Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1349: Chapter 630: Secret Box Decision

The magic staff lightly tapped the ground, a complex sequence of forbidden spells was activated.

Her eyes flickered with a mixture of determination and reluctance.

"We must find a method of balance, allowing the decomposed divine energy to be safely absorbed, rather than explosively erupting. This requires unprecedented technology and collaboration."

Hill stepped forward, his voice resounding: "Members of the Witch Rider Corps must immediately double their training, enhance spiritual defense, and simultaneously reinforce elite guards at the core positions, to win time for the commander!"

The representatives nodded one after another, some clenched their fists, some bit their lips until they bled, but everyone’s eyes were alight with resolve and hope.

Even if the future is filled with uncertainty and darkness, they will swear to protect the remaining homeland to the death!

Inside the room, a colossal arcane model slowly rotated, hundreds of energy cables connected to the central crystal core, exactly where the Blood Demon’s core was located.

Technicians busily shuttled between the instruments, conducting real-time monitoring and adjustments on various data to prevent any anomalies from occurring.

At this moment, the murals around the hall suddenly transformed into a complex network of runes, seemingly chaotic, yet containing ancient wisdom codes.

These patterns intertwined like life veins, concealing the Forbidden Secrets preserved by the Wizard Civilization for millennia, which might contain the method to oppose the remnants of Sotos and break the dark plan of the Eternal Night Council.

Liliana stared at the runes, chaotic yet radiant like a star map. "We are running out of time, every minute and second is part of the resistance against demon erosion."

"I will personally lead the top mages to continue researching the ’Desecration Solution’, while coordinating the full support of sages from all races!"

Hill brandished his longsword, an aura erupted like a flame: "All warriors, prepare!

The road ahead may be fraught with difficulties and dangers, but as long as we work as one, there is no mountain too high to climb!"

The air seemed to tremble with their oath, everyone stood solemnly; at this moment, they fought not only for survival, but for free will and dignity!

Suddenly, a mysterious and melodious chant echoed from the depths of the hall, clear as a silver bell, yet seemingly containing secrets eternal.

The sound guided the surrounding barrier resonance, filling the once dead and cold hall with vibrant arcane aura.

A group of hidden priests initiated ancient rituals one after another, laying spiritual shields and space barriers for the impending "Desecration Action."

Meanwhile, outside the Holy Hall, clouds gathered thickly, the gale roared furiously, the earth seemingly whispered in mourning.

Elite Witch Riders stealthily infiltrated the outer dense forest, clad in precise armor, their steps steady, every move containing killing intent and decision.

Under the cover of darkness, these resolute believers embarked on a perilous journey, just to seize the advantage!

Above the ruins, countless star fragments drifted and rotated, their faint glimmer like doomsday torches, flickering in the cold wind.

But beneath those lights, people held onto hope, facing destruction without yielding!

"This path is destined to be littered with thorns," Hill murmured, wiping sweat from his forehead, "but as long as belief remains unextinguished, we will eventually greet the dawn of light."

David stood at the edge of the dark and intersecting crevice, surrounded by twisted, deformed layers of time fragments and fallen stars.

It was ten minutes before the destruction of the Wizard Civilization, a moment about to be swallowed by the dust of history, yet full of endless secrets and desperate struggles.

He was clad in crimson-gold battle armor, the echoes of warfire not completely extinguished, his gaze deep as starlight, keenly observing every subtle fluctuation within the temporal rift.

In his hand tightly gripped the Divine Artifact named "Elf Star Gnomon," crafted by ancient elf craftsmen, its intricate engravings reflecting a cold, blue light, complementing the temporal ripples glimmering nearby.

"Let’s go!" David whispered, gathering his mental will into the Gnomon’s core, a swirl of arcane runes spread like vines clinging to the walls of time and space.

In an instant, a dazzling beam of light sliced through the void, enveloping him in a ripple-like, ever-expanding time stream.

He felt his body being pulled, compressed, then torn, his consciousness traversing and wandering among multiple timelines.

Fragments of information echoed in his ears, distant and intermittent, like ancient priestly chants: "... purification eve ... apocalypse descends ... civilization seed must be preserved ... the loop must be completed ..."

As the light gradually faded, he found himself standing in a fog-shrouded and eerily silent place: towering, cloud-reaching yet ruinous and mottled buildings stood before him, the last research institute of the Wizard Civilization, the most crucial core area in the last ten minutes before destruction.

The air was filled with a blend of scorching and decay, the ground covered with cracks and scorch marks, everything telling the tragic song of the impending catastrophe.

And not far away, a figure with white hair and a weary face but eyes bright and alive was kneeling in the center of a blood-colored rune array.

He was the Wizard Civilization’s Chief Scientist, once renowned throughout the cosmos, now struggling in desperation for survival, the great sage Kane.

Upon seeing David, he trembled slightly, but his eyes showed delight, "You... you’ve finally come... I have waited for a long time."

David stepped forward slowly, feeling the intense energy waves entwined around Kane, the unwillingness and despair of burning the last flame of wisdom at the end.

"Mr. Kane," his voice calm and warm, "I come from the future, to prevent the disaster from recurring, I must carry your legacy and safely deliver it back."