Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1258 - 584: Wrath of Judgment_2

The girl who burned herself into an eternal oath, sealed within "Eternal Freeze" at the cost of "Burning Soul",

The one who forged a human-shaped battle shield from the Snow Demon’s bloodline to resist the final barrier against apocalypse,

The immortal guardian who won a critical turning point and a brief respite for David’s return—

Between the Blood Prison World and the material world, the twisted, shattered passage was emitting a faint glow. The air was filled with a tangled mix of heat and cold, as if waiting for a key moment to arrive.

At that moment, a blinding brilliance flashed in the depths of the passage, and a figure burst forth as if breaking through the void—it was David, his face etched with agony and determination.

At the instant he stepped out of the Blood Prison World, chaotic energy swirled violently around him, as if the wrath of thunder had been condensed into substance.

His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes burned with uncontrollable fury, and that flame seared his entire soul, nearly shattering it.

He felt the cold despair emanating from the depths of the Silver Moon Tower in the distance—Reina was desperately defending, sacrificing her life, and that fragile bravery pierced his innermost being.

"You all... dare..." his voice was deep and hoarse, like ancient thunder rolling, mingled with endless indignation.

Without extra words or hesitation, he gathered all his divine power at the tip of his right index finger. A gray light slowly coalesced, like the most primordial chaos origin converging in the cosmos.

It was a mysterious energy form that merged the Blood Prison, nature, ocean, and Chaos Law into one, which he called "Chaos Judgment".

This beam of gray light was laden with the intertwined powers of destruction and reconstruction, slicing through space like dawn breaking the night, like a meteor cutting across the sky.

Everywhere it passed, all evil decay and dark order were torn apart and shattered, invisible magic walls and twisted barriers collapsing and disintegrating upon impact.

David’s eyes glinted fiercely, intently gazing towards the direction of the Silver Moon Tower.

He focused his will, transforming all his emotions into attack energy, wasting not a single bit.

This was the peak of his fury, his first full-force exertion of this newly-formed chaos divine power with the essence of multiple laws in the material world!

Instantly, the three holy long spears suspended in mid-air, assaulted by storm and tempest, were crushed and smashed by this violent gray torrent.

Sharp tips broke into countless sharp fragments flying about, and the projections of the three Cardinals’ scepters were also swept into it by this terrifying force, disappearing like boulders falling into the abyss.

The projections of the Cardinals burst forth with indistinct sounds of angry roars but were isolated and deprived by the intense and pure chaotic force, thoroughly dissipating without a trace in an instant.

The space reverberated with deafening explosive sounds, and immediately the surrounding air and void fluctuations rapidly returned to tranquility, though the sense of oppression was eternally imprinted on the heart.

David stood quietly at the edge of the remaining ruins of space, exuding a strong intimidating aura throughout.

He clenched his fist, his knuckles slightly pale, but his eyes sparkled with an unwavering belief in justice and determination to fulfill his vow to his dearly beloved friend.

"Reina... I am here." He murmured, then gazed toward the location of the altar core still shrouded by the blue-white spirit shield at the tower’s top—that was the lifeline of allies and the crucial turning point of the future destiny!

The embers of flame and frost entwining continued to drift in the air, as if time had been frozen by this great calamity.

At the pinnacle of the tower, Reina stood quietly, her crystalline, ice-sculpture-like body glimmering with an ethereal blue light, seemingly about to shatter at any moment.

The air was suffused with an oppressive suffocating aura, the unavoidable breath at the edge of life and death.

Cynthia and the members of the Witch Coven silently surrounded her, their faces heavy with complex emotions, a tangle of prayer and despair.

Suddenly, a gray chaotic light pierced the sky, falling like thunder to the top of the high tower.

In the eyes of all present, David appeared beside Reina, whose body was in a state of burning intertwining flames of destruction and life, frozen in Eternal Freeze.

He gazed at the girl who once shielded with her life, forging a barrier with her soul, safeguarding the world.

A deep anxiety and heartache etched across his furrowed brow.

He extended his right hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, touching gently as if brushing over frost—softly landing on her brow sealed in ice crystal.

The gray chaos core power flowed gently, entering her body from his fingertips like long-buried fire in frozen earth.

The energy wave was like a weak winter sun, cautiously probing into its core depth—there was a remaining fragile and flickering remnant of soul flame.

Reina’s whole being had frozen into a rock-hard crystal, intermittent flashes of blue and white lighted her body’s fine cracks, marks of the life essence struggling against the extreme cold.

But her core soul was already flickering weakly—like a candle in the wind about to go out, its essence source vastly diminished, only a wavering will supporting its survival.

David felt the desolation and fragility emanating from her body, his furrows deepening, his eyes shimmering with reproach and self-blame.

"Why... why did it come to this..." he murmured softly.

Though now possessing the power of great abilities merging multiple laws, tearing the void, he was helpless against such an endangered soul. He began to release part of his chaos divine power, forming a faint gray-silver shield around Reina, a shield like a network of capillaries, barely stabilizing the remaining spark, preventing it from quickly extinguishing completely.

The shield, like an entwined mist, strung together scattered pieces of life into a temporarily balanced stance, but it was clearly only a bitter medicine to extend time, not a true reversal of the destruction process.

David gripped the end of his scepter tightly, reciting ancient spells word by word, infusing hope with his divine power, erecting the final barrier for this desolate guardian.

"Your body... has almost turned to nothing; your soul... almost burned out, leaving only a tenuous will linking you and me."

His voice trembled yet remained steadfast, "I will hold all this up, I must!"

At the top of the tower, under the brilliant starlight, its pale blue glow was exceptionally poignant and tragic.

Beside him, Cynthia, eyes brimming with tears, could not reverse it. The witches silently gathered their spirit and energy, resonating to release the runes of prayer, hoping to awaken or extend the last bond energy between them.

The rune chains on the distant altar continued to shine with silver-blue divine patterns, essential links in resisting the dark surge, and a crucial reliance for Liya’s breakthrough.

David’s eyes shone with the gray light of chaos beneath the dark sky, as fierce as an awakening ancient deity.

Standing at the top of the tower, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on the war-torn Royal Capital, torn apart by darkness and Holy Light.

Though temporarily protected by chaotic energy, Reina stirred a more raging, uncontrollable fury in his heart—an endless judgment against the Church invaders desecrating this land and trampling the bloodline of the fallen.

The air suddenly constricted, surrounding space warped and fluctuated. David slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips requiring no complex spell, merely intentions to control the Chaos Law between heaven and earth.

His deep and icy gaze released an invisible pressure, as if doomsday judgment descended, enveloping the entire Royal Capital in a spectral gray haze.

With a slight wave of his hand, a faint yet intensely oppressive energy ripple spread like ripples.

This formless force carried powerful destruction and purification intentions, instantly penetrating all bearing Church’s Holy Light insignia within view—whether entrenched elite soldiers in ruined streets or guarding the sub-bishops soaring above, none escaped this cataclysm.