Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1291 - 601: Divinity Ignites the Wilds

The sound of breaking gradually arose, and its intertwined limbs began to disintegrate and collapse unstably, like the ruin of an ancient castle long decayed, finally falling apart in the gale and storm.

At this critical moment, David firmly controlled the newborn divine light radiating warm blue holy brilliance from his chest, gently wrapping the fragile and unstable fragment of Yi Lin’s soul within.

Though this fragment was freed from the binding of the pollution clusters, it still hovered on the brink of life, each oscillation tugging at the heart, making him feel both relieved and more alert under undiminished pressure.

He whispered softly, "You must survive because this is our hope, and the future of the Silver Moon will not vanish."

The surrounding dark space produced slight ripples due to this purifying energy, and the invisible barrier seemed to tremble slightly from the redemptive divinity.

This was a small victory against the erosion of the fallen origin, but the serenity after victory was heartbreakingly brief.

David knew this was merely a fragile glimmer before a greater catastrophe.

His gaze was solemn and determined:

"Purifying this world will not only be a trial of will but also require a great price."

He realized that the root of all corruption was extremely stubborn, allowing no weakness or misjudgment, or it would lead to deeper despair.

"But I will not retreat; I will use every inch of my life’s blood and flesh to build a new dawn on this wasteland!"

The void sky rippled with faint blue due to the residual waves of the battlefield, no longer absolutely silent, but carrying a slight warmth, igniting a flame of hope in the warriors’ hearts.

For a moment, the dark pressure accumulated over years seemed somewhat alleviated, even if only for an instant, enough to let everyone regroup their faith and accumulate energy for the final decisive battle.

Liya and others conveyed a clear message from high above, witnessing Yi Lin’s soul re-illuminating, "She’s still alive! She’s still struggling!"

Cynthia, her entire body radiant with the runes of ice walls, shone even more brilliantly, "The freezing shackles are more secure!"

The Saintess’s prayers became even more devout and resounding, infusing all the knights with holy blessings.

They protected Yi Lin, also guarding the future beliefs of everyone!

David slowly turned to look back at the endless river of stars behind him, like the rotation of stars gathering in the torrent of time, all conveying to him: the true path of merging chaos and order, destruction and rebirth has just begun!

Salvation does not lie in individual heroism alone, but in the elegy composed by the collective will and faith!

His sword edge gently raised, drawing a brilliant arc in the void.

"Dawn has not yet arrived, but I will pave the way with my blood and will!" David’s voice was firm and powerful, like thunder piercing the clouds.

He knew this road, though full of thorns, was necessary for the mission he bore, and he would not take a step back!

In the desolate far northern wilderness, the wind and snow gradually calmed, and the sky revealed the faint light of dawn.

The "purification passage" woven by the Chaos Core and the rhythm of the stars slowly closed, like a blue and white lightning swallowed by the night.

David walked slowly out of the passage exit, holding tightly in his chest the fragile but reborn fragment of Yi Lin’s soul, a power faint yet enough to bear the last hope of the entire Silver Moon Kingdom.

The sky retained a "black scar" still writhing above the abyssal rift, much dimmer than before, but still coiling like a malevolent serpent, emitting a heart-wrenching corrosive aura in the air.

That shadow, like an eternal corrupt plague, tinged every inch of the battlefield with invisible peril.

David gazed at this remnant of darkness, his expression calm and resolute.

He knew this battle was only a temporary end, but the true path of purification had just begun, a path full of thorns and blood, yet unavoidable for rebirth.

On the shattered earth, figures clad in armor interwoven with Chaos Runes and arcane brilliance stood silently amid the wind and snow.

They were survivors, once standing firm in the Royal Court, now transformed into new members of the Royal Knight Order under Hill’s leadership.

Under Hill’s leadership, their silhouettes were distinct, as if carved from ice, yet exuding the indomitable human will.

Their armor bore scars of battle’s bloodstains and frozen frost, with each crack and mar engraving countless sacrifices and glory.

Though exhausted in body and mind, their gaze remained extraordinarily firm, that blue-silver chaos and arcane interwoven flowing, like the brightest star before dawn in this cold world, dispelling the dark despair.

Leader Hill stood in the center, his eyes bright and spirited, each breath stirring falling snowflakes.

All eyes focused on him, ready to witness an epoch-making vow.

Hill slowly walked toward David, his steps steady and powerful, every step seemingly resonating the prelude to a new era.

When he arrived in front of David, the entire scene fell silent, leaving only the sound of the gale gently brushing snowflakes onto the hard ground echoing in the vast world.

The air seemed to condense into an invisible altar, where power and faith would witness new succession.

Hill knelt on one knee, the highest loyalty ceremony symbol of the Royal Knight Order. Previously, they were just partners; now, it was the deepest submission from the soul.

He presented with both hands the medal once belonging to a fallen knight commander, inset with a deep blue gem shining with cold brilliance, and an ancient sword marked with honor and sacrifice, though rusted and mottled, still incredibly sharp.

These two symbols are the real and heavy marks left after the fracture of past glory, and also a testament to an undeniable vow of future missions.