining with the brilliance of the brightest stars and filled with a resolute determination. "Allow me to sever this final shackle!"

Yi Lin’s steps were steady, each step resounded like a battle drum on the earth.

The sword edge emitted a clear and chilly brilliance, drawing dazzling silver lines through the air.

When she swung the sword towards the twisting and churning core of the pope’s remnant soul filled with virtual shadows, a dazzling silver blade cut through layers of illusions and suppressive magic, continually tearing and dissolving the echoes of imprisoned spirit bodies!

As the core shattered with a loud burst, the terrifying shadow gradually dissipated into countless bright particles like meteors, completely purified by Yi Lin’s Moon Blade.

At this moment, the entire Chaos Furnace also received an unprecedented enhancement from the pure power released.

The blue-gold flames grew clearer and more transparent, merging with the three crystals, shining brightly like a newly born star in the cosmos!

"The purity of the Heart of Light has increased to one hundred percent, the fusion has reached its perfect state!" Liya announced joyously.

Meanwhile, Lucia also attentively adjusted the surrounding arrays to ensure the stabilization and persistence of the shield, so the ritual could be smoothly completed to its final stage.

The air was filled with a faint spiritual qi and the fragrance of grass and wood, but behind this tranquility was an unprecedented, vast upheaval.

Within the Chaos Core Furnace, the flames grew ever fiercer, the scorching blue-gold flames were like the explosion of nascent cosmic stars.

The three heart-like crystals had now fused into one, their golden-green runes weaved into a flowing and vast network over David’s entire body.

Every rune seemingly carried the pulsation of the most ancient and mysterious laws between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, an intense and profound shockwave came from the depths of the void, like the roar of an ancient giant beast tearing through the time layer, striking directly to the souls of everyone, causing the entire forest’s leaves to tremble slightly and the ground to subtly rise.

As the treetops swayed, thousands of leaves gathered into a storm vortex, projecting ever-changing light and shadow patterns under the moonlight.

Then came twelve dazzling torrents, like twelve splendid galaxies breaking out from the sky, each carrying distinctly different primal attributes: electric flash and thunder intimidating the heavens, void shadows devouring all, the green vitality of life endlessly regenerating, time slowly circulating, and space twisting and changing...

Each torrent contained endless arcane power and the essence of laws, the purest embodiment of the core laws of the multiverse.

These primordial torrents were like divine guidance, gathering power in David’s body.

He stood at the center of the altar, the newly sanctified armor of blue and white interwoven, glowing incessantly as his entire body was enveloped in radiance.

He closed his eyes to feel the vast cosmic primordial energy infusing him, every inch of his muscles and bones seemingly undergoing a baptism and remodeling.

However, these twelve streams of law were not gentle protectors but carried the immense power of creation and destruction cycles, constantly pushing his physical and spiritual limits.

The Chaos Core within had absorbed and merged the power to its utmost, but due to the severe impact, it showed slight cracks, with wisps of chaos energy leaking out, spreading constantly like dark shadowy fog.

"Danger!" Hill frowned, his eyebrows tightly knitted. He swung the silver sword in his hand sharply, driving out multiple wisps of escaping shadows.

He sensed that if this uncontrolled power was not timely obstructed, it would tear through spatial stability, triggering an unforeseen catastrophe.

His gaze resolutely shifted to the Witch Rider Corps members: "Everyone! Use your flesh and blood to form a defensive line! Hold this place no matter what!"

Without hesitation, the Witch Rider Corps members swiftly formed a solid formation. They donned armor, wielded weapons, and their faces bore a resolute determination and fearless spirit.

These seasoned and resolute individuals now became the final defense, safeguarding the birth moment of the new order with their lives.

The blood-colored afterglow reflected among them seemed extraordinarily heavy, yet even more dazzling and magnificent.

Alia stood at the edge of the formation, her silver-gray hair fluttering gently in the wind, her emerald eyes reflecting the glittering stars.

"He... he’s enduring the cycles of creation and destruction at once!" she exclaimed, "This is not just cultivation, but a test surpassing the limits of ordinary understanding!"

David, with his entire body aglow with golden-green runes, slowly opened his eyes, in which there was the burning heat of the new sacred flame, mingled with the cold of chaotic shadows, and the resilience of life’s rhythm.

Not far away, the thorns upon the corroded throne still writhed slowly, binding tightly the clan leaders’ bones, from which came intermittent whispers, which were the bloodline will’s response to the coronation ritual of the sovereign, as well as part of the final defense against the dark erosion.

"Faith is steel, it will dissolve all conflicts." Lucia whispered, her silver-white robe gently flowing under the moonlight, her face showing firm tenderness: "All races look forward to the future, and we cannot let them down!"

The night wind howled through the forest outside, the endless rustling of leaves intertwining into a sharp symphony, occasionally interspersed with the roars of giant beasts peering or the fluttering wings of startled birds, making the air tense yet full of vitality.

It was as if all life under heaven and earth held their breath watching the momentous changes on the eve of this destiny’s watershed moment!

Suddenly, a shattered thunderbolt struck from the sky, and the entire team instantly gathered their wits, each deploying shields and attack skills to face the peril.

And from the cracks in the Chaos Core erupted wild grey-black energy, rampaging outwardly and spreading all around, leaving scorched and corroded marks on every contact with the earth, terrifying all!

Hill slashed at the remnants of the demon with his sword, perseverance in his tightly clenched lips, "We cannot retreat! Just hold on a little longer, and we’ll usher in the true dawn!"

Cynthia coolly surveyed the battlefield, her icy sword edge cutting through the air and leaving a cold gleam: "No force can break us, as long as we hold onto each other’s faith."

Annie maneuvered at the edge of the shadows, a cunning smile on her face while unleashing mental attacks to disrupt the enemy’s perception, buying precious time for the main force.

Beads of sweat slid down her forehead, yet they never altered her sharp trajectory.

It was the trial every guardian of vows must undergo, also a symbol of the responsibility borne by the chosen path they tread!

The battlefield seemed in temporal disarray, with scorching torrents of law whistling by and cold blades slicing through, interwoven and clashing amid vibrant spell explosions.