Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1319 - 615: Chaos Scripture

Hill stood solemnly at the forefront of Hongqiao, his silver armor baptized by moonlight, radiating a cold, fierce gleam.

He tightly gripped the Silver Sword, pressing its tip against the edge of space’s void, while numerous dark shadow creatures attempted to erode and steal the precious faith energy leading to the Corridor of End.

But Hill did not shy away; every swing of his sword was accompanied by thunderous roars, his Sword Qi cutting through shadows like a winter’s sharp blade, mercilessly eradicating the remnants of these shadow creatures, preventing them from advancing a single step.

"Here, no matter the cost, no malice is allowed to touch!"

At this moment, every member of the Witch Rider Corps stood firm, their expressions a mix of unwavering resolve and a hint of hidden fatigue, yet their eyes blazed with an unquenchable fire of hope.

This is not merely a desperate struggle against the Dark Forces, but also the most crucial part in the process of nurturing future peace and order, where they swear to protect the honor of generations!

Under the night sky of the Eternal Forest, the dark golden arch forged with Cosmic Mysteries grew increasingly brilliant, its edges shimmering with ever-flowing runes.

Under the new epoch cornerstone, every body, every spirit was woven into this immense Faith Network, resonating with the world’s Laws to form an indestructible foundation wall.

Under this protection, even if the world descends into turmoil again, there will be those who stand watch with infinite loyalty for the dawn light!

From deep within the dense forest came a deep and sinister roar, as the caverns demon leader led the remaining troops in stealth.

They wore black iron armor, their faces twisted with rage, eyes glistening with greed and hatred.

The leader tightly gripped a massive black Crystal Stone aloft above his head, known as the "Earth Veins Bomb," a forbidden Divine Artifact containing the destructive force to obliterate the earth’s foundation and shatter the forest’s life network.

"The End Corridor will crumble! Let this decaying world be reborn in flames and rupture!" the caverns demon leader roared, striking the stone towards the core of the World Tree.

Immediately, a loud bang resounded through the heavens, the earth splitting into several deep chasms, dust and rubble soaring upwards.

The tree roots trembled violently, moaning in agony as if torn by invisible hands.

At the altar, David perceived the anomaly, his gaze changed dramatically as scorching Chaos Fire erupted from his new Divine Body.

The Divine Body rooted steadily deep within the earth, he knelt on one knee, his Spiritual Power pouring out in torrents to counteract the pain tearing through the land.

His arms encompassed the heavens, with resolute will guiding the laws of life, slowly repairing the shattered tree roots.

In that moment, he felt his Divine Power rapidly depleting, a monumental cost for stabilizing the world’s core.

Though pain marked his face, there was no sign of retreat;

With runes on his forehead glistening incessantly like the brightest stars in the night, even within the darkest storm, they guided the way forward.

Cynthia arrived swiftly, her silver-blue sword blade slicing the air with a piercing chill, like the biting north wind of frigid winter directly targeting the traitor’s camp.

At the edge of the battlefield, she coldly eyed the caverns demon leader’s expression, mingled with both treacherous triumph and terror. "Traitor, you will pay the price for your desecration of life!"

She quickly unleashed the Ice Seal spell, an ice-blue light slicing through the void, freezing the caverns demon leader solidly in place.

His gaze fixed fervently on David’s direction, hatred burning in his heart, yet he remained unable to move, trapped within eternal ice shard shackles, not granted freedom!

The Witch Rider Corps, iron-blooded warriors, rushed into battle, their armor and blades gleaming in the moonlight forming an incisive edge.

Led by Hill, they wielded swords to slaughter the remnants of the caverns demon army, mercilessly blood-washing this nest of betrayal.

Each sword strike claimed a sinful soul, each charge demonstrated their resolve to defend their oath unto death.

Liya channeled Soul Power into the Defense Barrier, fortifying the Witch Rider Corps’ formation into an unbreakable wall, swiftly countering any ambush to stabilize the situation.

Meanwhile, Annie lurked behind the shadows, using mental attacks to disrupt the enemy’s awareness, plunging them into chaos and fear, securing a critical time window for the main forces.

Finally, when the last vestige of darkness was severed, the earth returned to tranquility, yet the altar’s edge remained buried in a thick atmosphere of solemn slaughter.

This victory, soaked in blood and tears, stands as the sternest warning to those who attempt to destroy the future’s faith!

David slowly rose, runes across his body radiating sacred light.

He solemnly declared, "Today’s battle demonstrated the importance of trust and loyalty and exposed the crisis lurking among the seventy-four tribes."

His gaze swept across everyone, "Any who betray our tribe’s alliance, their souls shall be eternally imprisoned in the Corridor of End layers, never to transcend, never to find peace."

With his words concluded, an eerie purple chain extended from the Chaos Core to the depths of the Abyss, sealing power from the redemption Divine Patterns tightly binding the souls of the Fallen, forever unable to escape the retribution of reincarnation!

Cynthia stood beside David, her expression solemn yet filled with resolve, "This is a price we must pay for development, and an indispensable part of safeguarding the future of all tribes."

Hill leaned on his sword beside her, a wry smile on his lips, "Brother, we stand with you, no matter how perilous the road ahead, we will guard each other and prevent any darkness from ever encroaching upon our homeland again!"

Lucia gently closed her eyes to pray, her silver robe softly swaying with the breeze, appearing exceptionally sacred beneath the moonlit glow.