Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1276 - 593: The Council’s Demise (Part 2)

Cynthia, covered in thick ice crystals, resembled a sleeping queen. Her body, though no longer wildly beastified, still harbored rippling turmoil deep within her soul core. The spatial attributes, interwoven with chaos and frost, heat and cold, maintained her life at a fragile edge of balance.

David crouched down, his gaze carefully surveying the blue and white interwoven, crystal-clear yet iron-solid Ice Shield surrounding her body.

He gently placed his palm over a chip on the surface, pulsing with a subtle light, taken from the Void Star Core in the "Silverwing Ark’s" void core storage.

An ancient secret and the core of spatial power were contained within this star core.

The surface of the star core emitted a gentle, deep blue luster, like micro-waves in the abyssal ocean, bearing a mysterious rhythm as it flowed slowly.

David sensed the subtle spatial ripples it emitted, resonating miraculously and eerily with Cynthia’s conflicted and contradictory beastified bloodline within her body.

He furrowed his brow, unable to hide his excitement: "This is precisely the key... the space frequency released by this Void Star Core unexpectedly aligns with the chaotic forces deep in her soul."

He slowly stood up, casting his gaze toward the horizon where a new dawn was rising, "Perhaps we have found a way to break through this long darkness."

He then gestured to summon the technical wizard team.

They traversed the ruined command hall, continuously accessing the ship’s data terminals for an in-depth analysis of the Void Star Core.

Complex and mysterious data streams rapidly rolled on the screens, with various runes flashing and intertwining, dissecting every inch of energy structure like living beings.

Chief Technical Wizard Erin frowned tightly, speaking with a trembling but focused voice: "Preliminary results show that this Void Star Core possesses more than just ordinary spatial anchoring capabilities."

She traced her fingers across the data interface, "It can efficiently coordinate plane phases, enhancing cross-dimensional transmission efficiency by several times, if not dozens."

"More importantly," Erin paused, "This phase coordination capability far surpasses all known materials, offering an unprecedented foundation for constructing the ’Dimension Bridge’."

David focused intently on the data fluctuations on the screen, his eyes emitting a long-absent fiery glow.

"The ’Dimension Bridge’... the network capable of connecting multiversal layers?" he asked in a concentrated voice, "If we can use this Void Star Core as the central hub, we can achieve truly instantaneous inter-domain movement..."

Erin nodded in confirmation: "Exactly. If this technological breakthrough succeeds, it will fundamentally change our understanding of time-space navigation and material transfer methods, significantly boosting strategic mobility.

It’s not confined to tactical retreats, but also includes resource allocation, emergency rescue, and multiverse exploration."

Team members exchanged glances; some were so excited that their hands trembled, while others pondered silently.

They understood that this was not just a scientific breakthrough but a new course into the future, an essential tool to drive out the shadows of darkness and revive their homeland.

Meanwhile, within the ice-sealed form encasing Cynthia, faint intermittent signals flickered deep within her soul matrix, where chaos and frost attributes entwined into complex patterns, like a mist that kept spreading and wriggling with lifeforce reverberation.

However, this mist seemed to stabilize gradually with a sliver of frequency released by the Void Star Core, much like winter morning dew gently caressing and congealing the leaves—fragile yet filled with hope.

Annie stood nearby, reciting an ancient spell under her breath, gently guiding and guarding the mental matrix with her spiritual power to protect it from chaotic tearing.

"Her Majesty is still seriously injured, but this resonance gives her the possibility of taking the first step towards awakening," she murmured, "Next, we must continuously monitor and assist this process; otherwise, any untimely disturbance could lead to total collapse."

Liya gripped her magic staff tightly, her face pale yet her expression resolute as stone.

"I will allocate more Frost Runes to protect this place, creating a safe restoration environment for Her Majesty. This is not a brief battle but a long watch," she said quietly, laden with an unspeakable sense of responsibility.

Alia moved to the edge of the ruins, her sharp gaze scanning the small area where enemy remnants were yet to be fully cleared.

"Signs of ambush from the enemy’s remnants, we must stay vigilant," she said, adopting a guard stance with sword poised, "Protecting all of this lays the cornerstone for victory!"

David stood in the wreck’s command center, his dark robe gently swaying in the cold wind.

Before him was a new model of a spatial node powered by the Void Star Core, its ancient secret and core of spatial power emanating a dim blue glow, like a weak vortex in the abyss, endlessly twisting and jumping.

His fingertips lightly touched the surface of the model, and that ethereal and mysterious ripple immediately circulated through the chamber.

This is precisely the core supporting the "Dimension Bridge" project, a teleportation network hub connecting multiple universes’ layers.

As the Void Star Core’s frequency adjustments continuously finely calibrated, this plan will significantly enhance strategic mobility and resource allocation efficiency, laying a solid foundation for the future revival of Silver Moon.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed from outside the door.

The door was pushed open, and a figure stumbled in—a messenger scout, his tattered battle robe stained with dry black blood, as if it had corroded the fabric;

His face was deathly pale, with hollow, lightless eyes that seemed blind, yet he still arduously supported his trembling body.

"Master... Master..." his voice was hoarse and wailing, like a cry after a soul had been torn apart, "The dark rift... it’s alive..."

The scout stumbled towards David, extending a piece of special magic crystal he held tightly.

This magic crystal was cold throughout, with a folded piece of paper sealed inside, covered in fresh red blood, its fissures interwoven into eerie patterns.

A putrid odor and mental pollution waves immediately filled the air, shaking everyone’s minds present.

"It’s devouring... breathing..." the scout murmured, "The Knights... many... have changed..."

At this point, he suddenly collapsed onto the cold marble floor, his entire body trembling violently and convulsing, blood seeping from his mouth.

His face, twisted by spiritual collapse, was heart-wrenching, though it couldn’t hide the fear and despair behind it.

Annie immediately stepped forward to support him, simultaneously spreading a mental shield to alleviate his pain.

She frowned, speaking softly to Liya: "This pollution not only corrodes the flesh, but directly twists the mind and will, like soul-devouring miasma, endless."

Liya tightened her grip on the magic staff, her gaze as firm as the winter pines: "We must quickly interpret this letter; we cannot let this horror spread."

Alia swiftly set up perimeter defenses, her eyes sharp as a hawk scanning the dim edges around them, "There could be lurking remnants of the enemy forces or more dangerous creatures; we must not be complacent."

David stepped toward the magic crystal, placing it under the soft blue light of a projection device, cautiously unfolding that blood-soaked, coarsely lined yet menacing map paper.

In the projection, a massive rift twisted like a venomous snake, with multiple marked points of abnormal expansion prominently displayed around its perimeter, while in the center was drawn a bizarre "eye" symbol—that was the terror known as the "Dark Rift" in rumors.

Upon hearing the news, Hill arrived, his expression solemn, gazing long at the images on the projection screen: "Have the members of the Knight Order lost control? How many have survived?"

Annie shook her head with a sigh: "Most have been infected by the malevolent miasma, not only disorganized in movement but also displaying violent tendencies and mental disorder.

Some even attack each other, not distinguishing between friend and foe.

Currently, they are massively gathered around the ’Dark Rift’ area, but the spread rate far exceeds expectations."

David’s tone grew heavier, "This is not just a simple battle, but a catastrophic disaster involving both physical destruction and soul-tearing."

After a pause, he asked the scout again: "Yi Lin... is she still safe?"