Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1256 - 583: Holy Light Assault_2

However, at this critical juncture, a deafening sound akin to tearing through the void suddenly came.

Above the Silver Moon Tower, the defensive array shook instantly, and the steel-like magical barriers were rapidly sliced open by an invisible force field, scattering sparks from countless runes.

A dazzling Holy Light long spear, blazing like a giant flame burning in the heavens, descended from the sky. It carried an irresistible, destructive power and pierced through layers of air defenses at lightning speed, aiming directly like a sharp blade at the witch tower’s core!

Following closely, a second and third colossal and exceptionally fiery Holy Light spear pierced through the night sky.

These three gigantic spears of holy judgment aimed precisely at the altar area atop the tower, determined to sever Liya’s ritual before her rise!

The phosphorescent flames on the rooftop were instantly devoured and exploded, the magical barriers around the tower crumbled like waves, countless elemental souls howled as they fled the array barriers. That intense impact felt like a doomsday judgment had arrived, tearing an eternal scar in the long-peaceful night.

At the same time, bright platinum light poured from a rift in the sky, revealing three figures clad in splendid Cardinal robes.

Each carried a large scepter engraved with complex divine patterns and curse seals, their sharp eyes cold and heavy like weights on judgment scales, devoid of emotion yet with overwhelming pressure.

These three Cardinals were not only among the few in the Church who could access the highest divine power but also executors of the Holy See’s abyssal will.

They descended slowly, each step upon the air stirring ripples that distorted space, entwined by blessings and curses that suffocated the atmosphere.

More shockingly, a large and obscure silhouette emerged behind them.

This silhouette emitted a pale golden glow, hidden among countless mysterious patterns, constantly changing form as if composed of pure Holy Light—a projection of the legendary "Holy Light God", a presence whose pressure could instill fear in even the most resolute demons.

This existence was like a celestial lightning rod, freezing all life in its vicinity.

Its pure, yet judgmentally cold eyes locked onto the core area within the tower—the position nurturing new wizard life’s secrets and future hope, the epicenter of tonight’s storm!

The core members of the Witch Coven, along with Cynthia, felt their hairs stand on end upon seeing this. They immediately entered alert mode, realizing this assault was far from a mere confrontation. It was a well-planned, precision strike advancing unstoppable like a looming melody!

"Protect Liya!" Cynthia shouted fiercely, stepping to the forefront of the altar, using her body as a shield to absorb the first wave of the magical impact. She waved her staff to summon a thick Frost Barrier, clashing violently with the scorching energy, and commanding others to gather for defense, "All hands on deck! Leave no gap!"

Though Liya’s expression was grave, her eyes were full of fighting spirit. She knew this battle was of great importance; failure would not only ruin her personal ascent but might also destroy David’s strategic edge and the entire multiverse’s crucial defense against evil awakening!

Suddenly, the air became stagnant and chaotic, with the slits of ruptured space emitting fragments like meteors from the remnants of a collapsing doomsday star.

And those once formidable binding spells and protective barriers were instantly obliterated, compelled to face the strongest assault in history fortified with the highest level of blessings!

The onslaught of apocalypse-level torrents from the three "Spears of Holy Judgment", condensed from pure faith, swiftly swept into the center of the altar. They slashed through obstacles like blades piercing the sky, while their added confinement effects began to erode the target’s life force and spiritual source.

Plunging those attacked into an inescapable despair — this was a tool of reckoning with destructive essence beyond dark evil energy and Chaos Origin barriers!

However, at this critical moment, the witches inside the tower activated their hidden elemental energy, joining forces with Liya in a resonant connection.

They summoned the remaining essence of nature spirits and invoked ancient guardian contracts to briefly revitalize the residual environmental life rhythm;

Cynthia further employed her secret Ice Seal technique to shield Liya from part of the impact, allowing her to maintain mental clarity and complete the ritual steps accurately.

Despite this, the assault was clearly no ordinary duel but an extreme trial, a pivotal turning point in the strategic chess game of fate between the two sides!

In the Blood Prison World, David’s salvation mission resonated with the impending flood apocalypse facing the Silver Moon Kingdom—a connection of life threads intertwined with unknown perils at the crossroads of destiny cycle divergence...

As the third Holy Judgment spear plunged into the altar’s foundation, igniting flames upon impact, the tower shook with intense tremors, dark smoke spreading—everything seemed to be entering a countdown...

Atop the Silver Moon Kingdom tower, the air was a blend of scorching heat and icy cold.

The clash between flame and frost reached its pinnacle at this moment, as the world seemed frozen into a tragic yet magnificent painting.

Cynthia stood at the altar’s forefront, her silver-white hair tousled wildly by the wind, sweat trickling down her cheeks, her eyes flashing with determined yet painful resolve.

Clenching her teeth, she raised the scepter high, shouting loud spells, forming layers upon layers of gorgeous and tightly packed magical barriers around her.

"Spears of Divine Light, you shall not shake this kingdom’s final line of defense!" she roared as thick ice-crystal-like shields rapidly enveloped the tower’s exterior and altar, building an indestructible protection for Liya.

Yet, the three Holy Light spears, infused with divine power bestowed by the gods and converging with the boundless pressure from behind the divine projection, held strength exceeding any human magic.

Every time a spear touched the shield, thunderous booms and blinding holy flames erupted, tearing through the defensive layers like the gravest judgment between heaven and earth.

The barrier continued to shatter and vanish, countless small runes dissipating like meteors in the air.

Cynthia, pale in complexion, nonetheless stood resolute, wielding deeper forbidden spells with her staff, knowing this was the only hope for safeguarding the future that could not fall!

"They can’t be allowed to break through! Liya hasn’t completed her transformation! We can’t let this turn into a tragedy!" her voice trembled yet remained firm, the last struggle and belief as a guardian intertwined.

At this crucial moment, Reina grasped her staff tightly at the defense node outside the tower, every muscle tense, each move infused with intense weight—she inhaled deeply, focusing all her consciousness on the single goal: protect Liya, regardless of the cost!

Suddenly, an extreme and fierce cold light burst out from Reina’s body, like a winter storm sweeping across the earth, freezing the surrounding air into crystalline ice dust dancing on the wind.

Accompanied by that piercing roar through the sky, her body transformed into a whirlwind of cold blue-white light, accelerating towards the landing point of the three Holy Judgment spears with miraculous speed!

At that instant, all observers atop the tower held their breaths as the blue-white light converged into a magnificent shield intertwined with hints of fiery red patterns — the ultimate protective force symbolizing soul purification and guardianship passed down by the Snow Demon Race: "Flame Soul Shield".

Reina’s crystalline visage, sculpted like in the midst of winter’s snow, now embodies the utmost purity and determination.

Her eyes, once clear as a new snow lake, transformed instantaneously into fiercely blazing soul flames—not a heat-radiating blaze, but a new force carrying a lifedeath vow, permeating the deepest core of bone, blood, and spirit!

The strands of blue-silver ice crystal hair scattered by the wind burned in fusion with the fierce flames, jumping and weaving together like celestial stars shining coldly yet wondrously beautiful, awe-inspiring yet evoking reverence.