Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1358: Chapter 634: Code of Purification_2

"This is just the beginning. To safeguard the new era, every dawn after we must be ready to draw our swords and face the enemy once again."

Cynthia walked to her side, their eyes meeting, filled with tacit agreement and determination.

"As long as our beliefs do not perish, no darkness can devour our future." She murmured in response, "Even if scarred all over, never will we retreat a single step."

Outside the window, winter snow blankets the earth, a layer of silvery white serenity enveloping the entire royal capital, yet indoors, a more intense, complex, and tense emotion burns.

David stands in the center of the hall, clad in a faded yet dignified crimson-gold battle armor, his gaze deep as the stars, scanning the representatives of many races.

He slowly opens his mouth: "We have crossed many hurdles, but the future is still filled with challenges.

Therefore, we must establish a brand-new set of magic technology ethical regulations to standardize the rapidly developing fusion of arcane and mechanical technology."

Reina stands beside David, her expression calm but deep thinking locked between her brows.

"This ’Magic Technology Ethical Code’ will cover many aspects: prohibiting the misuse of soul furnaces for cruel experiments, clearly limiting the production of divine creations, to prevent the repetition of past acts which desecrate life and the natural order."

Her words are clear and firm, like the morning bell and evening drum, striking at everyone’s heart.

Cynthia is dressed in silver-blue battle armor, her arms crossed over her chest, those sharp eyes like a hawk reveal an indisputable majesty: "This is to protect the earth we live on and all living beings, and to ensure that free will is not trampled by self-interest and ambition.

Any act beyond bounds will surely be judged."

The council members exchanged glances, some nodding in agreement, some with furrowed brows, but none dared to dissent.

On this land that has experienced countless transformations and pains, every voice carries weight, every decision concerns the survival of future generations.

However, just when the new code was about to be completed, a rush of footsteps sounded, and a messenger hurriedly entered.

He reported breathlessly: "Commander, everyone! The remnants of the Eternal Night Council are inciting rebellion under the name of ’Free Arcane’, and their forces are gathering outside the royal capital, having already seized some defense outposts!"

The hall instantly erupted into a commotion, people’s expressions changed abruptly.

In this new era that is gradually stepping into order, the term ’Free Arcane’ is like a venomous snake emerging from the dark abyss, tightening everyone’s blood.

Hill immediately stepped forward, his face carved by wind and frost appearing even more determined and stern.

"They attempt to burn chaos power as a blazing flame at will, not knowing it is such unrestrained, will lead us to the brink of destruction."

He grips the hilt of the bloodstained longsword tightly, the icy blue light now appears particularly sharp.

"I will lead the wizard cavalry to the frontlines to suppress the rebellion!"

Cynthia hesitated not for a moment, she straightened her body, "The beastification corps is ready to set out, we swear to defend the peace of our homeland."

Her gaze is firm, she raises the beast tooth scepter high, the war robe flutters in the wind, like welcoming the war horn, exciting.

Many representatives stand in solemn respect, knowing that this is not just a duel of force, but a great baptism of faith, ideals, and destiny.

And those remnant forces seek a twisted and dangerous ’freedom,’ refusing checks and balances, indulging themselves, burning the rules of heaven and earth solely for personal desire.

Cynthia leads the beastification corps charging into battle, they tumble in from outside the city gates, sweeping the rebel camp like a gale and rainstorm.

The roar of beasts shakes the sky, the clash of blades against armor is heard incessantly, each charge dispels a patch of dark shadow.

Her eyes are cold and sharp, yet mixed with the sadness and anger of her former comrades’ fall.

After a fierce confrontation, they seize a heavy ancient scroll exuding a dark aura, the ’Dark Covenant Book’ left by the Pope.

The pages are yellowed, engraved with blood-red runes, pressing heavily on people’s hearts like a demon’s contract.

David personally takes the scroll, holding it before his chest, examining it carefully.

This is not just a historical legacy, but more like a warning bell ringing deep within the dormant soul of the future.

He says deeply: "This is where all the ’forbidden’ powers that were sealed and banned once lay, threats we must thoroughly eradicate and perpetually remain vigilant against."

Reina nods to supplement, "The ’Magic Technology Ethical Code’ is precisely the response to all these fallen sins, we must use this institutional chain to bind all presumptuous and wanton individuals, guiding civilization toward reason and light."

In the center of a humble small town, a scholar dressed in a simple gray-blue robe and carrying a simple backpack slowly walks through the alleyways.

His gaze is deep and tranquil, like a deep pool reflecting night starlight.

This person is David — but at this moment, he has transformed into "Victor," an unnamed wanderer seeking truth at the margins of the world.

Victor pauses in a dilapidated square, gazing at a gigantic magic net set around the outskirts of the small town.

This net, woven from rune light silk, was supposed to protect the town from external demon disturbances, yet in recent days has experienced frequent anomalies, causing network breaks and energy disorders, and even triggered several small-scale spatial fissures.

He furrows his brows slightly, takes out a small ancient compass-shaped tool from his chest, an instrument of spatial stability modified with David’s formula’s principles.

The instrument projects a faint blue-silver glow, drawing a complex rune array in the air, its center precisely aimed at the anomalous energy wave point on the net.

"The source is nearby..." he whispers to himself, scanning the surroundings, missing no subtle irregularity.

Just as he was about to proceed towards the marked direction, a rush of footsteps broke the night’s silence.

An itinerant mage, shabby and gaunt but with bright eyes, came stumbling.

The mage’s wrist is tightly wrapped with an ancient rune cloth, bearing a small symbol of blood prison secret runes, emitting an eerie red light and intricately bizarre patterns.

The itinerant mage stops, breathless, before Victor: "Please... help me... I’m being hunted, they say I’ve brought disaster..."

Victor swiftly steps forward, steadying him, while inquiring with his eyes: "Who is hunting you? Why bring disaster?"

The wanderer trembles for a moment, before whispering, "The remnants of the Eternal Night Council, they don’t want the truth to leak — about Alia... Her broken soul is scattering..."

Before words fell, the surround suddenly echoes with the midnight bell tower’s chimes reverberating, intertwining with the rustling leaves in the wind to form an eerie melody.

Victor concentrates on capturing that subtle change, sensing that in the forest depths lying behind, the roots of the World Tree showing signs of scorched and corroded traces, as if an unseen yet life-corroding force was invading the lifeline of the roots.

"The World Tree... showing anomalies." He breathes out coolly, "This suggests ancient god’s legacy power or chaos dormant again starting to covet worldly order."

The wizard’s eyes redden, "Alia once was the spirit guarding life, but she was imprisoned with her soul shattered, now the scattered remnant soul will trigger more calamities."

The wind blows through the tree branches carrying the fallen leaves, burning like faint flames in the moonshine.

Outside Carlos City, soft fog rolls, layers of haze obscure the previously clear earth texture, also blurring the uncertain boundary of possibly facing dark erosion in the future.

"We must first stabilize here," David leans on a scepter standing firm, his gaze steadfast, "Repair the magic net core, and trace the source where Alia’s remnant soul is dispersing."

The itinerant mage nods accepting the mission, "I wish to accompany you, using blood prison secret runes to help resist dark erosion."

The silhouettes of the two merge into the drawing intertwined with moonlight and forest shadows, they set firm steps toward the depths of the Black Forest, each step crushing leaves and cold dew, engraving mortal will into this earth baptized by destiny’s trials!