Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1273 - 592: Chaos Judgment

As the rumble of the "Silver Wing Ark" reached its peak, they once again traversed the narrow rift in the fabric of time and space.

In this unstable region filled with vortices and faults, each jump was a combined test of technology, courage, and fate.

Inside the cabin, the lights flickered, some devices shut down automatically due to overload, then quickly restarted, countless mechanical whirrs intermingled with the hurried breaths of personnel, resonating into a heroic yet tenacious echo.

At this moment, a hazy but life-tinged information remnant flashed through the equipment’s network capture module:

This was a segment of imagery intermittently sent back from the distant battlefield of their homeland.

The flames burning upon the rubble glowed red against the night sky, countless civilians fled in panic;

Cynthia, her body marked with bloodstained spots, stood firmly at the edge of despair, her gradually beastified yet stubborn, unyielding figure bringing tears to one’s eyes;

The members of the Eternal Night Council fell one after another, while the Dark Forces roared forward...

These scenes pierced the hearts of all present like sharp blades, yet also affirmed their determination to do everything they could to rush home for the rescue and decisive battle!

Alia frowned, "Our homeland... In such dire straits, how can we stand by and do nothing?"

Annie silently nodded, masking her tumultuous emotions with a hint of sadness: "This is our responsibility, and also our mission."

David took one last glance at the compass on the screen, it glowed with a soft yet steady light, pointing the way home.

"Let’s go." He softly uttered two words, this was both a command and a vow!

The smoky night sky of Silver Moon Royal Capital turned dark red, flames swept through like a gale, devouring every inch of life and architecture.

The once majestic and solemn Magic Tower collapsed amid the roar, burning fragments fell from high above, smashing streets and houses.

The ground was stained with blood, countless innocent civilians fled panic-stricken, only to face more brutal pursuit and dismemberment.

From afar came a terrifying roar, it was an incomparably fearsome, naturally immense presence—Cynthia’s fully beastified form.

She stood tens of meters tall, her massive body like a mountain, yet extraordinarily nimble.

Her half-wolf, half-dragon form filled hearts with dread: her entire body covered in searing, lava-like burning cracks and intertwined with sharp ice crystals formed by frozen ice, every roar tore through the air, like the intertwining winter and hellfire forming the fiercest storm.

She struggled frantically in the center of the Royal Palace square, the earth shook relentlessly.

The rampaging giant beast used its strong and powerful claws to swipe at the nearby crowd, indiscriminately attacking soldiers of the Eternal Night Council and the Holy Light Church coalition forces, while fiercely counterattacking the human spell knights trying to protect her and resist the dark erosion with freshly remaining will.

The coalition soldiers wore ferocious expressions, they were coldly cruel, constantly wielding long spears, magic staves, or crossbows, casting the firelight red on their faces.

While attacking, they loudly shouted orders, mercilessly trampling this once sacred city like Abyss Demons.

The magic wavering from their hands flickered with dazzling brilliance, sometimes reducing an entire block to rubble, sometimes wiping out survivors in the alleys in an instant.

Hill, clad in damaged battle armor, his face covered in blood and scars, yet still stood firm in front of the broken line near Cynthia.

He held a sharp longsword, every swing accompanied by a steadfast roar, he did his best to invigorate himself, and also inspire surrounding comrades: "Hold this place! For Cynthia, for Silver Moon! We must not let her lose complete control!"

His eyes flickered with a painful yet unwavering glow, the kind of willpower that endured countless trials of life and death yet never faded, instead becoming ever more intense amidst this conflagration and storming beastly roars.

The spell knights tightly surrounded the giant beast, they were among the few humans who maintained rationality and sincerely guarded Cynthia’s core consciousness.

Using runes and ancient spells, they constructed layer upon layer of protective barriers, while coaxing with their last spiritual power to summon that most tender, warm memory from the deepest soul consumed by darkness: "Your Majesty, please awaken! Do not let darkness completely engulf you!"

However, even the most determined and tenacious ones could feel the gradually swelling, uncontrollable evil within Cynthia.

Beastification power, like a nightmare, eroded her every nerve ending, causing her to utter low growls of pain during her struggle, the sound was both a roar and a lament, pushing the battlefield atmosphere to the brink of despair.

"Fall back!" Hill slashed at an enemy attempting to approach and harvest the giant beast’s life energy, while quickly surveying the surroundings, "The coalition is pressing, we’ve lost too much ground."

An enraged, bulky High Priest stood atop a spire, holding a burning rune staff, while commanding slaughter, he sneered: "This is nothing but a rabid beast, once we extinguish its mother body, it will completely collapse! The Eternal Night Council shall ultimately claim victory!"

Amidst explosions dust and smoke billowed, not far away many brave resisters had already fallen, their blood stained the white stone pavement, helpless screams echoed through the empty streets.

A young spell knight fell to her knees, her eyes filled with terror, yet still mustered the strength to recite a prayer spell, hoping this pure faith could penetrate the chaotic soul of the giant beast’s seam, sparing it from complete annihilation.

"Your Majesty... we... are still here..." The voice was weak yet full of deep emotion, it was a prayer amidst despair, also the faint hope building a ray of dawn.