Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1275 - 593: The End of the Council

In this ruin, after the arrival of the "Silver Wing Ark," the immense energy has almost obliterated the main force of the allied forces, but scattered remnants still struggle fiercely.

They are pale, clad in tattered battle armor, with eyes full of fear and madness.

Under the suppression of David and the powerful spiritual power of the Witch Rider Corps and witches, this shaky, leaderless remnant of the allied forces is like a beast on the run, forced into despair one by one.

Hill stands amidst the smoke-filled area, clad in mottled, damaged armor, with his sword reflecting a dark red glow.

His face is covered in dried blood and dirt, yet his gaze remains sharp and resolute, like a sharp sword cutting through the enemy’s last line of defense.

With each swing of his sword, he leads the Witch Rider Corps to relentlessly suppress the enemy’s escape route, forcing them into a dead end.

"Don’t let them escape!" Hill roared, swinging his longsword while urging the soldiers behind him to keep pace.

Despite his near-exhausted physical strength, each attack accompanied by heavy breathing, he doesn’t retreat, knowing this is not just a battle for survival, but a defense of the last oath to his homeland and queen.

A High Tier member of the Eternal Night Council, struggling, is surrounded by several Witch Riders. He trembles, his face pale as paper, yet still desperately resists, trying to break free from the restraint.

However, Hill’s eyes are like torches; he rushes forward, using his heavy longsword to block the opponent’s throat, coldly demanding, word by word: "Now, speak—tell me, where is your Eternal Night Council headquarters!

What is your connection with that Church!"

The subdued man’s lips move slightly but can’t form words, only issuing painful, hoarse sounds.

Hill shows no mercy, forcing the opponent with ruthless iron blood. He knows this intelligence is crucial to the future direction of the entire war, the key to controlling the situation.

"Tell me! The shadow of the Pope? Those secret deals!" His voice cuts through the night sky like frost, causing the surrounding soldiers to hold their breath, all their spirit focused sharply on the situation before them.

Finally, unable to withstand the pain, the man reveals the most core secrets: the coordinates of the Eternal Night Council’s secret headquarters, their secret collusion with the Church, and who the figure behind the "Pope’s Shadow" is.

"We... cannot let... the truth be exposed..." He stammers out the chilling information, then collapses to the ground unconscious.

Hill wipes the blood from his forehead, his gaze turning cold and resolute: "Coordinates confirmed?" he turns to ask the nearby data officer, who nods in response, indicating a secret and heavily defended interstellar stronghold.

The real source of dark power manipulation by the Eternal Night Council will be the next critical battleground.

David nods slightly upon hearing this, slowly stepping away from the command platform, as if his presence solidifies the air.

His gaze is deep and solemn, his voice nearly freezing with coldness: "The Eternal Night Council? From this moment on, they should be erased from history entirely."

His words are powerful and undeniable, like a judge announcing the coming of the apocalypse, causing everyone’s hearts to tremble while also sparking endless fighting spirit and chill.

Then he turns to Hill, "Lead your most elite, loyal Witch Rider reserve team, set off immediately."

"This is the revenge of our people and a sacred mission that must be completed by those steadfast in belief." David adds, leaving no room for hesitation or delay, "Do not leave any remnants a chance to breathe."

The atmosphere in the cabin bursts with immense power, everyone feeling the weight of that unyielding oath, which is not just a military operation, but a baptism, a growth, a complete settlement of past pain, and a significant ceremony marking the start of a new era.

Hill gazes at David’s words filled with decisive significance, feeling the responsibility on his shoulders suddenly grow heavier, yet he remains firmly determined.

"Understood, I will lead the team across the battlefield, paving the path of revenge with blood and glory!"

As the order is given, the elite forces swiftly gather, their faces marked with iron will.

Some bear scars from being reborn in fire, others have unyielding souls vowed to protect their homeland to the death, each step sounding like a solid foundation for the future.

Well-equipped and cooperatively, they sweep through the ruins like a flood of steel, demonstrating through action what the undying flame of belief is.

In the distance, scattered cunning remnants still attempt to sneak and hide, but under the witches’ tight spiritual monitoring network and psychic attack coverage, there’s nowhere to hide.

Waves of magical dust rise, like blades slicing through the darkness, countless screams of pain echoing as shimmering rune shockwaves ripple through the air.

This is a cleansing operation with no mercy and no retreat.

Because this is what must be done for their homeland, for their people, for the future!

David stands in the center of the command platform, watching the front lines continue to advance, eradicating the remnants of the rebellion.

His fists clench tightly, that Chaos Core stably operating, exuding a faint blue light, flowing within him with the strength of deathly judgment.

This power inspires both fear and gives all followers an unbreakable belief: "Silver Moon, we will surely rise again, rebuilding glory from the ruins!

Those who once betrayed the homeland, will pay the price for it!"

In the distance, smoke has not yet completely dissipated, the corpses on the battlefield and the shattered rune arrays scattered sparingly among the rubble and dust.

The air remains thick with the intense smell of gunpowder and the pungent scent of scorched metal, each breath seemingly carrying a heavy burden.

David, draped in a dark robe, stands quietly beside the ice-sealed humanoid remains in Silver Moon Royal Capital.