Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1329: Chapter 620: Purification Trial

His face changed suddenly, revealing a hint of resilience but unable to hide the fatigue and scars behind his high cloak.

"One-third of the believers... forced to abandon..." The voice was vague, yet it sent chills through the hearts of the entire army.

It represented that they had already lost a large number of believers to protect their remaining lives, significantly weakening their overall defense and mental pillar!

The souls of the abandoned believers roared and scattered in the void, transforming into brilliant shards filling the sky.

These residual "Holy Light Crystals" flickered with their final weak afterglow, absorbed and converted by the Apocalypse Corridor into a new type of energy called "Sacred Echoes," providing strong power support for the counterattack.

This energy contains pure blessings of order and is one of the strongest supports against decaying forces, symbolizing that the struggle between good and evil in this catastrophe has never ceased, and new hope is being born!

In the distance, smoke fills the center of the battlefield, where humans, elves, dwarves, and allies of various races support each other, building an indestructible barrier with their lives.

No matter how severe the pain, no matter how strong the fear, they gaze firmly towards the future.

Because they know, if they fail this time, it will be irreparable forever, but as long as the flames in their hearts remain unextinguished, there’s still a chance to reverse fate!

The leader of the Sariel Knight Order stood at the front of the array, his face covered with sweat and dust, yet still robust.

"We have fallen before, but we will rise again!" He shouted, raising his arm, "For the future, for freedom, for truth, walk with me!"

Thirty thousand people responded in unison, "For freedom! For the future! For truth!" Their voices thundered, rising and falling like mountains, shaking the entire world.

The great battle continues: the sentinels outside the city walls remain alert, and various complex magic inscriptions flicker, protecting the array;

Shadow worms lurk and wander, trying to find any breakthrough;

Dimensional fluctuations rampage, making time and space distorted and unpredictable...

These crises remind everyone that success is still far off, and the real test has just begun...

Amidst the ruins, broken walls stand as heavy scars, silently narrating the brutality and cruelty of this unprecedented battle.

Liya led the soldiers of the uprising army on the darkest path before dawn—the headquarters of the Holy Light Holy See.

This once glorious, solemn Holy Hall is now devastated, gigantic stone pillars shattered, scattered on the ground, and exquisite holy statues lie collapsed.

The sky was turbulent with winds, waves of cold air mixed with the smell of shattered glass and burning wood passing through, making everyone tighten their cloaks unconsciously.

The soldiers were solemn in expression, yet not one stopped, with each step seeming to tread at the crossroads of history and future.

Liya wore a long emerald robe, the new banner symbolizing the power of nature and redemption of the uprising army. She held a magic staff, each step causing the earth to tremble lightly and green vines to grow.

She gazed like a torch, surveying the corrosive and nearly collapsing building in front of her, which was the power center of the Dawn Sect.

"This is the last fortress of the Dawn Sect." She whispered to herself, yet it was enough for those around to feel the heavy pressure and burning determination.

"Countless innocent souls were desecrated here, we must uncover the truth and settle accounts with the evil!"

Everyone followed Liya deeper into the underground chamber of the Pope Hall, a dark and damp place, with marble passageways inlaid with mysterious runes and altars stained with blood.

A stench of decay hit them, causing the already weary soldiers to cover their noses and look sideways.

In the depths of the chamber, a huge obsidian pool lay quietly in the shadows, its surface shimmering with eerie blue light like an abyss reflecting endless despair.

This was the legendary "Faith Poison Pool," where millions of believers’ souls were refined and imprisoned, maintained by evil sacrificial magic as the Holy Light energy network, one of the darkest and most horrifying secrets of the Dawn Sect.

Liya slowly approached the poison pool, the gem at the top of her ancient magic staff immediately radiating green natural energy, the energy like a trickle flowed into the center of the pool, causing rippling waves.

Those present held their breath, only to see the water surface gradually turning clear and transparent, years of accumulated chaotic filth beginning to be stripped and purified.

She closed her eyes, her entire body emitted brilliant vitality runes, green roots broke through from the earth underfoot, gentle yet resilient like a mother’s embrace, enclosing the poison pool.

These roots spread into the water, gently lifting countless tormented souls, washing away corrosion and stains with the power of nature, and guiding them to the far-off place, the heart of the new order in the Apocalypse Corridor.

"You betrayed faith, desecrated the blessings of heaven with greed," Liya’s voice was low but resounding, "Yet the truly pure and resilient human mind willing to sacrifice for all races will live forever on this land!

Today, we reshape the future with life and purify evil with truth!"

The atmosphere was heavy and solemn, countless tormented souls seemed to reveal a tender dawn glow in the roots wrapped around them.

They gently floated upward, leaving the ancient obsidian prison, sent to the mysterious and hopeful new world deep within the Apocalypse Corridor.

These souls not only achieved liberation but became one of the most fundamental and crucial sources of power for the rebuilding of the Divine Kingdom, an essential essence for the new era!

The guards stood solemnly outside, allies of various races showing complex expressions: filled with anger toward the betrayal of the ruling class of yore, yet also full of infinite anticipation for the future.