Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1352: Chapter 631: New Era of Apotheosis (2)

Liliana pointed her magic staff towards the central console, beginning to activate the anchor sealing procedure.

Complex runes flowed from her fingertips like silver streams, tracing elegant arcs in the air.

These runes gradually wove together into a massive energy net, firmly binding the divine fragment within the anchor of the world, preventing it from activating any hidden chaos power.

Yet as the procedure activated, the taboo forces within the embers seemed to sense the threat, sending frequent ripples that stirred eerie waves throughout the underground hall.

The forbidden patterns on the murals flickered like dark giant beasts roaring, invisibly pressing against every guardian’s mental defenses.

Hill tightly gripped his longsword, his muscles taut like strings.

He looked at David, whose figure, despite being eroded by time, remained indomitable, and said in a deep voice, "Commander, no matter how perilous the path ahead, we will follow you through the thorns!"

The representatives’ faces were filled with fierce determination, yet tinged with subtle anxiety.

Some furrowed their brows, some bit their lips tearfully, and others silently gazed towards the distant horizon where dark clouds gathered, uncertain of what the future would bring.

But at this moment, they united into an unshakeable force, fighting alongside David for the final hope of this broken world!

With the completion of the final sealing rune, the binding network on the holographic diagram gradually stabilized, countless flickering chains encircling the base center, securely imprisoning all soul fragments within.

A myriad of data streams converged, weaving a vast net the cosmos could not tear apart, thoroughly suppressing the chaos consciousness!

However, at this very moment, a deep, icy aura surged from the depths of the secret box, sweeping through every corner of the hall like an unparalleled demon tide.

This aura seemed to swallow all life wills between heaven and earth, making it hard to breathe, yet David resisted it with the holy flame shield he mustered from his remaining strength.

With difficulty, he closed his eyes, feeling the changes within, "This is the final blow, the last frenzied counterattack of Sotos’s remains against free will!"

Outside, the storm raged, the earth trembled incessantly.

A chill wind passed through the cracks of broken stone pillars, stirring up dust, as if time itself began to collapse and twist.

In the dark textures projected by the damaged murals, an ancient prophecy slowly emerged: though the mortal epoch has begun, the darkest hour has just commenced...

Below the lotus-shaped totem, the blood demon crystal core that had been sealed for years quietly floated, its red pulses echoing with arcane vibrations, continuously probing the barrier’s weak spots;

But it was tightly wrapped by a grid of prohibition built from the lives of Wizard Civilization’s top mages, ensuring no possibility of leakage.

Hill walked up to David, his gaze fiery, "We may have lost our divine power of the past, but we have won dignity and a future."

"Indeed," the commander with a sword at his side slightly opened his lips, "True strength is not about controlling destruction, but persevering in adversity, igniting hope with a mortal’s fervor."

Liliana softly chanted the ancient purification spell, her fingers passing through ethereal blue flames, each syllable carrying healing and suppressive powers, injecting stabilizing factors into the ever-changing and precarious elements.

"May our sacrifice bring true peace," she murmured, "May freedom of will forever persist in the heavens and earth!"

The people inside the hall stood solemnly around the new anchor base, holding their holy swords, magic staffs, or shields, silently fixing their gazes on the gradually calming large arcane device.

In the depths of their hearts, there was a clear understanding: this scene was not only a declaration of victory but a sacrificial ceremony, an essential step for paving the future road for the descendants!

The magic elements on the main plane once experienced a brief yet intense turmoil, like giant waves surging in a storm, but as time slowly passed, these chaotic elements began to return to order.

Across the earth emerged new natural rhythms, with wind breath, flames, water flow, and the power of earth reweaving into a stable and vibrant cyclical system.

The runes and arrays left behind by Wizard Civilization were also repaired and strengthened in this cycle of elemental rebirth, paving a straightforward and enduring development path for the mortal world.

David stood at the top of the World Tree, the towering tree connecting many realms, now exuding a glow as pure as jade.

His gaze fixed on the cosmos’s depths, where endless stars unfolded like an immense painting, and the final spiritual light projected by the "Elf Star Gnomon" in his hand became increasingly radiant.

"The divine shackles have broken..." he murmured to himself, his voice carrying a trace of relief and an unmistakable solemnity.

"This signifies...the mortal-led epoch has officially begun."

The shackles once restrained the authority of the gods, connecting ancient power with current world order;

Their breaking marked the forced retreat of transcendent existences, while the truly mortal era embarked on a new journey.

The nearby breeze brushed against his robe and cloak, gently lifting strands of hair.

David deeply inhaled, embedding the weighty sense of responsibility into his chest.

He sensed countless ordinary lives awakening at this moment, they may lack prominent magic power or noticeable talent, but they possess irreplaceable human will and free spirit, essential foundations of the new epoch.

The runes on the Elf Star Gnomon accelerated their rotation, a dark blue trajectory dancing in the air, as if weaving the network of future destiny.

However, it also released a final warning: the seventy-fourth layer seal of the abyss showed faint signs of loosening, requiring long-term oversight from a vast mortal alliance, or its hidden darkness could disrupt multiverse order, triggering new calamities.

Liliana knelt at the base of the World Tree, her hands together in prayer, her eyes bright and clear yet unable to hide her inner tension.

"Commander, we must form an unprecedentedly large alliance, with elite members of all races joined together to safeguard this crucial seal, or else...

Even the most resilient will cannot resist the ever more active darkness."

Hill stood by her side, gripping his longsword, lightly touching its tip to the earth.

"We must build a solid wall with our flesh and blood, forge an unbreakable defense line with our conviction.

This guardianship responsibility will be shouldered by all those willing to sacrifice for their homeland!"

Representatives from various world tribes gathered, faces stern yet unwavering, there were rugged warriors from dwarves and beastmen, seasoned mages from high elves and dragon descendants, and representatives from small local militias silently guarding the borders.

They all pledged the "Abyss Seventy-fourth Layer Regulatory Covenant," an unprecedentedly significant agreement in cross-border cooperation history, a vital foundation for the safety of future millennia.

Meanwhile, new watchtowers, altars, and defense arrays were rapidly constructed across the continent to strengthen the monitoring of lurking threats in the abyss border space rifts.

Ancient secret techniques were rediscovered and integrated with modern arcane technology, providing stronger safeguards for the binding contracts;

Every sentry, every priest, carried the initial hopes of David and his companions, defending freedom and peace with their lives!

Distant skies began to clear, a streak of dawn slicing through the clouds, spilling gold across the earth.

From ruin to rebirth, from despair to hope, it was a new Chapter, profound yet serene.

David climbed up high, viewing the new world awakening under the light of morning: birds chirped crisply and pleasantly in the forest, the sea waves rolled with silver-white flowers, fresh green vines sprouted on the ruins of high towers, every corner teemed with vitality.

And the war-torn, battered earth quietly healed with each seasonal change, leaving limitless possibilities for the future!

He whispered, "Though the gods of yore have returned to sleep, they left teachings: true strength is not in eternity, but in embracing change, unafraid of sacrifice, and united human spirit."

Liliana approached slowly, her gaze on the sky, "We must remember that era and wholeheartedly protect this land, allowing every life to have dignity and freedom."