Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1305 - 608: Divine Statues

"This Holy Scripture... hides secrets far beyond our imagination." She whispered softly, her voice filled with reverence, and a hint of unease.

The group sat around, each person’s fatigue and tension were infected by the solemn atmosphere.

Liya tightly gripped the Staff of Life, her gentle yet determined gaze directed at Lucia, "Though the Pope’s shadow manipulation magic technique revealed external darkness, the ’Holy Scripture of Light’ is a key to unveiling the cosmic truth."

David stood by the window, gazing at the stars flickering across the dark night.

He felt the chaos core within him being subtly drawn by some force, relentlessly agitating.

He gently closed his eyes, an indescribable sense of oppression surfaced in his heart.

It was the aura emitted by the Ancient God Yog-Sotos that subtly permeated his soul.

"Fate... has been quietly inscribed." David murmured to himself, slowly clenching his fist, as blue-white holy flames subtly ignited throughout his body, like the last resilient flame before the dawn.

At this moment, Lucia finally stopped her reading, slowly raised her head, her silver eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Here... I found the critical forbidden Chapter: ’One who merges three hearts shall become the new God, but their soul must endure a thousand years of isolation.’

The group’s faces all changed slightly upon hearing this.

Hill’s brows tightly furrowed, his body as steady as a mountain now revealed an inescapable worry, "Three hearts become one?

Does this mean ’merging life, shadow, light’ as the Pope spoke, becoming the ruler of the new era?"

Cynthia coldly gazed into the distance, "A thousand years of isolation means becoming a new God is not just a gain of power, but an eternal torment of the soul and a punishment of isolating from worldly emotions."

Liya tightened her grip on the hilt, the warm Life Rune shining even more fiercely, "Perhaps due to this, we must uphold free will, not let anyone hide the truth of enslavement with false dreams of creation."

The air gradually grew heavy and solemn, under the gentle blue-purple light emitted by the Arcane Array, everyone was immersed in thoughts about an unpredictable future fate yet necessarily facing the truth.

"I can feel my soul already beginning to be tainted by the Ancient God’s aura," David’s voice was low, yet full of determination, "This power surges like a tide, sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce — it gives me boundless wisdom but also makes me painfully struggle.

But I must control it, otherwise, I shall become what I fear the most."

He turned to gaze at the group, his eyes firm like stars reflecting upon the night sky of the plains, fearless and fervent: "We are facing not only the Pope but also the threat of dormant, waiting cosmic powers lurking in the foundations of the universe.

I won’t let myself be sacrificed, nor will I allow any conspiracy to swallow our future!"

Liya slowly walked beside David, placing her palm on his shoulder, silently conveying encouragement through the Life Rune: "You are not alone, all of our wills will turn into a torch to illuminate this long night."

Hill held the sword to his chest, speaking word by word: "Belief is our only shield and the sharpest blade! No matter how distant the future is, we must guard our domain of freedom with our hearts!"

Cynthia sheathed the Ice Cold Sword Blade, speaking calmly yet firmly, "Every guardian will eventually face the darkness inside, but only awakening can guide the light of dawn.

No delusions are allowed to disrupt our mission!"

Outside the camp, the wind and clouds surged.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning slashed across the sky, winding like a purple silver snake, tearing open a hole after layers of clouds, allowing the brilliance of the galaxy to pour through the gap, as though the world was ushering in a baptism of destiny.

Lucia stood by the window, raising her left hand, a delicate arcane pattern flew from her fingertips, exploding into dazzling starlight in resonance with the runes within the floating array in the room.

"Time may be turbulent and twisted, but justice never perishes. This forbidden Chapter reminds us that even bearing isolation in becoming a God, we cannot abandon the precious emotions of the mortal world, otherwise, we shall lose ourselves and fall into the abyss like the Pope."

The candlelight flickered within the room, though people’s faces were exhausted, they were even more determined.

They knew that the war for the new era of merging three hearts and resistance for freedom had quietly begun;

The massive chessboard hidden behind the flow of time was gradually unfolding, and the true protagonists might indeed be themselves...

Everyone’s chest vigorously heaved with breath, they together gazed at that scroll of ’Holy Scripture of Light,’ its forbidden Chapters like a black hole within the vast galaxy with strong gravitational pull, yet irresistibly attracting everyone’s spiritual focus.

The text seemed to whisper from another era, also like a warning from the future across time and space, making them have to stay doubly vigilant: Only through persistence in belief, illuminating hope with wisdom, even facing the most vividly painted and terrifying truth, they must bravely welcome the dawn!

Gazing at the vast starry sky outside the window, they silently vowed: We cannot allow the world to sink into eternal isolation, but must break free from shackles, paving a path of true freedom for all living beings!

The Witch Rider Corps was fully prepared, stepping lightly into the last fortress of the Eternal Night Council, a dark fortress hiding countless secrets and conspiracies.

David stood at the forefront of the team, clad in armor surrounded by blue-white holy flames, the fierce flames reflecting his unwavering gaze.

He took a breath of the night wind, feeling the oppressive and twisted ominous aura pervading the air.

Every step taken seemed to tread upon the heavy fate, also sounding the bell of impending justice.

"Morse... we are coming." Hill said coldly, his hand gripping the longsword, its blade gleaming with cold light, stabbing the soul like an icy sharp edge under the moonlight.