Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1286 - 598: Divinity Duel_2

His expression transformed from determination to complexity, anger mixed with indescribable pain and struggle.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, his muscles tense to the limit: "No! I will not let you desecrate it! All souls sacrificed for the Silver Moon will not become your playthings!"

Before his voice faded, he suddenly felt a chill rise from his feet, like whispers of a billion departed souls swirling around him, as if claws from the rift in the void sought to drag him into eternal darkness.

The air suddenly became heavy, crushing all senses, but he still stood tall and unyielding, using his will to build a solid defense against the invasion.

The knights standing beside him also felt the powerful evil thoughts permeating the space; some refrained from speaking, some bit their lips, yet not a single one chose to retreat.

They knew they were not only confronting the decaying palace before them, but a catastrophe that touched the root of the soul and even the origin of the world’s order!

Alia closed her eyes to concentrate, harnessing the abundant natural power within her body, injecting the pure energy of the land’s legacy into the grand array pattern, while the starlight she summoned formed a protective shield.

"No matter how strong the opponent is, we have the conviction to protect," she said softly, "The essence of nature will purify all filth, and we must not let depravity devour the Silver Moon."

Annie clasped her hands in prayer, merging her magic with healing and spiritual comfort, layering the protective barrier with Liya to provide them a moment of respite from the terrifying impact.

Yet even so, all the knights still felt their spirits wobble on the brink of collapse; some faces turned pale, while others curved into a heroic smile.

Hill fixed his fiery gaze on Yi Lin, softly calling: "Queen! Please hold on; your self has not been completely taken! We vow to stand by your side!"

Before his voice faded, the last vestige of clarity in Yi Lin’s eyes vanished swiftly, tears sliding down her face and crystallizing into fine transparent fragments that shone brilliantly in the dim light.

This was tears of blood and despair, struggle and farewell, more like an indelible oath written with life!

David’s fingers were white from gripping the sword; he knew this wasn’t just a battle between flesh and magic, but an ultimate test of faith and will against the design of destiny.

The voice of the fallen god descending into the sea of consciousness summoned them from the eternal beyond, pushing them to the brink of life and death while challenging the purity of their souls!

In the depths of the royal court, cold and darkness wove into an endless mist.

The air was filled with the scent of decay and frost, occasionally accompanied by ear-piercing low hums like metal scraping.

Around, clusters of broken crystals wriggled, active like Demons, emitting suffocating dark glows that made the entire altar eerie and terrifying.

At the center of this cold and weird space, a twisted and huge silhouette appeared slowly.

It was the fallen god’s projection of power at the abyssal rift’s bottom, a humanoid form cobbled together by abyssal crystal and Yi Lin’s blurred apparition.

Its gigantic body soared into the clouds, composed of scattered fragments of crystals, connected by strange veins, each crystal inlaid with dark and despairing patterns.

Its head faintly revealed Yi Lin’s pale and distorted face, those ice-blue and pitch-black interlaced eyes exuded bottomless malice and endless suffering.

It seemed like a netherworld giant beast, emanating pressure that surpassed the material plane, making the surrounding space appear to solidify.

David stood before the altar, his gaze as steadfast as cold steel.

He scanned Yi Lin’s face, ravaged and tormented to the limit but still stubborn and unyielding;

His gaze shifted to Hill, tightly clutching the bloodstained medal, a face full of scars yet eyes as unwavering as the eternal flame of belief;

Another glance showed the few elite knights behind him, who had not been corrupted, having just endured the dawn’s sacred flame purification yet remained conscious.

This scene was like countless fires forging steel wills interwoven and solidified, crushing David’s last trace of hesitation and weakness.

He took a deep breath of icy air, gripping the sword hilt tightly, his fingers turned white, standing like indestructible rock in the eye of the storm.

He murmured to the twisted giant humanoid projection:

"You are only fit to be burned to ashes."

The voice was sonorous, like a horn splitting mountains and gouging earth, echoing in the silent royal court, carrying indomitable resolve and unyielding anger to resist the shackles of fate.

Upon hearing his words, the surrounding knights were all invigorated; they raised their chests, gripping their weapons, and a resonance of life and death surged forth.

It was as if many flames converged into an indestructible wall of fire.

This was not only a physical slaughter but the last showdown between spiritual beliefs; it was a battle of life and death concerning redemption, sacrifice, and the only hope for the future!

The fallen god’s avatar slowly raised its arms, each crystal between its fingers refracted ghastly light, like stars falling into an abyss.

Its naturally formed pressure, beyond mundane laws, continuously oppressed everyone’s chest, making it slightly difficult to breathe heavily.

David gritted his teeth, furrowed his brows, fully concentrating to resist the internal chaos’s corruptive temptation, while mobilizing all the holy flame within him to support the soul’s defense.

He knew there was no retreat now, no compromise, only to build walls of copper and steel with flesh and blood, using resolute will to confront this evil power from the deepest ancient abyss!

Hill stood at the left-wing, his wrist trembling slightly yet still holding his sword upright, "David, no matter how dark ahead, we are with you!" His voice was firm and full of courage, "The Silver Moon Knight Order will never let the Queen fall into eternal filth!"

As the aura of both sides started to collide vigorously, even the earth seemed to quake, with faint sounds of ice peaks collapsing from afar, forming a peculiar echo with the battle rhythm.

This was a final showdown transcending the constraints of time and space, the ultimate contest between hope and destruction!

Alia tightly gripped the sword edge, her eyes flashing cold light, "Let us use the blade to cut the shackles of destiny, to restore a clear future to the Silver Moon!"

Her voice was resolute, sweeping away all fatigue, leaving only the fervent obsession with victory burning!

Annie prayed silently with the magic staff lowered, her eyes closed in concentration, attempting to alleviate pain and stabilize the knights’ mental state with warm holy light.

"As long as there is breath, we will not give up—because faith is stronger than death!"

Liya silently summoned the natural elements, using a blue spell to construct a thicker protective layer, providing crucial protection for the impending clash: "Guard your consciousness, I will use life to protect each soul!"

Space-time seemed to freeze, forming the most solemn and silent pre-battle tranquility in heaven and earth.

Everyone’s heart surged like waves, yet no one retreated, for this was the only path leading to the last hope of dawn!

They bore not only their lives but the future fate of the entire race!

This moment,

is it to succumb to temptation,

or to welcome the ultimate judgment?

David raised his longsword again, the blue-white holy flame resonating with the chaos core erupting, as the Milky Way descended onto the sea, kicking up immensely high waves!

His deep voice shook heaven and earth:

"With the bloodline of the Silver Moon Knight Order,

purifying the decay with dawn’s sacred flame,

I declare war on you!

Arrogant fallen deity, I will sever your shackles,

and let your darkness be eternally obliterated!"

As David’s sonorous oath fell, the nether black mist permeating the space began to surge violently, at this moment reaching the ultimate confrontation between abyssal and holy flame powers.

The gigantic magic array patterns on the ground emitted fierce blue-white light, flowing like a reverse Milky Way continuously.

David slowly closed his eyes, his whole body tense, pointing the giant sword vertically toward the altar center, where the dark flickering chaos core seemed to sense his will’s pulse, undulating in the dim light.

This energy drew the primal bloodline meditation method information rune from within him, engraved centuries back by the ancestors of the Silver Moon Knight Order using life and faith as soul encryption.