Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1343: Chapter 627: The Divine Lord’s Slumber

Hill stood not far away, his forehead covered in sweat, but his gaze as firm as steel.

"We absolutely cannot let this become a reality! Commander, no matter the cost, your will and this pure land must be protected!"

The air seemed to suddenly thicken with a decaying odor, which was swiftly cleansed by pure energy.

In the void’s fissures, warped glimmers continuously flickered, those corrupt tendrils had already dissipated completely, replaced by new barriers of gathered strength, forming a more solid and impenetrable defense line alongside the Witch Riders.

Yet, behind this brightness, sharper and more secret issues lurked like a beast in hiding.

The world anchor within David’s soul had long formed a thick shackle; every influx of purifying energy triggered hidden processes, and every mental wave brought disaster closer to its critical point.

"We must find a solution for breaking the code." Liliana declared firmly, stepping forward, she placed her magic staff onto the ground, using her unique mana to sketch out complex rune patterns.

"I will attempt to separate the coded influence on your core will using forbidden secret techniques, leaving only the protective core.

But this process is extremely dangerous, requiring time and the group’s seamless cooperation."

The atmosphere in the council chamber was heavy; every representative wore a face full of worry, some clenched their fists, others shed silent tears, and a few had eyes cold with decisive flames.

They understood this was not just a battle, but an ultimate test of faith, responsibility, and sacrifice!

"All Witch Rider Corps members heed the order!" Hill shouted commandingly, the entire army stood solemnly aligned.

Each individual’s blood burned fiercely within their chests, "We are protecting not just the territory before us, but the dignity of all life!

Even faced with endless darkness, we will never retreat!"

At the edge of space-time rifts, numerous shards of broken stars floated and turned, they seemed to be witnessing history’s final moments, as well as foreshadowing future unknown variables.

The runes on these fragments flickered on and off, their power seemed influenced by the world anchor, becoming unusually active and unpredictable.

In the distant sky, suddenly a dazzling purple-gold light beam erupted, shooting straight into the clouds; it was the aftershock from David’s full resistance against the chains’ constraints.

This force pierced through layers of space barriers, raising the faith ceremony to new heights, and intimidating the restless forces of chaos.

It made them temporarily silent and hiding, yet warned the people that the danger had not been completely resolved!

The crystal veins on the earth no longer shimmered with twisted and eerie glows; those once sharp as blades, born of decayed energy, obsidian veins slowly degraded into ordinary amethyst mineral.

The air was filled with a long-lost fresh scent, a new fragrance mixing mineral aroma and earth’s fragrance quietly stained the ruins’ remnants.

Witch Riders gripped their weapons at the battlefield’s edge, their bodies clad in flaming battle armor, but now carried an indescribable exhaustion and release.

Traces of sweat and dust interwoven on their faces, yet it outlined unparalleled determination and glory.

They witnessed the end of this catastrophe and glimpsed the faint yet undeniable light of rebirth after destruction.

Hill stood at the forefront of the array, tightly holding the bloodstained longsword, its tip lightly touched the ground, his face solemn.

He gazed into the distance, where the land once corrupted to the limit now revealed peace and serenity.

But he knew hidden behind this peace were irreversible sacrifices, a third of the Divine Kingdom’s territory was lost forever.

"The Demon Tide... has finally subsided." Hill muttered, his voice carried irrepressible excitement mixed with deep sadness, "But the cost... was too great."

David now stood at the center of the Purification Array, draped in crimson gold battle armor, his entire being still ablaze with holy fire, yet his visage had become more pale and heavy compared to before.

His forehead was covered in fine cracks, spreading like a web to his neck and arms, shining with a cold gleam under the starlight.

His eyes were slightly closed, breathing heavy, each inhalation seemingly brought intense pain, tightening the hearts of onlookers.

Liliana knelt beside David, her hands gently touched the great authority halberd, enveloping its surface with a gentle bluish light to replenish the exhausted energies of the commander.

Her brows and eyes gathered complex emotions, one side was an admiring reluctance for this leader who fought tirelessly to protect all beings, and the other was filled with anxiety for the impending doom.

"Commander..." she called softly, yet dared not disturb rashly, could only silently pray the Divine Format could withstand the aftermath of this extreme test.

As the Demon Tide gradually scattered, the demonized creatures on the earth started to fall into an unusual halt.

Those once rampant destroyers, mutated and deformed monsters instantly petrified into cold hard rock, frozen like sculptures in the moment of their final struggle.

This change was not natural, but stemmed from the pure force’s ultimate verdict on their life’s essence: completely sealing their soul’s source, leaving evil spirits no place to dwell, powerless to plague the world.

The Witch Rider Corps members looked around, they saw signs of life within the ruins slowly recovering, small plant roots pierced through cracks in the rocks to spread green.

In places not yet completely rotted away, small animals’ wings fluttered, and one by one, reborn little birds soared, drawing tired yet contented smiles from the people.

However, joy was almost suppressed by reality—the decline in the Divine Kingdom’s territory was immense, the vast land cut away had already become completely isolated from the remaining region, left like a severed limb at the edge of the void.

This lost area, long trapped in decaying darkness, had its ecosystem entirely collapsed, not only unable to recover, but became a place shunned and feared by all realms, known as the "Desert of Forgotten".