Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1342: Chapter 626: Truth of the Anchor (Part 2)

Their minds bonded, resonating with each other’s resilient wills, transforming their existence into an eternal guardian energy that joined the surging tide of redemption, continuously infusing it with boundless vitality and lasting energy replenishments!

"Behold, this is the resonance of all beings, the connection of all realms, courage and hope." Liliana looked towards the center of the spiritual network, her face weary, yet revealing a long-lost gentle smile at this sight, "In this moment, we are not fighting alone, but thriving together as one."

The sky suddenly split open with a dazzling silver radiance, pouring down from the distant horizon, like a waterfall cascading over the entire polluted area.

The silver radiance brought not only a physical cleansing but also a spiritual enlightenment of the highest order, making every participant feel the most sincere blessings from the cosmic source, encouraging them to continue steadfastly forward, unafraid of any challenges or hardships!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, elongated infinitely, each rhythm a leap of life, each breath a declaration of determination for the future.

At the end of the long night, this "Redemption Elegy" was playing in an epic and majestic tune, lighting a beacon of hope for all who struggled on the brink of destruction and in the intertwining of life and death, while also ushering in a new dawn of a new era!

The decayed dust in the space was disintegrated one by one, the miasma gradually dispersing, the obscure and turbid air replaced step by step by a clearer and brighter atmosphere.

All the knights and mages participating in the purification ritual held their breath, staring at the deep forbidden ground, knowing that this was not the end, but the beginning of revealing a deeper secret.

David stood at the core of the purification array, his golden halberd still burning with an inextinguishable holy flame, yet faint cracks were visible on his forehead, his eyes tightly closed, with veins protruding from his forehead.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of majestic, endless sorrow and mysterious consciousness resonating from the depths of his mind, as if fragments of spacetime accumulated over billions of years were pouring into the depths of his soul, tearing and reshaping his cognition and existence.

"My name is Yog-Sothoth..." The voice echoed as if from the desolate void at the edge of the cosmos, penetrating the soul word by word, each syllable carrying an indescribable, ancient, and fierce fear.

David slightly opened his eyes, a fierce light unprecedented flickering in his violet eyes, mixed with shock and dread.

He slowly knelt down, pressing hard against the ground, as if trying to grasp tightly the sudden storm of consciousness before him, only to find his strength being devoured by the spreading mysterious waves.

Then, scenes surged into his vision like a flood:

The star-ring device was not an ordinary machine, but the "Anchor of the World," an ancient and immensely powerful divine artifact used to suppress and seal the ancient god remnant dismembered during the birth of the cosmos.

This remnant once disrupted the laws of spacetime across realms, its power enough to destroy myriad worlds.

The Wizard Civilization courted disaster by exploring this forbidden truth, resulting in catastrophes after prophets and magicians who came into contact with the knowledge were brutally erased, nearly wiping the civilization from the annals of history,

leaving only fragmented hints and broken legends.

Yet David, his very existence was a preordained setup, a part of the will left by the gods.

He was destined to be the "Purification Tool," tearing through decay and erosion with his flesh and conviction to accomplish the grand task of eternal order reshaping.

This was both an honor and a curse.

Consciousness fragments overwhelmed him, crashing against the shores of his mind like a tidal wave, making his scalp tingle, his breath quicken.

Amidst the scenes, glimpses of those destructive experiments appeared: ancient god embryos struggling fiercely, mechanical giant beasts roaring into fission, the roaring and clashing star-ring gears, and countless ancestral knights fighting bravely, their gazes piercing, yet ultimately unable to stop the tide of destiny, tears of helplessness sliding down their cheeks...

David spread his arms wide, the flames at the tip of his halberd burning brightly, transforming the storm in his heart into unwavering resolve.

He closed his eyes and murmured deeply, "Even though fate binds me in chains, I will build an immortal defense with my flesh, not allowing the dark to devour the last light of this world."

In the space, a silver rune chain suddenly shimmered and twisted, writhing around the halberd like living flesh.

This rune energy suppressed and organized the chaotic information within his consciousness, enabling David to discern more clearly the truth behind those complex messages while unleashing the most primal and pure source of belief hidden within him.

Hill and Liliana quickly noticed their commander’s anomaly, hastily approaching and supporting the exhausted yet still upright holder of the halberd.

"Master, do you need to rest?" Hill’s voice contained care, but even more a determination not to slacken in the forthcoming decisive battle.

Liliana’s gaze was gentle yet firm, "Commander, these messages may be heavy, but they are also the key to defeating the root of decay.

You must persevere; we need you to lead us."

David nodded in response, "I cannot fall, and I will not fall." Then he looked up to the skies, where the vast stars seemed to resonate with him, shining a sharp purple-gold light.

"Yog-Sothoth... your voice is both a curse and an enlightenment. I will use my will to transform this terror into protection!"

Outside, the silver-white pure energy continued to pour into the Chaos Furnace, with each infusion taking away more fallen shadows, turning the world into a holy dawn.

However, that boney finger-like projection lingered like a ghostly wraith, constantly disrupting the spatial order, making the battlefield full of unpredictable dangers, highlighting the ever more heavy and challenging responsibilities of the guardians at this moment.

In an ancient forging hall behind the spiritual network center, a large number of prayers gradually joined the spiritual resonance trajectory, praying for heavenly blessings and yearning to contribute their final brilliance to save the multiple realms.

No matter the race, no matter the status, each silhouette bore an inexpressibly devout expression, silently narrating the tragic and tortuous struggle of all beings against fate, yet never having lost sight of the dawn of hope!

David stood firm at the core of the purification array, clad in crimson-golden battle armor, the battle robe torn by the void storm, yet still standing like a rock.

The purple irises slightly squinted, the veins on his forehead throbbed, the resoluteness on his face mixed with an imperceptible hint of pain.

The Yog-Sothoth consciousness fragment that surged like a tidal wave in his mind was gradually calming, but what followed was an even more eerie and profound ripple.

The voice whispered deep within his soul, like ancient chains slowly entwining, suppressing and binding his will and fate inch by inch.

"David..." The voice was distant yet soul-stirring, "I am the Anchor of the World... linking the fate of one thousand three hundred and eighty-two planes... This anchor is both a seal and a cage."

The air trembled slightly, and circles of silver-blue runes burst from David’s body, like icy blades piercing through the skin into the bone marrow.

The golden halberd in his hand also shimmered with streams of uncanny brilliance, a newfound spirituality forged in resonance with divine format awareness unseen before.

"This anchor is welded to your soul with my Ancient God consciousness." Yog-Sothoth’s words carried an undeniable authority, "If the seal is lifted, I will be reborn into the world through you;

if forever sealed, you will bear the fate of a prisoner, locking civilization eternally in a dark prison."

These words fell heavily upon David’s heart like a Soul-devouring Curse.

He took a deep breath, raising his palm to feel the invisible pressure exerted by the invisible chains on the divine energy within his body, a strange pain and oppression that nearly overwhelmed him.

Liliana stood beside him, her expression grave, her silver-blue pupils flickering with a complex light.

She gripped the magic staff tightly, continuously casting detection runes, a line of data and spells seemingly capturing the abnormal fluctuations from the void.

"Commander, this power is extremely dangerous, not just a remnant will of the Ancient God, but more like a self-destruct program planted within you."

Her voice was low yet exceptionally firm, "If the secret code activates, whether initiated or forced, the Chaos Core would instantly annihilate.

This means the entire purification ritual would fail completely, plunging multiversal life into an even greater catastrophe!"