Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1332: Chapter 621: Trial_2

Not only awed by the immense symbols left by ancient civilizations but also feeling the great burden of the mission heavy upon his shoulders.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the camp inside and out, the earth once again transmitted a subtle tremor, as if heralding more significant events to unfold.

In this new framework woven by the beliefs of all beings, every repair is the torrent of destiny turning onto a smooth road, and every completion is the rekindling source of future hope!

David collected his thoughts and withdrew from the site of the plane’s repair.

He caressed the runes on the great halberd, those ceaselessly glowing red seemingly responding to his determination as they pulsed with intensity.

He knew that this journey was just beginning, and more arduous tests awaited him and all his allies ahead.

And the life upon the lands protected by the healed barriers would also, on this foundation, welcome the new dawn!

The Holy Light God stood at the center of the hall, dressed in a pure silver-white robe like the dawn, his eyes deep and piercing, reflecting the brightest light in the starry sky.

In one hand, he held a holy staff symbolizing justice and purification, while the other gently stroked the shining golden symbol on his chest, a pure mark formed by the devotion of thousands of followers.

At this moment, his face was solemn, his brow revealing traces of dissatisfaction and anger that were hard to conceal.

"God of Conspiracy..." his voice like the morning bell echoed through the Divine Hall, "You exposed your cards too early, tearing apart the tenuous yet crucial alliance between us gods."

As soon as the words fell, a tall figure clad in armor with flaming golden fire patterns emerged from a dark corner.

He was the God of War, whose imposing presence seemed to make the surrounding space tremble.

He gave the Holy Light God a sidelong glance, his words carrying a hint of mockery and cold laughter, bursting like burning flames:

"Being betrayed by mortal faith is your own fault. The so-called supreme Holy Light is nothing but a fleeting illusion of mortal minds."

The voice of the God of War was sonorous and powerful, each word striking at the hearts of all beings.

Burning in his eyes was not only fire but also a disdain and contempt for the false order.

As the two deities faced off, a strong wave of tremor suddenly radiated from the hall’s surroundings.

In the space appeared several vague yet imposing figures, who were other significant presences in the gods’ alliance: the Nature Queen, the Elder of Wisdom, the Messenger of the Netherworld, etc., all watching the escalating conflict with complex expressions in silence.

The rune array in the air suddenly lit up, and a faint silver-gray energy barrier slowly formed, enveloping the entire hall.

It was not just a protective barrier, but a restriction, a mutual restraint of powers set by the gods to prevent the conflict from spiraling out of control.

The Holy Light God slightly raised his palm, and various small magic arrays symbolizing purity and order appeared one after another.

He coldly declared, "To prevent your conspiracy from having a wider impact, I invoke the ’Apocalypse Restriction’ to blockade all heterodox forces that might disrupt the terrestrial and astral order."

The God of War immediately countered, a fiery whirlwind erupting behind him, sweeping the void like a blazing storm: "I too refuse to back down. With the ’Warring Cage,’ I shall seal your purification energy, so our conflict does not affect more innocents!"

The two enormous energy barriers intertwined, forming a dense, untouchable, and complexly changing meshwork in midair.

The pressure exuded by this mesh forced the many angels and guardian spirits around to retreat, none daring to intervene rashly.

The Nature Queen let out a light sigh, adorned in forest vine and floral decorations, speaking with a gentle yet resolute demeanor: "Ladies and gentlemen, please do not forget, we once vowed to uphold the balance of the cosmos, but now due to mutual suspicion causing fissures, it will only allow those Dark Forces to exploit the gap."

The Elder of Wisdom folded his hands across his chest, his aged face etched with the marks of time yet still bright with wisdom: "If we cannot unify our will, we shall ultimately be unable to escape a fate of doom."

The Messenger of the Netherworld added in a stern voice: "Death is not the end, but a turning point of rebirth.

At this critical juncture, we should advance hand in hand rather than destroy ourselves through infighting."

Just as the words fell, a bone-chilling wind suddenly swept through the hall, making everyone’s robes flutter.

The fragments of the floating array flickered, shaking as if stirred by an irresistible force.

On the other end of the battlefield, a shadow silently traversed the mist, slowly approaching from the dark. Cloaked in a black robe, his face hidden beneath the hood’s shadow, leaving only those sharp and deep eyes like an abyss revealed.

This was one of the key figures secretly plotting to destabilize the gods’ alliance balance—the Master of Conspiracy, quietly observing the changes in the situation, his heart filled with complex calculations.

At the same time, on the far edge of the mortal world, within a grand ancient castle, a statue of a white-haired elder suddenly began to move.

With an ancient crown on his head and his body adorned with swirling magic pattern stones, he is known as the "Guardian," who has witnessed countless prayers and godly battles.

As he opened those ice-blue gem-like eyes, an ancient and primordial language softly spoke:

"Fissures... inevitable... but only through the crucible of purgatory can truth be seen..."

Back at the main hall of the astral realm, the confrontation between the gods continued for a long time, with no one yielding an inch.

The intense atmosphere in the air threatened to freeze into a solid, inexplicably suppressing all life force flow in the space.

Sitting on the sidelines controlling the spatial passages were the High Priests, cautiously maintaining the sealing spells, not daring to slacken for fear a slight mistake could trigger a greater disaster affecting multiple dimensional worlds.

Suddenly, from afar came a deep, long, and majestic voice, an echo of resistance spreading after the Dawn Sect was stripped of power.

A gigantic soul projection was cast onto the dome above the hall, depicting a bleak world scene long cursed and polluted, accumulating filth yet struggling to break free from shackles and survive.

This was one of the harsh realities the divine systems had to face, also meaning they must reassess their cooperation relationships, or risk self-destruction by inviting disaster!

At that moment, a highly destructive tremor emanated from the Bloodline Origin Abyss, causing the entire astral realm to slightly tremble, as if a great change was brewing between heaven and earth.

And at the center of that tremor, a blurry outline gradually appeared, that was the long-hidden War King outside the Terminus Corridor—David!

Yet, at this moment, he did not directly intervene in the dispute but stood at a safe distance, quietly observing everything, as if facing a formidable enemy, or perhaps waiting for a good opportunity.

His brows furrowed, incessantly chanting those ancient lost spells, each word carrying immense primal power, hoping, through his own accumulated cultivation over the years, to soften the impending fragmentation and chaos that would worsen the situation’s negative impact.

In the corner, a petite girl in an unassuming gray cloak quietly observed the scene, her name was Liya, the youngest and most promising rising star mage of the Elf Race, also one of the alliance’s data analysts.

With precise and sharp eyes, she scanned the various structures of runes, whispering to her assistant beside her about the current complex restriction construct:

"These restrictions are intertwined like tangled vines, finding a weakness is almost impossible.

But if we can leverage external ’destiny revision’ influence, perhaps a new breakthrough might occur..."

Her assistant nodded but showed concern in his eyes. "But even so, the risks are extremely high.

If we cannot quickly gain control of the situation, all our efforts risk being in vain!"

Liya glanced at the drifting cold snow outside the window, covering the corner’s withered branches, saying nothing, leaving only her gaze full of determination as if seeking to devour all this darkness before welcoming a new dawn...

Amidst this, in the faraway battlefield ruins, the new military camp led by David was splendidly illuminated.