Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1323: Chapter 617: Blood Spring Corrosion

Cynthia stood beside Hill, her silver-blue sword blade trembling slightly, but was full of determination.

"Every swing of the sword must let them know that we will never yield easily."

Arya focused on guiding Soul Power to repair the Defense Barrier, the runes on her forehead pulsating like stars in the night sky, gathering points of cold light and building an insurmountable barrier for the Guardians.

"As long as our thoughts remain unextinguished, this fortress will not collapse."

Annie lurked in the depths of the shadows, her eyes sharp like those of a hawk, constantly deploying mental disruption techniques to plunge the enemy forces into chaos and anxiety:

"The more arrogant they are towards this land, the more calmly we must respond, using wisdom to compensate for the lack of strength."

The entire battlefield seemed to be in a stalemate, but the sense of pressure grew heavier.

The trees on the consumed Earth slowly withered and wilted, with the air filled with the scent of death and endless wails;

The sky was densely clouded, with rolling thunder constantly sounding, as if the heavens and earth were weeping over this catastrophe.

In the atmosphere of impending storm, people’s muscles tightened, and each breath emanated resilience and defiance.

The War God’s avatar led a huge army of Destruction Giant Statues, their momentum surging like a raging torrent.

Their bodies forged from steel and magic were incredibly large, with each step causing the Earth to crack and dust to fly.

The Law crumbled under their feet, and the air was filled with strong energy distortion and the scent of death.

David stood at the center of the altar in the End Corridor, Chaos Fire burning riotously within him, his expression serious and stern.

His eyes glowed as if burning stars, shining brightly. He took a deep breath, with runes flickering gold-green waves throughout his body, resonating with the Chaos Core with a faint glow.

He raised his arms high, slowly condensing a vortex like a black hole from his palms.

"All things return to the void!" he shouted, as an endless devouring force suddenly exploded.

The black vortex spun violently, like the mouth of the Abyss opening to consume the world.

The vortex resembled the darkest and most terrifying existence in the starry sky, tearing the surrounding space into shattered fragments.

All the Guardians present retreated, watching as several Destruction Giant Statues were drawn by this force, falling into the vortex center like moths to a flame.

Their huge bodies gradually disintegrated under the invisible force, transforming from hard steel into dust particles, completely crushed among the spatial Abyss.

However, the War God’s avatar, incensed by the devouring, was filled with rage, wielding the blood spear of the War God, a gigantic spear embedded with fragments of the broken scepter, slashing a bloody trajectory through the air.

The long spear pierced space as if burning flames, penetrating the core of the Divine Kingdom projection that David had painstakingly constructed, which seemed invincible.

"Boom—!"

Blood splattered forth, the scarlet liquid stubbornly entwined with the cracks, as if announcing the brutal prelude of this battle had just begun.

David’s expression turned cold, and he focused completely, immediately reaching out his hands to grasp the blade of the great spear across his chest.

He used his own Chaos Fire to guide, simultaneously merging the power of runes, reflecting the sharp and overwhelming enemy attack back.

A deafening shredding sound echoed across the sky, and the Earth seemed to tremble endlessly.

The War God’s avatar retreated several meters, its ferocious visage quickly filled with a twisted expression of terror and fury intertwined, yet its blood spear remained tightly held.

At that moment, the fresh, hot Divine Blood splattering from the stabbing point rapidly solidified and mutated, spreading out on the ground to form a strange crimson "Wrath’s Ash" contamination zone.

This highly corrosive area embedded with magical erosion characteristics rapidly expanded, invisibly eroding the land and Law’s veins, causing nearby beings to endure painful suffering, and also threatening the stability of the subsequent defense system.

This is a severe adverse side effect resulting from the seizure of the War God’s authority fragments, a costly aspect of victory, for it was never easy to possess triumph at any moment.

The Guardians held their breath and watched intently, their expressions complex and mixed, some with awe, others with worry, but more with unwavering support and trust in David’s firm conviction.

Cynthia’s silver-blue cape fluttered in the wind, she tightly grasped the sword hilt, its blade reflecting cold light that sliced the void, unafraid of the raging storm;

Hill’s silver-white armor was damaged in multiple places, yet still stood tall, his silver-streaked temples reflecting the undying flames;

Lucia closed her eyes praying, weaving the strands of the magic net to restore the Defense Barrier, hoping to gently repair the damaged domain;

Annie crouched in the shadows, her sharp gaze sweeping the battlefield, awaiting the perfect timing for the next strategy;

Liliana stood steadfast at the edge of the Royal Court, her purple eyes reflecting the starlight in the hall, using wisdom to uphold the new faith’s network.

And at this moment, standing at the center of the altar, bathed in chaotic flames, David’s features were weary, yet the fiery blaze still burned bright, with fortitude hidden in his brows as he confronted the challenge of fate.

"The End Corridor is long, but it must not collapse." His voice was steady and determined, "As long as we unite our efforts and advance to the front line, even if heaven and earth overturn, we must protect this singular hope of rebirth."

His words resonated, like stars coming together to form a river, igniting burning courage in everyone’s chest.

Everything surrounded by the smoke, dust, and rune remnants transformed the Earth into a magnificent epic canvas, a new era woven from determination, sacrifice, and hope was slowly unfolding...

Meanwhile, above, the rolling clouds churned violently, and the Angel Corps continuously emerging from the cross-plane Teleportation Gate formed tight arrays, their gold and silver armor gleaming brightly, each wing stretching like holy blades forged from dawn.