Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1340: Chapter 625: Elegy of Redemption_2

Under the violent impact, a giant mechanical arm collapsed with a crash, further arousing waves of shock that made the law of time and space in the entire region even more chaotic and unpredictable.

Hill fought to his limit, with multiple injuries across his body, yet still swung his sword to block the fatal attack.

During one encounter with the enemy, a huge dark shadow tentacle suddenly wrapped around his chest, and he was almost unable to break free.

But at the critical moment, David charged into the combat circle with the last embers, sweeping with a halberd, cutting off the tentacle completely, and at the same time releasing scorching red lotus flames to burn away the remaining evil spirits.

The soldiers, witnessing this scene, felt an unprecedented firm belief, inspired and motivated by their leader’s bravery, and united to build a steel defense line.

However, facing the entropy threat spewed out by the "Navel of Decay," no one dared to take it lightly. The blood in everyone’s chest seemed to burn hotly; for the future, for protection, they were willing to pay any price!

At the far end of the void, a mass of dark shadow began to stir, manipulated by the master of conspiracy, using the remnants of his body to incite chaos to sweep over once more.

He echoed with a cold laugh: "You are merely mantises trying to stop a cart... eventually doomed to be trapped in the eternal abyss cage!"

At this moment, the hall was filled with a heavy and stagnant atmosphere.

David stood at the center of the high platform, draped in a crimson-gold battle robe, his steadfast and profound gaze scanning across the representatives of various clans present.

In his deep purple pupils flickered a flame-like burning belief, yet he could not hide a trace of unshakeable heaviness.

"Ladies and gentlemen," his voice was low and powerful, resonating in the silence, "After the battle of the Rusted Metal Star and the seventy-fourth layer of the Abyss, we encountered unprecedented disaster and corruption.

The conspiracy master’s remains and the decay gate have severely torn apart the foundations of our Divine Kingdom with chaotic and corrupting power."

The representatives in the hall bowed their heads, many faces showing fatigue, anxiety, and helplessness.

Some clenched their fists, some sighed lightly, and others had tears in their eyes.

These people, wearing silver-white armor or flowing robes, with skin glowing with peculiar spiritual light, all clearly understood that the crisis was no longer a local event, but concerned the survival of entire realms.

David continued: "After long-term dedicated research and purification attempts, we have proposed the ultimate solution - the Redemption Elegy."

Everyone held their breath, their gaze focused, filling the council hall with a tense atmosphere.

Liliana stepped forward slowly, her silver moon robe flowing lightly with her steps, her elegant face reflecting firmness and worry.

"Master," she spoke clearly and decisively, "what precisely is your so-called ultimate solution? Please be specific, or we cannot decide."

David waved his sleeve, and a large holographic projection slowly unfolded.

In the void appeared a grand, magnificent yet bleakly fragmented map of the Divine Land, where sections marked in bright red were highlighted in deep colors; these were proposed to be severed and transformed into pure energy flow for purification.

"This is approximately one-third of our Divine Kingdom’s territory," David pointed at the projection, "to curb the spread of decay, as a cost to purify this region, dividing it into pure energy flow to wash away its fallen tumors.

Only this will protect the remaining parts from complete pollution spread."

Before he finished speaking, murmurs filled the hall.

Some frowned, others had tears shimmering in their eyes, and some representatives showed strong disagreement.

They shook their heads or whispered arguments:

"Severing such a vast territory is tantamount to abandoning seventy million believers’ souls; how can such a cost be borne?"

"Our duty is to protect every life, not sacrifice the majority for the peace of a few!"

"Isn’t this losing our faith foundation, drawing darkness forever into the depths of our minds?"

Amidst the overwhelming opposition, Liliana frowned tightly, and her tone was serious: "I also oppose sacrificing the innocent, but if decay is allowed to invade unchecked, countless lives will become captives of demons.

I pray we can find a better way, but the reality is harsh..."

Just as everyone fell into fierce dispute, a gentle yet firmly loud voice sounded: "Ladies and gentlemen, please listen to the discourse of Saintess Liya!"

The audience’s gaze gathered on the noble figure entering the doorway—the Saintess Liya, draped in a holy white and blue interwoven robe, with silver emblems symbolizing faith and honor embedded.

Her steps were steady, each one seemingly bringing peace and tranquility, yet radiating an undeniable authority.

Liya walked slowly to the center of the high platform, speaking with a resilient and warm voice: "At this critical moment of life and death, as the chair of faith, I must admit a harsh fact: scraping by within the scourge’s tumors will only lead us to slow self-destruction.

And the truly heroic and noble act is bravely sacrificing for the future of the whole, to open the way for rebirth for billions of lives." She paused, looking at the crowd, "Severing one-third of the territory is a pain we reluctantly but must endure; it is redemption, and also liberation."

After speaking, she firmly cast her affirmative vote. This act was like a thunderous roar, instantly silencing those still in heated debate against it.

David stood firmly in the center, his gaze like a torch, yet could not conceal the heaviness between his brows. He slowly turned, gazing at the gigantic void projection.

That was the region of the Divine Kingdom chosen for sacrifice, a vast expanse tainted by decay, like ashes burning in the night.

Soon, countless glimmering points rose from the earth, these were the believers’ souls shining like stars.

Guided by sacred power, they slowly gathered into a silver river crossing the galaxy, gleaming and grand.

The soul river flowed like a poem, silver-gray ripples arose in the void, momentarily transforming endless years and the elegy of life and death into a silent tale.

Every flickering point of light here contained the most sincere and unyielding protection and expectations for their home and faith.

David took a deep breath, turned to face the assembled Witch Rider Corps at the border ranks.

They were clad in fiery battle armor, like guardians of steel in a blazing flame, their faces full of resolve and determination.

Under the dark blue sky, they arrayed neatly, emitting an awe-inspiring solemn and sacred aura.

Hill stood at the forefront, gripping the bloodstained longsword, exchanging a tacit glance with his comrades, then a deep command echoed: "Witch Riders, rise!"

Instantly, the entire army sang the "Heroic Spirit Requiem" in chorus, a solemn elegy adapted from an ancient Holy Chant, used to comfort the fallen heroes and guide the departed souls home.

The sound vibrated through the universe like a great bell, and nourished the heart like gentle rain.

Every line of chant was full of deep emotion and strength, circulating and resonating in the air, making the entire space seem infused with an irresistible purifying holy energy.

Strands of scorching crimson gold flames surged from the hearts of the Witch Riders, starkly contrasting the cold void environment; it was a call to the unyielding will of life and an unwavering oath to defend the new order.

As the chant reached its climax, the silver poetic river began to pulse, the energy gathered from billions of souls formed a vast surging torrent, like a great wave of life rushing forth.

Led by the Witch Rider Corps, this pure power was injected orderly into the previously discovered core agitation zone of decay, named the "Chaos Furnace" large spatial rift.

Inside the Chaos Furnace, it is the place where darkness and decay powers intertwine and fuse, where all fallen sceneries were born.

Like hot magma gushing from a fountain, this injected power quickly caused intense reactions, countless twisted runes flashed and changed, every leap accompanied by a roaring echo, scourging and destroying the filth, while also reshaping parts of space law, moving towards a pure and stable transformation.

However, in this solemn and majestic moment, it also brought immense danger and pressure.

David felt the surge of overloaded energy within, and tiny web-like cracks appeared on the surface of his crimson gold battle armor, as a warning of the divine body’s limit.