Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1250 - 580: Blood Prison Sacrifice_2

David frowned deeply, sensing that this power surpassed any previous crisis in terms of instability; it was pure, extreme malevolence in runaway form, a harbinger of catastrophic destruction about to erupt.

"If it completes its ’awakening’, it will ignite an uncontrollable calamity across the entire realm and beyond." His heart grew heavy, realizing with stark clarity that the current situation was far more perilous and complex than imagined.

The air was thick with terrifying oppression; each low growl that drifted through was both hair-raising and deafening.

Those screams, mixed with sounds of ripping, constantly emanated from the depths of disintegrating bodies, like a soul’s lament in its end, or a thousand dry wells roaring into one’s ears, leaving one almost breathless.

This gruesome scene was like a hellish feast, the most brutal mocking of life’s dignity, and the word "celebration" was merely a barefaced sinister irony in a lethal purgatory!

Gradually, the Duke quickened his pace, beginning to chant the ancient spell with lost, extreme curse power.

Scarlet symbols shot from his fingertips into the surrounding void, merging with the generations of grievance embedded in the altar, resonating an ominous rhythm that shook the boundaries of the soul’s space.

And the mutated, grotesque demons clustering around him screamed and howled, continually assaulting the mental barrier, pulling David’s mind into a maelstrom of deep despair, yet through sheer will, he resisted the onslaught, as if standing at the center of a primeval chaotic storm!

At this moment, time seemed frozen, while space teemed with a growing, dangerous aura.

All eyes focused on the "dark core", its frequent surges of icy light reflecting sinister across the entire area;

The enormous energy of collective sacrifice continuously infused into it, making it increasingly full and swollen, ready to transform all death and pain into a ferociously growing power, set to unleash a destructive storm!

David knew, if this wasn’t stopped in time, this catastrophe would be irreversible. He raised his hand to grip the magic staff, fully focused on charging into the fray, even in the face of such terrifying scenes, without an ounce of retreat!

The blood-red sky of the Blood Prison World still shrouded in a layer of grey-brown mist, carrying the stench of decay and blood, as if even the air was soaked in death and despair.

David quietly traversed the shattered remnants along the edge of the altar, his steps steady yet heavy.

Clad in a dark-patterned cloak, his expression resolute, but within his eyes lay endless concern—he had never witnessed such a desolate and eerie place since entering the Blood Prison.

Scattered across the ravaged earth were countless shattered limbs and remains, once vibrant lives now wholly devoured by merciless time.

As the wind blew past the broken pieces of bone, it emitted a haunting crackle, like the whisper of undead in the Netherworld, resembling many souls wailing.

David felt these sounds corrode his mind like acid, yet he clenched his teeth, refusing to let emotional fluctuations affect his judgment.

Among the shadows in a dim recess surrounding the altar, a faint yet exceptionally resolute life force caught his attention.

He slowly approached, seeing a frail figure crouching there, it was Alia—the ally who had fought alongside him, desperately struggling within the Blood Prison.

Alia was curled up, her body covered in scars dyed deep red, with dimly glowing veins still flowing, those veins seemingly slowly waning and fading.

Her complexion was pale as paper, face haggard, breathing rapid and weak, each breath seemed to gamble with death.

David quickly crouched down, gently placing his hand upon her forehead, the cold feeling like morning frost, yet possessing a peculiar warmth; he sensed her remaining origin power stubbornly resisting corrosive invasion within.

"Alia, can you hold on?" His voice was deep and concerned, but also mixed with urgency and unease.

Alia struggled to lift her head, those eyes once dull now ignited with a blaze of hope at the sight of David, bursting with a determined, fiery spirit.

She labored to support half her body, using a trembling yet clear and powerful mental transmission to respond: "David... The enemy... he is forcibly merging... the ’Final Blood Demon Core’!"

That’s not mere refinement, but a ceremony sacrificing the entire Blood Prison, at the cost of devouring the world’s origin...

to impact a higher level of existence! If not stopped, he will annihilate all life, turning this realm into his power source!

These words made the air suddenly heavier.

An unspeakable ominous premonition assaulted from all sides, leaving one near breathless.

David gripped the magic staff tightly, tapping his pulse with a finger to maintain rhythm, "Tell me the specifics, we must find a breakthrough."

Alia enduring severe pain, gathered her spiritual power into the depths of memory, "The Duke frantically drives the core, he uses sacrificial energy to activate ancient forbidden arrays, causing all who are drawn in to continuously disintegrate and transform into pure energy and flow into the core.

This is not merely self-enhancement, but tearing the boundaries of time and space, trading ’future destruction’ for ’power awakening’."

"What’s more terrifying," she spoke between gasps, "the core has started releasing warped time-space fluctuations, constantly eroding our realm’s foundation, this power has permeated the outer planes, if allowed to continue, not just the entire Blood Prison, even neighboring worlds will be chain destroyed!"

Upon hearing this, cold sweat slid down David’s forehead. He knew this was no mere evil ambition, but possibly a disaster rewriting multiverse laws.

"How are your injuries? How long can you hold on?" He asked anxiously.

"The body... is already at limit," Alia’s voice grew increasingly faint.

"But my mental barrier can still temporarily fend off the Duke’s control on me. I must delay for time, to win you an opportunity."

"I won’t let you face this alone." David’s gaze became even more resolute, "Your existence is the key element of this war.

I will protect you, and also stop the Duke’s maniacal plan."

The cold wind swept over cracked soil, an unspeakable life-and-death pact exchanged in their mutual gaze.

In these apocalyptic ruins, they became each other’s sole pillar of belief.

The surrounding space began to warp and distort due to the terrifying energy released by the core, scarlet and twisted runes extended from the altar’s peak.

Adhering to the sky and earth like a spider web, blurring the vision, as if trapped in a maze woven with a crimson demonic net of no return, leaving one lost and even inducing hallucinations and illusions.

In the distance, the colossal blood river breached, its stained waters limping away, alongside emaciated trees sway ghostly, silently narrating a painful epic of life facing death’s alternation.

This brutal scene was like a prelude to doomsday, yet real, subjecting any stubborn will to immense pressure and test.

Standing within shadows, David recalled repeatedly the prior encounters and current reality, knowing well against such dire circumstances, sheer personal courage was far from enough, needed was maximized wisdom and team collaboration.

He meticulously observed the environmental changes around, cautiously analyzed the Duke’s behavior logic, hoping to find a breakthrough and break the current stalemate.

But immediately again felt the dark oppression continuously emanating from the core, like a sharp blade splitting the heart, stabbing at the chest—

it wasn’t just physical strength, but tearing at the soul’s foundation!

"I cannot wait any longer." He muttered to himself, then solemnly told the weakened Alia: "Hang in there, soon I will bring change, we shall prove by action that we haven’t abandoned any hope!"

Now, the Duke’s chanting grew ever more frantic, around the dark core exploded multiple scorching scarlet energy beams, these beams pierced the void and spread to all corners, causing frequent celestial phenomena outbreaks.

Meteor-like obsidian crashed from the sky, merging with raging flames into a blazing hellfire rain, scorching the already ravaged land into black-charred cracks, countless vengeful spirits flying and wailing echoing at night’s edge!

All of this felt like being in a purgatory apocalypse, yet also inspired fighters to ignite the last embers of hope!

Only those who hold on to faith could see the dawn in despair!