Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1244 - 577: Illusion Battlefield (Part 2)

At this moment, the earth seemed to breathe, threads of life spread out from beneath the soil, resonating with that ever-glowing green core...

"This is... a gift from destiny—a call to awaken lost memories and eternal guardianship!" Liliana sighed softly, the weariness on her face seemed to ease, but more than that, there was an unprecedented firm belief in the unknown future!

On the battlefield, the smoke had not dispersed, the blood-red afterglow reflected on the ground’s mottled scars, and the air was filled with the scent of decay and scorching.

David focused intently on the silver-white floating Star Gnomon, its vast and mysterious power seemed to be desperately resisting the encroaching darkness around it.

However, he noticed that those dark-aura shrouded ancient Elf Fallen were not merely launching indiscriminate attacks; the dark aura emanating from them seemed to possess a deeper, deadly and bizarre power—

It was a kind of fallen whisper that could erode the soul, distort space, and penetrate deep into one’s will.

David’s eyes sharply locked onto a high-tier Mage wearing a luxurious magic robe, a cloak bearing the symbolic elf race runes on his back.

This person was swiftly moving through the Guardian lineup, trying to approach the core of the Star Gnomon to execute some complex defense procedure.

His hands circled around the magic staff, whispering spells, and rays of rune light scattered from his fingertips, weaving a splendid shield around the space.

However, in the moment he focused on spellcasting, a wisp of subtle dark mist hidden in the shadow of the dust silently wound around his wrist like a snake.

The black mist, like the whispers of a demon from a dark abyss, slowly injected the ancient corrupt power into his veins and mind.

The high-tier Mage’s expression changed drastically, from initial suspicion to painful distortion, as greed and madness intertwined an ominous glow in his eyes.

He suddenly let out a low roar, turning to pounce fiercely at a nearby young Guardian who had just been protected by the shield, his actions swift and vicious, as if possessed by a demon and losing his sanity.

"Kill—!" His voice became hoarse and icy, with every swing unleashing a cold, dead force, indiscriminately treating all the nearby Elf Guards as enemies.

In an instant, the Guardians who were supposed to be united and sworn to protect the Star Gnomon line fell into chaos and panic, they hesitated in the face of their former comrades, but their strong belief had not completely collapsed, some still tried their best to evade and attempted to awaken the remaining sanity in their corrupted companions.

"Quick... control him! Don’t let him get near the core!" a silver-haired Female Warrior shouted, swinging her longsword, drawing a cold light through the chaotic flames straight towards the neck of the fallen high-tier Mage.

But the opponent’s reaction was astonishing, using twisted energy to construct a bizarre barrier to repel the attack, that shadowy figure chuckled softly, bringing forth a chilling unease: "You ignorant mortals, you are unworthy to touch the truth!"

The air seemed tainted by this phrase with a layer of gloomy coldness, the invisible pressure made the hearts of all living beings present tremble.

The once so firm movements of life of the earth seemed to weaken gradually under this evil pulse, faint painful moans could be heard from the roots below, as if the very source of life was torn apart and the pain was unbearable.

David frowned, clearly sensing that this erosion was not a mere physical attack but spreading infection from the mental level across the entire battle zone, causing internal cracks among the Guardians, with the Star Gnomon becoming the pivotal focus of control for both sides.

Once the defense procedure is destroyed, not only will the divine artifact itself fall out of control, but it may also trigger a temporal chaos even capable of destroying the entire World Tree’s projection core!

"This evil... rooted in the sources of fear and despair, is the deepest betrayal of life’s rhythm." David murmured softly, his gaze sweeping over the scene, seeing more infected individuals become listless and their movements stiff, pausing at times, suddenly exploding into dreadful howls, targeting their friends nearby as enemies.

This indiscriminate destruction is rapidly expanding, unchecked will lead to the collapse of the entire defensive line!

