Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1304 - 607: Parasitic Purification War_2

He took a deep breath and clenched his fist tightly, "Everyone, no matter how difficult the future may be, as long as we still hold onto our beliefs, this continent will surely usher in a new order of spring and autumn!"

Cynthia’s sword tip tapped the green stone slab, each strike splashing frost fragments.

"To guard is not just a duty, it’s an oath, it flows in our blood, it is the eternal soul!"

Lucia faced the distant sky, her silver eyes gazing through the thin clouds to see strands of dawn quietly breaking through the firmament.

"Though the river of time may wind and meander, the truth will never be extinguished.

This ’Star Orbit Calibration Instrument’ shall become our beacon, guiding the lost back home."

As her final whisper fell, the massive "Star Orbit Calibration Instrument" at the center of the base camp began to release ever purer, clearer power, with small gears dancing wildly and their diffused arcane energy rippling out like waves, resonating with the clouds in the sky and forming an immortal hymn belonging to the prologue of a new era!

At this moment, the faces of countless loyal Guardians were filled with fatigue, yet in front of this magnificent spectacle, their flames of hope burned even stronger;

They knew that even if the path was rugged, as long as their belief did not collapse, no twisted reality could completely crush the spirit forged through their struggles!

The night has not yet receded, the road still needs to be traversed, yet dawn is near.

And this new Divine Artifact, the crystallization of ancient wisdom and modern courage, shall become the firm reliance for all to resist the Dark Storm and seek the truth of the future!

The night lay low, the lights of the Witch Rider Corps base camp remained brilliant, yet they couldn’t hide the heaviness and urgency within their hearts.

With the activation of the "Star Orbit Calibration Instrument," the spatial rhythms gradually settled into stability, yet the conspiracy lurking in the dark was far from ended.

David gathered with Liya, Lucia, Cynthia, and Hill at the entrance of the underground archive.

Here, hidden in the deepest part of the ancient Church, secrets locked away for centuries awaited them to uncover.

The heavy iron door was engraved with complex runes, rustling in the wind, as if guarding countless little-known darknesses.

"This time, we must clear it completely," Liya tightly gripped her long staff, determination flashing in her eyes, "Any remnants of corruption could become seeds of future catastrophe."

David nodded, the blue-white sacred flame around him slightly rising, and he said in a deep voice, "If the Pope’s shadow isn’t completely eradicated, he will continue to entangle us using those dark lines."

The interior of the archive was deep and cold, the air filled with the musty smell and the scorched scent left by burnt old paper.

The walls were hung with countless scrolls and secret tomes, each recording the secret and shocking side of the Church over the centuries.

Annie, as the Mind Purifier, walked lightly into the depths at this moment, her face calm, with a determination and sharpness between her brows.

She slowly closed her eyes and touched the cold stone wall with her fingertips, a gentle yet sharp spiritual wave burst forth from her, piercing the dark void like a shriek.

"I sense... it’s the whisper from the cluster consciousness of the parasites." Annie opened her bright, star-like eyes and softly said, "They are lurking in the Pope’s woven web, completely devouring and controlling over a hundred Bishops."

Everyone’s expressions turned grim, this meant not only had the power center been infiltrated, but more importantly, these Bishops, originally key nodes for guarding faith and order, had become puppets wielding will under dark manipulation.

Liya’s face was pale, but the Life Rune in her hand glowed with warm golden light, "These parasites not only erode the body but also corrupt the soul. If we don’t purify them quickly, they will become an undead legion spreading a plague of destruction."

Cynthia drew her sword, the silver blade reflecting her cold and fearless expression, "We must sever this filthy root, no matter the cost!"

David gazed into the distant void, the Chaos Core’s vague fluctuations intensified, he sensed the unusual vibrations brought by the parasites.

He walked slowly towards Annie, "Annie, are you ready? This purification will be a contest of the limits of soul and will!"

Annie nodded, placed her hands together on her chest, and a gentle yet impactful ripple spread from her palms, she began chanting an ancient spell, the sound sometimes sharp and piercing like an eagle’s cry cutting through clouds, at other times low and rich like the wind in a valley.

In an instant, a strong and pure Mind Energy erupted, forming a bright light screen within the entire archive, enveloping the dark parasites that had long been lurking in the Bishops’ consciousnesses.

These parasites, like venomous spiders, struggled frantically once trapped, entangled into a vast mental webbing structure, expanding from barely visible dots into a giant spatial web, constantly eroding and threatening the stability of the surrounding environment.

The light screen reflected their hideous and twisted forms, like countless twisted spider threads twitching and constricting, endless tendrils extending out, appearing agonized under the pressure of the strong light yet repeatedly attempting to escape the bonds.

Annie’s face gradually turned pale, yet she did not retreat, she used mental screeching to enhance the magical assault on each tendril, every time a mental crack formed, part of the parasites would be stripped and shattered, dissipating into fine dust in the air.

"Stay focused... don’t slacken!" Lucia continuously adjusted the arcane array on the perimeter to ensure stable energy supply, allowing Annie to continue her spellcasting without interruption.

"The Chaos Core’s activity is unusually lively, we can’t allow any loopholes!"

Hill, on the other hand, guarded the surroundings vigilantly, his silver armor reflecting cold light, each sword strike severing small mutant demons trying to breach the defenses.

His gaze was sharp like a hawk’s, constantly looking back to check on the internal progress of the purification to ensure everything was proceeding smoothly: "Everyone, be careful, this is the last line of defense!"

Time seemed to stand still yet sped by, and under the high-frequency oscillation of multiple spells interwoven, the spiritual shadows constructed by the parasites finally began to collapse and disintegrate.

As the last sharp screech pierced the void, they let out a wretched howl, sliced into countless fragments that scattered and melted away.

Simultaneously, an ancient tome floated down from within to the ground—"Pope Shadow Manipulation Technique Manual."

Everyone’s expressions turned fierce as they saw those yellowed, old pages, yet the arcane runes swirling around it still maintained their active flow.

This was evidently an extremely precious and forbidden piece of important information, detailing the methodology of implanting dark parasites to control followers, and establishing a vast puppet Empire through the manipulation of consciousness networks!

Liya immediately bent down and carefully picked up the tome, cautiously flipping through each page.

"This is the core of their manipulative conspiracy!

As long as we grasp these, we can counter their infestation plans and warn more loyalists against corruption."

David looked at everyone: "Now we face not just surface opposition, but an ultimate battle between free will and the shackles of enslavement.

This line of puppets must be completely severed, no matter the cost!"

Lucia gazed up at the star-studded night sky, her voice determined: "Justice will not be late, as long as we hold onto our beliefs, human civilization will once again shine with brilliance, and those who attempt to seize fate are destined to be judged by history!"

Cynthia sheathed her sword, calmly looking ahead, "Prepare to face the next phase of challenges, there are even more daunting roads waiting for us to conquer..."

The secret archive within the Witch Rider Corps base camp was dimly lit, yet it revealed a certain mysterious tranquility.

The air carried the mixed scents of old tome parchment and arcane residues, with faint runes occasionally glowing with a soft blue light in the silence, seeming to respond to some ancient rhythm.

Lucia sat at a stone table carved with complex runes, her hands gently touching the thick, yellowed "Holy Scripture of Light."

Her silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, flowing gently like moonlight.

She frowned slightly, her gaze deep and focused, as if conversing with the mysterious power inherited from hundreds of years ago with each page turned.