Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1334: Chapter 622: Prophecy_2

The Elf Archer supplemented with her clear voice, "We need more information regarding the origins of ’Fate Manipulation’ and seek solutions to break it, otherwise the new era will inevitably fall into a greater vortex of chaos."

The discussion reached its climax, and everyone realized the great importance of the mission; indeed, every detail could determine the future direction of the war and the survival and safety of the races.

Above the distant ruins, beneath the stars in the sky, a giant silver-winged Phoenix soared, flapping its wings to create splendid sparks, like a symbol of new life burning in the sky, bringing long-lost warmth and the dawn of belief to all beings.

Meanwhile, at the far end of the star realm in an isolated space, a figure armored, face hidden beneath the brim of a feathered hat, silently observed the trajectory of the stars.

He was the one who had long infiltrated the network of conspiracies within the alliance of gods, referred to as the "Master of Conspiracy." At this moment, he slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly:

"It seems... the ’Fate Manipulation’ plan is progressing smoothly... even the Saintess’s mind is beginning to breed mutations...

When the time is right, I will let them kill each other, and then I will control the new order of the apocalyptic world!"

His voice was cold and full of calculation, while the space array behind him slightly trembled, countless forbidden runes flickering with mysterious azure brilliance, resonating with the small ’Fate Manipulation’ seed containing forbidden knowledge, reaching the pinnacle of sharpness!

The night grew deeper, but the dawn light silently nurtured between heaven and earth, waiting for the bravest to embark on the journey and use their will to light the first ray of dawn in the new age...

In a secluded ritual hall away from the hustle and bustle, a secret meeting being hosted by a wise Elf was underway.

They sat around a round table, each lighting a small star lamp symbolizing the guardianship of wisdom.

In the flickering lamplight, they examined rare data samples collected from the corridor of ends and the latest intelligence summaries, with particular attention to the information Alia left behind:

"If we can accurately interpret and unlock her residual will, we may activate the key cipher hidden in the ’Ancient God’s Words,’ " the eldest Mage Weir said cautiously.

"But at the same time, we must also guard against those who attempt to use this power for personal gain or even destroy the forces balancing heaven and earth."

A young apprentice posed a question: "Master, is there a method to use these afterglows to reverse the situation?

Or at least build a stronger, impregnable defense?"

Weir furrowed his brow, pondering for a long while before answering, "Only by combining the primordial energy of the three elements, empowering the Divine Artifact, and activating the Unity of Three Hearts realm, while supplemented by the collective beliefs of the clans, can we hope to see a breakthrough..."

The meeting room fell silent, and people exchanged complex glances, each knowing the future path was full of thorns and obstacles, but also endless possibilities and challenges.

And all this will gradually reveal the truth in the following years...

Time flowed like an arrow, as the first ray of sunshine pierced the haze and spilled over the center of the wasteland, David stood beside the altar, once again gazing at the Blood Demon core floating and rotating with extraordinary stability and emitting a strange azure luster.

He understood that this was a critical juncture, the pivot of destiny direction for all beings!

He gently opened his lips and whispered:

"Alia, you said you would return, no matter how perilous the road ahead, we will wait for the dawn of rebirth..."

David looked up at the distant sky, which gradually brightened, a heavy sense of responsibility and unwavering belief surging in his heart.

Not far away, a temporary conference hall in the new army camp was brightly lit.

The walls were constructed of durable magic pattern cloth curtains, inlaid with gems representing each race’s alliance emblem, glowing brightly under the lights.

In the center of the hall stood a giant altar-style podium, upon which a large disk engraved with ancient runes and fragments of the War God’s scepter was placed, symbolizing the gathering of faith and the scepter of judgment.

Around the podium, representatives of humans, Elves, Dwarves, and other allies sat solemnly.

Each person displayed a solemn expression, full of resilience filtered through countless trial by fire, and a fresh glow of hope for the future.

The air was filled with the faint scent of the Holy Scripture and burning pine charcoal mixed fragrance, creating a solemn and sacred atmosphere.

David stepped into the center of the hall, each step emanated a steady rhythm.

The scarlet gold flames still surrounded him, but at this moment he restrained his sharpness, opened his mouth with a gentler yet authoritative tone: "Everyone, this world is filled with chaos, we have witnessed countless blood and sacrifice.

But it is precisely these painful lessons that make us understand that we cannot protect this land by individual strength alone, nor can we lead all beings out of darkness."

His gaze swept over each ally representative, and those deep eyes shone like flames: "From now on, we will jointly establish a new order belonging to all believers, a belief system surpassing race and surpassing old sect conflicts, where all beings share equality and prosperity, grounded in truth and freedom!"

As his words fell, the venue erupted into applause, from cautious at first to increasingly enthusiastic, acknowledging infinite possibilities for the future and the most sincere support for David’s leadership determination.

He walked slowly to the front of the podium, before the large disk inlaid with fragments of the Divine Scepter.

A swirl of rune brilliance rotated and flowed, everyone held their breath anticipating this moment of the ritual’s opening and the luminous glow it brought.

In the gaze full of expectation, a paper thick parchment scroll was solemnly unfolded, inscribed with ancient words:

"Divine Kingdom Charter"

"Article One: Whoever offers faith, regardless of racial identity, can receive the ’Chaos Stigmata,’ a mark bestowed upon the soul by the gods, allowing the soul to be reconstructed in the otherworld after death, reincarnated into a new body in the Divine Kingdom to continue guarding this land."

The reader’s voice was majestic and clear, every word of the charter was pronounced to the ear like singing an ancient chant full of rhythmic cadence.

"Article Two: Initiating large-scale ’God Wars’ must receive approval from at least thirty percent of all registered believers’ souls, to prevent misuse of war power leading to pointless sacrifice and order collapse."

Upon these words, many representatives exchanged glances, realizing this was a righteous correction of the past arbitrary war phenomena and emphasized the enhancement of understanding the dignity of life in the new order.

Lastly, "Article Three" elicited the highest expectation from the audience:

"Ms. Alia shall serve as the first ’Faith Speaker,’ she once led the uprising against the Dark Forces, her steadfast pure heart will guide the entire path of redemption in the coming years."

Following this, the Dawn Sect officially renamed to "Road to Redemption," symbolizing its cleansing of past pollution and contempt, integrating into the central system newly crafted by the joint efforts of the races.

Undoubtedly, this marked a historical watershed moment, and the change added more cohesion and mutual acceptance intentions among the races.

As the proclamation ended, a gentle breeze suddenly swept through the open hall door, bringing the sound of birds singing from deep in the forest outside.

A white-feathered dove glided in from the sky, soared around the hall a few times, then gently landed on the edge of the podium, its feathers glowing with soft silver brilliance as if it carried blessing from the heavens.

This serene moment made everyone hold their breath, temporarily calming the tumultuous heart, leaving only a tranquil and pure atmosphere of hope spreading.

Alia stood by the side, draped in a vibrant green robe, under the candlelight as if a forest Elf had descended to the mortal world, she slowly stepped forward, hands crossed in front of her chest, respecting David, while her eyes glanced over the face of each ally and soldier in the hall, those who had weathered storms yet still shone with unwavering determination.

"I vow to exhaust myself, paving the path of redemption for this land, for all life, fulfilling the trust placed by everyone!"

Her voice was gentle yet firm, with a power that could penetrate the darkness and sweep away the shadows, that steadfastness invigorated the slightly weary crowd anew.