Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1287 - 599: Chaos Brand

"Believe in me, accept it! Survive! Protect!" David’s thoughts coalesced into an invisible wave, rapidly spreading through the mental link to Hill and all the surviving knights who were not yet corrupted, who had endured the baptism of the holy flame, and whose hearts were indomitable.

In an instant, mysterious runes appeared in their soul cores like stars.

Each rune seemed to carry fragments of information that penetrated physical and will limits, deftly merging the divine power contained within the Chaos Core with the ancestral ancient Bloodline Meditation Method.

Hill was suddenly seized by intense pain throughout his body, cold sweat streaming from his forehead, his skin feeling both burned by flames and frozen by ice.

The once fiery and pulsating life force and fighting qi merged and transformed in an unprecedented manner, akin to the agonizing yet inevitable forging and tempering of steel in a searing blaze.

His eyes widened, the new brilliance of witchcraft illuminating deep within his soul emerged, ancient witchcraft symbols and Chaos Energy interwoven into a dazzling pattern spreading across his body like a spiderweb.

The spiritual pressure suddenly surged, yet a more resilient and pure new life force gradually anchored and took root among his bones and muscles.

The surrounding surviving knights also endured the same ordeal—some spat blood and collapsed, some grimaced yet still gritted their teeth to persist, some were reborn like a phoenix in the flames.

They were almost numb to the physical agony, sustained only by their inner beliefs through this ceremony of rebirth on the border of death.

Alia knelt on the ground, her hands gripping the sword hilt, sensing the invisible tides surging within her as she resonated marvelously with the newly acquired witchcraft power.

She slowly raised her head, her icy blue eyes sharper and more determined than ever as she whispered, "This is... our dawn."

Annie softly prayed, channeling her remaining Power of Sanctity into the great array, providing spiritual solace to the transforming ones, enabling them to withstand this cruel metamorphosis.

"May you protect the Silver Moon, not failing the trust of all beings."

Liya focused all her strength on stabilizing the environmental elements’ circulation, her fingers lightly touching the edge of the altar to arrange spell runes, flickering in a dark blue glow to repel the encroaching darkness, allowing the new witch-knights to steadfastly take root.

"You are the new hope, the dawn’s light first blossoming."

After a prolonged series of heartbeats passed, Hill was the first to complete the transformation.

He suddenly stood up, his entire body emitting a faintly cold azure crystal-colored brilliance.

He swung his sword with mighty arms, slicing through the void with a sword qi blended with fighting qi and arcane waves, shattering the old order of the world like an icy blade!

A strong smile formed upon his face, transformed from pain to resolute determination: "As a citizen of the Silver Moon, with this chaos imprint, I vow to protect the dawn, even if it means burning out my remaining life!"

Following Hill, the rest of the survivors stood up, their bodies experiencing subtle changes due to the fusion with witchcraft: skin appeared tougher, blood flowed with faint arcane ripples;

thoughts reacted as swiftly as an eagle;

combat instincts blended with mysterious magic, making them both blood and iron warriors with powerful arcane mastery—thus was born the true "witch-knights"!

On the battlefield, these new warriors cut through the long night like the stars of dawn, rallying their willpower, dispelling fear, using the rekindled flame of life to illuminate the path ahead.

In the whistling cold wind and dim sunset, they seemed to be phoenixes reborn in fire, eager to fly, standing tall in the heart of the abyss for Silver Moon!

David witnessed the transformations, a trace of a comforting smile on his lips, yet his eyes remained resolute.

He knew that though the path bristled with thorns, as long as these souls endured, hope and a future remained.

"We will forge a new Chapter with blood and belief!" he said in a deep voice, "Let the dark imprint go to hell!"

The Chaos Imprint activated their hidden talents within, bearing the ancient covenant, bridging past and future into the cosmic truth’s key!

It elevated these once ordinary or even dying humans from the ruins of despair, to face the impending ultimate trial in a renewed form.

The dawn light had yet to fully disperse the cold mist of the Far North wilderness, but deep within the Royal Court, an unprecedented awakening power had already caused a stir.

As the Chaos Imprint awakened, the witch-knights individually broke free from the bonds of pain, emitting a glow of interwoven dark blue and silver white.

The air was filled with a cold and pure magic power aura, seemingly freezing even time with this force.

Hill stood at the forefront of the team, his eyes as sharp as cold stars, donning the freshly forged witch-knight armor, its intertwining silver white and azure blue patterns echoed like soul rhythms.

He gripped the longsword which, infused with the power of the Chaos Core, radiated brilliant new energy, blending holy flame with arcane flame.

With each breath, he stirred the wind and snow into a gentle swirl, like the coldest storm in the Far North wilderness.

"Witch-knights," Hill’s voice was steady and filled with rallying power, "we are no longer mere warriors, nor traditional mages!

By utilizing the Chaos Imprint and Bloodline Meditation Method, let our will guide the runes, requiring no spells, only thoughts to instantly cast divine arts! Let the abyssal corrupters witness the Silver Moon’s rebirth edge!"

As his words finished, brilliant runes quickly flashed from their palms, weapons, and armor surfaces, dancing beautifully like fragments of the galaxy.

They did not pause but swiftly engaged in battle.

A lithe figure, eyes glowing with azure blue light, a witch-knight raised a long spear, its surface ensnared with Frost Runes and soul ripples.

He focused his qi, projecting his will into the weapon, and instantly the spear’s tip burst forth with a magnificent icy crystal radiance.