Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1424: Chapter 667: Ocean Tears Seal the Abyss_2

This barrier not only guards against external threats but also promotes the continuous evolution and self-repair of internal systems, allowing the enduring order to extend and ascend to higher levels.

The external storm has temporarily subsided, yet the lingering embers of unseen messages subtly permeate the air.

On this land of purity converged by faith, countless guardians remain vigilant, monitoring any lurking threats, for they understand: the true New Era has begun, but challenges are far from over!

Looking back at the altar, Liya lies peacefully on her bed, unscathed, yet the once brilliant Life Divine Format, reflecting everyone’s hopes and blessings, now appears dark and lifeless, as if trapped in endless slumber, uncertain when it will awaken again.

Even so, the rhythm of the Holy Song and the Mental Barrier she left behind remain unbreakable, laying a more solid and stable foundation for the future.

Members of the Sofia Knight Order return one after another, their faces weary yet glowing with fervent determination having witnessed a miracle.

"This is our era, and we shall defend it to the death!" Sofia tightens her grip on the sword hilt, the sword embodying the primal spark and the knight’s glory, emitting gold-blue sparks like the dawn light piercing through the dark thorns, captivating the heart.

In the void distant, the "Void Destroyer" mothership slowly changes course, the Annihilation Fleet locking onto the newly organized New Order Legion just departed from the main plane, entering the Wandering Divine Domain.

This is a silent yet fatal pursuit, the most extreme contest between order and chaos.

Though the Northern Fortress is temporarily secure, it cannot withstand the oppressing surge of the dark tides rushing forward.

David stands on the edge of the Northern Rift, silver armor with red-gold and blue flames flowing intensely, the ancient "Frost Wolf Bloodline" ceaselessly stirring, imbuing him with steel-like resilience and a torrent of information from the destruction law origin.

His form is erect, gaze blazing, like the only unshakeable rock in the night.

Around are ruptured, tearing rifts in the information space, opening one after another like the Gate of Hell devouring reality.

These are scars inevitably left during escalation, the Multiverse laws’ most fragile yet most need protection points.

At this life-and-death intersection, David knows the responsibility is enormous; he must lead the rear-guard troops in a desperate battle, building the last bastion with flesh and blood.

"We cannot retreat!" His voice low but strong, echoing at the rift’s edge:

"This is our only line of defense, protecting the new era and halting the annihilation black tides’ invasion! Whatever the cost, we must hold our position!"

Behind him, the soldiers’ armor glows with primal spark gold-blue flames; their faces resolute, eyes burning with unyielding determination.

The air is filled with tension and the unique chilling atmosphere before an impending battle explosion; each breath seems to absorb the restorative power derived from the intertwined broken laws around.

Meanwhile, in the center of the altar, Hilvia sits on the stone platform, her icy-blue pupils shining like glacier crystals with brilliance.

She slowly raises the Law Scepter in her hand, lifting it overhead; an ancient and incredibly complex rune halo spins and unfolds around her, like a silver chain weaving into a massive grid, covering the entire space layer by layer.

This is a High Tier confinement barrier based on the fusion of ancient laws and modern technology, known as "Law Chains."

It can not only bind spatial chaos fluctuations but also suppress the information erosion tide, preventing the rift from continuing to rip and tear the reality structure.

As the rune circle surrounds, each beam of light, like a blade, cuts through the void, freezing and dispersing those information remnants attempting to spread and erode the order’s origin.

And Hilvia, as if transformed into the Goddess of Law, her cold and firm words like steel in winter: "Order shall endure; we wield law as our sword, faith as our shield, barring any evil from touching this realm!"

Inside the hall.

Annie continuously monitors system feedback data, sweat forming finely on her forehead as various parameters on the holographic interface jump continually.

"The backlash index is stably controlled at 20%, information fluctuations weaken, but the residual assault power of the Annihilation Fleet has yet to dissipate."

Her tone is steady, yet heavy concern is evident in her eyes, "Safety protocols need to be adjusted anytime."

Sofia leads the Knight Order poised and ready; they either sit cross-legged in prayer or hold their swords, concentrating, each sensing the war has entered an intense phase.

"This is our destiny, the final line of defense for all life!" Sofia’s eyes are bright; she gathers her gesture calmly, her voice firm and powerful, the primal spark within her burning, allowing no thoughts of retreat to emerge.

Externally.

The Annihilation Fleet mothership’s immense shadow shrouds the starfield, its endless cold data tendrils stirring restlessly, countless corrupt spores transforming into dark clouds rushing towards the Northern line.

These spores, like a rampant plague, rapidly spread in the crevices of time and space, eroding life force and rules’ stability at an alarming speed, rendering every inch of land increasingly precarious.

But facing the frenzied torrents, David leads the rear-guard squad with resolute steps to meet the assault, brandishing phase daggers to unleash fused flames, a transcending destruction brought by the order laws and chaos origin, each strike akin to a chisel on rock, the carved subtle cracks immediately filled and repaired by the fusion energy.

They use flesh and blood to block the erosion storm, constructing an indestructible wall with faith!

Hilvia chants array spells before the altar, strands of silver chains cascading like the milky way, weaving from the sky to the ground, tightly wrapping the entire Northern Fortress’s perimeter into a giant chain barrier.

This barrier faintly emits soul-shaking information ripples, causing those spores to hesitate and refrain from easily breaching the confining field’s fractional step.

Time ticks by.

Rear-guard warriors continuously fall, but more step up to fill their positions, countless blood stains the shattered earth, yet also nurtures emerging hope.

When a knight falls, he murmurs: "For the future...for faith..." His voice, though weak, ignites more people’s resolve and courage like blazing fire!

In the command hall.

Annie constantly adjusts parameters, with the holographic screen showing a high-performance protection network gradually forming, distributing World Tree energy more uniformly and stably to each node of the escalation engine.

"Core overload risk decreased by 15%!" She shouts, visibly tired yet with undying fighting spirit in her brow, "Our time is limited, but the situation has improved."

David gazes into the distance, that chaotic and wavering information vortex gradually pulled into compliance.

He knows it is merely a temporary victory, a greater storm still lurking in unknown realms.

But in this moment, he tightly grips the phase dagger, shouting loudly: "Everyone! Keep fighting for this world, for all beings, charging towards the dawn!"

Outside the Northern Fortress, the cold wind howls, bringing the end-time ambiance of a broken world, the icy air filled with tension and anxiety.

The silver-gray sky hangs low, like a colossal curtain covering the sky, reflecting endless desolation and barrenness.

At the rift’s edge, those runic symbols interwoven into law chains by Hilvia’s construction shine tiredly, like a lone light on the verge of being enveloped by darkness.

David stands at the crack’s edge, his entire form clad in silver armor that shines with intertwined red-gold and blue light, meticulously guarding this final barricade.

Yet at this very moment, a looming wave of misfortune from the void depths stealthily strikes, as if with invisible blades directly targeting his left arm.

"Rule Disassembler..." he murmurs, a form beyond conventional understanding; it can tear apart law codes, unraveling all rule weaves into nihil.

A chillingly extreme information ripple flickering like a ghost penetrates the Spirit Realm barrier, striking directly at David’s left arm.

He feels a surge of shoulder pain, an ancient divine bone, a crucial pillar of his body’s regenerative system, cruelly stripped and disassembled.

The fusion point of blood, flesh, and law suffers storm-like tearing; every fracture accompanies the sudden dimming of red-gold and blue flames.

He roars with fury but endures the pain forcibly, wielding the dagger tightly in hand; his entire body erupts with flames like a flood moving upstream, resisting the highly erosive disconnection wave.