Liliana gripped his arm tightly, her breathing rapid but her eyes resolute, "This is... the Fallen Whisper, they not only corrupt the flesh but also seek to seize our will and faith! If we can’t stop this spread, we’ll internally collapse."

"We must find the infection’s source and cut it off." David responded in a low voice, while his mind quickly worked on finding an unraveling solution.

He closed his eyes, concentrating on feeling the flow of life runes around, capturing clues from the faint yet exceptionally complex ripples of information—

At this moment, the high-tier Mage, now completely turned into a dark puppet, suddenly stopped his steps, his eyes glowing with a strange green flame, staring at the center of the floating Star Gnomon like a lost soul in an abyss of endless desire.

Then, he slowly raised his hands, invoking the remaining forbidden elements within him, resonating fiercely with the Star Gnomon.

A blinding green light burst forth instantly, tearing space open in a slender rift, countless vortexes of evil energy roared and surged, impacting the formation all around!

Several young elves immediately rushed forward to block the fierce impact, but the shockwave, carrying powerful twisted energy, sent them reeling and even caused them to become disoriented.

This internal and external crisis pushed the battle to unprecedented peril, highlighting even more the profound destiny borne by this relic artifact and the desperate yet noble mission of those who guard it.

David gritted his teeth, "We can’t let it be destroyed, we must gather the remaining power to form the last line of defense." He raised his hand to summon elemental energy, in tacit coordination with Liliana, they erected a solid life barrier, while releasing healing runes to soothe the wounded soldiers, allowing order to regain some stability.

But he knew, this was merely the last bastion before a brief respite, even more severe trials lie ahead...

The setting sun gradually fell, the sky dyed a blood-red hue, the battlefield’s smoke and dust resembling a thick curtain, slowly coming down.

The air still filled with the scent of scorching and decay, those scarred and broken weapons and blood-streaked land silently spoke of the war’s grimness and despair.

The Star Gnomon hovered in mid-air, its silver-white glow becoming exceptionally dazzling at this moment, the flickering runes seemed filled with restlessness.

The light it emitted was like a lonely yet tenacious beacon in the dark atmosphere, injecting a ray of life force into the Guardians on the verge of chaos and ruin.

However, this life force was gradually being consumed.

The tide formed by the fallen elves and the corrupted invaded the core of the Star Gnomon like madmen.

The twisted and hideous expressions on their faces displayed the unique frenzy of those deeply entrenched in despair yet burning with a mad desire.

The warriors, once glorious and now enslaved to darkness, roared as they tore through the spatial barriers with almost animalistic force, bringing death and destruction to this sacred land.

David felt a great increase in pressure on his chest, the weight of the magic staff in his hand seemed to grow heavier.

His eyes fixed unblinkingly on the Star Gnomon, the runes around it dancing like living creatures, each flicker accompanied by spatial distortion.

He knew clearly that this artifact was not only the last barrier of the defensive line but also the key power hub; once out of control, it would completely overturn the entire temporal structure.

As the crisis reached its peak, a figure with pale silver hair, striking under the twilight, broke through the chaotic crowd. Clad in a long robe, his steps were firm yet carried a hint of fatigue. This was an Elf Race Elder, his eyes, seasoned by years yet clear and bright, fixed determinedly on the Star Gnomon, rushing towards the core area.

Resoluteness and melancholy were written across his face, each step he took was accompanied by a subtle tremor of the earth.

"We cannot let the ’Time-Eating Worm’ pollute the source stream!" he cried out mournfully, his tone filled with endless lament and a fear of the unnamable future.

Many Guardians attempted to stop him, but they could not sway his determination.

The Elder’s hand caressed the tip of his magic staff, ancient spells slowly spilled from his lips, echoing through the void, like the ancient roar of a great bell shattering dry bones.

It seemed he intended to pour his lifetime knowledge into it, to trigger that hidden power deep within the Star Gnomon, beyond his understanding, dangerous and chaotically unfathomable space-time energy!