Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1325: Chapter 618: Wailing Shadow of the Demon

Silver Moon Saintess Liya stood before the ruined temple, her silver-white hair gently lifted by the morning breeze, her gaze as cold and resolute as ice.

She stared at the destroyed Nature Temple in front of her, which once revered the Spirit of Nature and witnessed the harmonious coexistence of all races, but now had been burned down by the Holy Light Church as heretical demons.

Tongues of fire licked at the stone pillars and trees, thick smoke rose like a black torrent, painting the entire sky a dark red.

Scattered around the altars were the remnants of burnt offerings and charred Holy Books, the once sacred and pure atmosphere completely destroyed.

"David is the true savior of all races." Liya clutched her fists tightly, her cheeks flushed with the emotion intertwining anger, grief, and a crystal-clear understanding of the future.

At that moment, her pair of eyes, as bright as morning stars, suddenly emitted a green radiance.

A surge of Power of Nature burst from deep within her, resonating fiercely with the overflowing divine power of redemption.

The surrounding air trembled abruptly, with emerald-gold whirlwinds slowly rotating amidst the ruins, awakening the silent earth like the Spirit of the Forest.

Determination shone in Liya’s eyes as she raised her ancient battle staff, entwined with vines and adorned with dazzling gems, releasing the life force with each slight tremor.

As she waved her arm, streams of emerald green Magic Arrows shot toward the twelve Holy Light Transmission Towers in the distant sky.

These towers soared into the clouds, each emitting pure and powerful spiritual power fluctuations, key to the Church’s supply maintenance across the battlefield.

The emerald arrows hit their targets precisely, causing the towers to collapse in violent explosions, breaking the rune energies and letting flames rapidly consume their structures.

The sudden attack left the defenders of the transmission towers stunned, as they swung their weapons trying to resist but failed to block this destructive storm concentrated from nature and redemption power.

In an instant, the entire Holy Light Alliance Army supply system went into a deadlock, and the supply lines snapped, leaving stations in chaos.

"Faith is the hardest unyielding shield for us mortals!" Liya’s voice was clear and firm, every word striking deep into the hearts of her allies present:

"The Dawn Sect has forsaken the true duty to protect all beings. They disguise justice in falsehood, yet they desecrate the grace of Heaven and Earth. Today, we shall ignite the true dawn with our beliefs!"

She raised her hand and tore apart the Dawn Sect’s Holy Emblem hanging on her chest for years, the emblem breaking with a crisp sound like a broken vow falling into the dust.

A rousing drumbeat echoed through the streets inside and outside the city, leading thirty thousand new devoted followers with unwavering will to respond to the call.

They donned traditional attire of various races yet uniformly wore emerald cloaks, symbolizing their persistent pursuit of the Earth Mother and the truth of redemption.

They held spears and sharp blades, fearless of tyranny, declaring the opening of a new revolution through their actions!

The marching teams spread serpentine along the streets, countless citizens peering out from their doorways, some with tears on their cheeks, some whispering prayers, and others with clenched fists vowing to support to the death.

They witnessed the corrupt incompetence of the ruling class of old, and now this group of mortals stood boldly to challenge taboos, facing the Ice Storm for their homeland’s fate.

This is a new power that cannot be ignored, a symbol of human spirit that persists even amidst the battles of gods.

Throughout the scene, tension and hope coexisted: flags flying in every street corner, inscribed with "Truth," "Freedom," "New Dawn";

Elderly people and children held hands, together guarding every step;

Warriors formed into tight phalanxes, gazing ahead without fear, driven only by a sense of mission accelerating heartbeats pounding against chests;

Mages carried various rune artifacts, on both sides of the teams, assisting in releasing Defense Spells and enhancing physical power and magic, trying to maximize safety and attack effectiveness during the march.

Meanwhile, some residents of old districts, heavily damaged but still standing on the outskirts, also joined the parade.

Their faces were covered with grime and bruises, but the indomitable light in their eyes was moving, including aging old women and young children, a group still standing through hardships is the most fundamental and authentic source of hope for the new era!

At this time an anomaly suddenly appeared in the sky: a deep rumble from afar in the clouds, a massive emerald-golden hurricane spiraled and rose like a giant tree’s branches, interweaving with the twilight of the celestial palace, constantly devouring and refining dark grey clouds.

It brings not only new life force from the elemental fusion but also an unyielding declaration of judgement upon oppressors.

In the hurricane’s center, several crystalline runes faintly shimmered without pause, channeling heaven and earth energy in a wild flow and expansion, providing allies with continuous enhancement and protective barriers.

Frontline morale surged, with many wounded soldiers feeling a strange warmth restore their spirits, as if refilled with the fountain of life!

Salier, one of the leader-level figures of the Silver Moon Knight Order, stepped forward to stand beside Liya, clad in silver-white heavy armor, fully armed yet remaining humble.

His face was stern and sharply defined, speckled with silver threads revealing the passage of time, but his eyes remained full of fighting spirit.

"We shall fight to the bloody end in this ’Faith Uprising,’ regardless of how many times we fall, we shall rise again! Because this is our era!"