Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1199 - 555: Armor Fusion Devourer

Zelros drew his sword, pointing it toward the direction of the distant rift in the void, where the chaotic fluctuations were intensifying, and subtle ripples began to shake the barrier.

The wilderness outside the camp was covered with thick snow, occasionally pierced by a few wolf howls, making the night even more desolate.

Inside the tent, the firelight flickered, casting shadows of fatigued yet resolute faces.

David sat on a low stool made of meteoric iron, his eyes closed, sweat trickling down his temples.

The gray spot spreading on his left arm seemed alive, constantly writhing, a mutation curse brought by the fusion of hellfire and the Frost Wolf Bloodline.

The air was filled with a strange mixture of gunpowder and frost.

Amy and Reina stood silently by his side, their expressions complex, a mix of worry and belief that they could control everything.

"David..."

Amy’s voice was gentle yet firm, "If you allow the parasitic code and bloodline to continue corroding and spreading, you will not be able to bear the pain brought by deeper mutations.

We must be more proactive, or we will only be devoured."

Reina nodded, her eyes sharp as a blade scanning the data screen, "According to the latest analysis, we need to guide the hellfire into your body, refine it through molten lava, and merge it with icy cold flames to push your body’s limits, bringing your flesh and magic flames into balance."

David slowly opened his eyes, deep blue like the ocean, firm and resolute. He spoke softly, "I understand, this is not only a test of life and death but a rebirth through fire.

I am willing to endure all the pain, just to protect everyone behind me."

The first ray of morning light broke through the cracks in the tent, bathing the interior in a layer of golden warmth.

Outside, the snowfield reflected dazzling silver light, but the inside of the tent was filled with a solemn and tense atmosphere.

Zelros stood in the center, clad in battle armor and holding a longsword, but at this moment, the tip faced the ground.

He spoke in a deep voice, "We must initiate the ’Molten Body Ritual’—an ancient secret technique of the Star Pupil Race, resonating with our bloodline core by simultaneously stimulating with extreme heat and cold ice to strengthen the body against the influence of the parasitic code."

Amy presented a small bowl filled with molten essence liquid, the fluid emitting an orange-red glow, like the flames of the underworld dancing.

"David, are you ready?"

Her gaze was gentle, yet it could not hide some concern.

He nodded without hesitation, "Let’s begin."

The ritual site was located on a platform to the north of the camp, carved from obsidian and inlaid with several flowing energy crystal cores, emitting a faint bluish-purple glow in the morning light.

Surrounded by a rune array, these runes were inscribed with ancient magic language, interwoven with the new symbols Reina had specially drawn, providing powerful energy support for the impending refinement.

David removed his shirt, leaving only simple tight armor, exposing the gray-white corrosion spots on his left arm, writhing like a ghost in the darkness.

He stood at the center of the platform, took a deep breath, and placed his palm into a small furnace burning with interlaced blue-red flames—this was chaos flame extracted from the abyss of the Netherworld and the lava pool of the Star Pupil Race’s secret realm, known as "soul flame."

The searing heat pierced instantly through his skin to his bones and nerves, his facial muscles tensed sharply, gritting his teeth instinctively, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

But he endured the pain with all his might, drawing the scorching power into the depths of his body, reacting with the corroded area on his left arm.

At the same time, the surrounding barrier activated, a layer of pale blue frost slowly rose, enveloping him from toes to shoulders like an invisible hand, miraculously stabilizing the roaring flames, allowing the contrasting powers to swirl and collide within his body.

Time seemed to stop, the entire platform enveloped in mysterious ancient energy ripples, the air trembling, and even the distant falling snowflakes appeared frozen, yet David’s muscles tightened, veins bulging on his forehead, fully focused on enduring this fiery-ice baptism. Suddenly, his skin began to change—from initial gray-white scars to a bizarre texture, gradually transforming into a hard, semi-transparent bone armor.

This bone armor emitted a dark, chilling white light, with faint visible flowing runes inscribed upon it, like the power of ancient stars condensed within, a manifestation of the power sediment in his bloodline.

The pain erupted like a blade tearing through every nerve; each breath felt like a thousand needles piercing his lungs.

But he gritted his teeth and withstood the torment, refusing to succumb to this tearing agony, knowing that enduring meant the armor would be the only passage to rebirth, the last barrier to protect his people!

In the tent, Amy clasped her hands, chanting an ancient spell, a resolute determination flashing between her brows, "By the power of heaven and earth’s vastness, guide the wheel of fate!"

Reina closely monitored the changes in various data, continuously adjusting the array’s structural parameters to support the master’s refining process to the greatest extent.

"Patience, hold on a little longer!"

Zelros stood vigil at the entrance with his sword drawn, watching the distant turbulent void rift, constantly on alert for any sudden enemy attacks.

"Time is the key—we must race against every second!"

Hours passed, finally, when the first dawn shone upon the platform, accompanied by a deafening sound echoing through the heavens and earth!

David took a deep breath of the cold air, the semi-transparent bone armor that had surfaced across his body finally fully formed and stabilized.