Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1324: Chapter 617: Blood Spring Corrosion (Part 2)

Holy spears whistled forth, like meteors cutting through the night sky toward the enemy ranks, shattering countless rocks into hot magma, igniting the fire of justice’s judgment.

But at the same time, deep within the dark earth, sinister and terrifying shadow worms squirmed, their bodies covered in viscous liquid, injecting the plague of death into the earth’s soul.

These tentacled monsters attacked silently yet mortally, making dead silence spread over once-vibrant life-rich places, leaving behind only barren black soil awaiting the next sweep...

The swarm leader’s compound eyes flickered with eerie cold light, it grinned and hissed: "Corrupt, destroy, devour — this is fate, and the cruelest game rule of the new epoch!"

Smoke covered the distant battlefield, the earth trembled violently, humanity’s last line of defense was enveloped in a tragic atmosphere: Hill stood at the ruined city gates, the devastated avenue witnessing countless bloody battles.

His temples frosted but the burning fighting spirit in his eyes remained undiminished, "I will never let any enemy step a foot across!" His voice was firm and powerful, like a mountain supporting against the storm’s invasion.

Cynthia stood alongside, her sword trembling slightly, yet she did not retreat, "Every swing of the sword shows them we’re determined to defend our dignity to death."

Alia focused on guiding soul energy to repair the barrier, runes on her forehead stirred, reflecting starry cold light to create an impregnable shield.

Annie concealed in shadows, casting a mental disruption spell, causing the enemy troops to fall into confusion, "The brasher they are, the calmer we must plan," she whispered.

Roaring thunder accompanied by thick clouds, seemed like nature itself mourned and roared for this catastrophe.

In the storm-threatening darkness, muscles tensed as each breath forged unwavering and unyielding will.

Neither pain nor fatigue could stop their resolute vow to guard their homeland to death...

Amidst this endless dead silence, a shadow slowly appeared.

The disguised God of Conspiracy clad in a mercury-like dark robe, his eyes like ice blades, flashing with a hot yet cold ominous light.

He walked slowly through the land overrun by decay, with every step the earth beneath him rapidly deteriorating and collapsing, suffocating foul stench emanating in the air.

His fingers lightly brushed a shattered altar, the source of Hell’s essence, a gigantic blood demon core hovering at the altar’s center, pulsating like a scarlet heart.

His touch caused cracks rapidly spread across the core’s surface, a dense foul air gradually seeped from the fissures.

"Corrupt Blood Spring..." the God of Conspiracy whispered, his sneering voice like ice blades slicing the air, "This is my newly laid trap to shred your final defenses."

With the infusion of his will, countless twisted tentacles burst forth from the gigantic blood demon core, like nightmare serpents, stretching madly from the altar surroundings, dyeing the entire world in dark red, like blood coagulated into flowing spring water.

This "Corrupt Blood Spring" carried strong corrosive and divinity-absorbing power, continuously absorbing surrounding soul and law forces to provide nourishing for the God of Conspiracy.

Alia stood before the essence altar, clad in a dark red cloak, her face showing fatigue from prolonged battle, yet her eyes remained resolutely bright.

She tightly gripped the magic staff, its top embedded with ancient rune stones, emitting gentle silver rays under ghostly light.

Scattered around her were remnants of the tribe known as "Hell’s Survivors", though weary, they steadfastly guarded the line without retreat.

However, her ankles suddenly entangled by several crimson tentacles, those tentacles possessing intense divinity absorption power, each squirm felt like tearing life force and soul essence out from her body.

Alia’s brow furrowed, muscles tensed as she tried to escape the binding, yet found the "Corrupt Blood Spring"’s power far surpassing expectations, even she struggled to resist its erosive speed.

"Mustn’t let them breach the essence..." she gritted her teeth, whispered while chanting a spell, an ice-blue shield instantly wrapped around her, but countless fine cracks appeared on the shield surface, about to shatter.

Far at the other end of the battlefield, David sensed a faint abnormal fluctuation, his brow furrowed sharply, flames surged in his eyes.

He felt a suffocating and expanding severe crisis coming from otherworldly space, this scarcely known realm filled with death and despair.

Yet at this moment, he was bound by a Holy Light God’s spell called "Order Chains", forcibly confined to the real battlefield, unable to escape, forced to watch the hidden darker and more treacherous events unfold silently behind his forces.

The Holy Light God stood upon a high platform, his silver-white robes waving in the wind, his stern gaze swept across the assembly, every word carried undeniable authority: "Order must be secured, nascent chaos must not be allowed to rampage or all beings will face irrevocable catastrophe."

With a wave, he summoned a gold chain descending from the sky, tightly binding David.

The chain flashed sacred runes, constantly radiating to suppress chaos energy, preventing David from freely wielding other plane powers or traverse planes.

"This is to maintain cosmic balance and prevent further destruction from spreading."

David’s eyes grew solemn, yet couldn’t break free from the binding.

He suppressed internal urgency, looked toward the distant space where crimson waves faintly transmitted. That was where Alia fought desperately, her life hanging by a thread.

"I will find a way to break the bonds," he murmured, "I won’t let you fight alone!"

Meanwhile, on the edge of life and death’s earth, shadow worms lurked long, their secreted thick mucous invading the soul realm, causing shrill wails to echo through empty valleys.

This land once bred vibrant life of all races, now turned desolate and withered, endless death shrouded it, inciting despair and fear.

Enormous worms hid among it, their limbs entwined complexly like death vines rooted deeply, constantly expanding dominance.

Alia stood firm, clenched her magic staff tightly, resisting the crimson tentacles’ continual encroachment on her life and soul divinity.

"We must not retreat!" Her voice was heavy yet resolute, "As long as there’s breath, this is our final stand!"

Surrounding survivors gathered, using remaining strength to build a fragile yet unyielding defense barrier.

A strong tragic mood enveloped the entire altar, sweat and tears mixed together on their faces, yet their gaze remained clear and bright without a hint of surrender.

At this apocalyptic edge, they became the sole symbol of indomitable hope against the conspirator’s fangs, the hardest barrier!

Daniel, a young guard, swung his broken spear with all his might to cut the toxic vines entwining his companions.

Sweat beads appeared on his forehead, every breath felt as heavy as swallowing lead.

Yet he continued to charge, fearlessly shouting: "For the future, we will not fall!"

Under the shrouding night, next to the essence altar, the wind whipped up dust blowing through, making the stench in the air more pungent.

Pale moonlight reflected upon the desolate land, strangely contrasting with the crimson ocean.

In such a setting, every action bore pressure of a thousand pounds; every vow carried the weight of ten thousand; every breath accompanied the sad melody of fate’s cycle!

Meanwhile, David, bound by "Order Chains", unable to leave the worldly battleground, felt uneasy within.

Yet he knew, at this moment, the utmost importance was to manage the current situation well, to win precious time for allies.

He must also remain cautious because hidden behind was not merely war, but also more complex and perilous schemes, and many unknown twists waiting to unveil...

The air still carried the charred smell from last night’s dying embers, smoke rose in the ruins, contrasting broken faith and chaos.