Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1321 - 616: The Gods’ Crusade

Each time magic is released, it stirs up endless waves of law energy, like a sharp blade forged in purgatory.

The runes on the foreheads of the witch knights flicker with a fiery green light, and their eyes are full of determination and persistence.

In this land of trial by fire, they continuously hone their bodies and minds, unafraid of death, just to protect the future of all races.

The Chaos Star Pool is a realm both deep and blue, where star fragments float like fireflies in the tranquil void.

The witches lower their brows in concentration, their fingertips gently touch the floating runes, analyzing and reorganizing the details of broken laws. The air is filled with a faint arcane aftertaste, a melody of the universe’s principles gradually being revealed and rewritten.

Rays of starlight surge from their chests, resonating with the Chaos Core, recondensing broken rules into stable order.

This is a land where wisdom and magic intertwine, a significant holy hall where the light of reason shines upon the dark unknown.

The Oath Eternal Holy Hall stands solemn and grave, its towering stele forest engraved with countless real names of heroic spirits, each stone emitting a faint silver-white cold glow, as if eternal oaths are embedded within.

There echoes a low murmur, the voice of the sacrificed heroic souls singing immortal hymns.

They exchanged their lives for peace, inscribing historical testimony amongst the stele forest, becoming the source of power remembered and followed by later generations.

Pillars of silver light pierce through the sky, connecting the Oath Eternal Holy Hall with the heavens and earth, making faith as solid and indestructible as rock.

These three divine domains revolve around each other, complementing each other, collectively constructing the solid network of the Newborn Divine Kingdom.

Within this space, countless elemental energies surge and grow, like life vines climbing and intertwining, each detail showcasing the common glory of all races and the birth of new order.

Liliana—the leader of the new generation who once guided the witches through countless tribulations, harboring steadfast belief.

She slowly steps into the Royal Court Governance Hall at this moment, clad in a blue-black robe, her deep purple eyes reflecting endless wisdom and compassion.

Under the gaze of all, she solemnly accepts the identity of the first governor of the Divine Kingdom, clasping her hands together and nodding slightly, saying, "I will protect this contract with justice and lead all races toward dawn with faith."

Representatives of various races step forward to offer gifts, each with faces full of respect and hope, yet also bearing the heavy burden of responsibility for the future.

They witness the miracle of the Divine Kingdom’s birth, feeling a wave of passion, but even more profoundly, an unwavering determination to face the challenges and adversities ahead.

In the distance, the flames reflected off the Redemption Fire Plains redden the face of David, steadfast and unwavering on the altar, as he glances towards the Chaos Star Pool, where star fragments shimmer, a gentle smile gracing his lips, "This is the new world we have forged together, a place where the glory and hope of all races blossom."

Cynthia plunges her sword into the earth, her silver-white cloak billowing in the wind, "The guardians are in place, no matter how the storm rages, we shall stand undefeated."

Hill stands firm at the forefront of the Hongqiao, gripping the hilt of his sword, gazing into the distance, "The enemy wreaks havoc upon the world, we construct an iron wall with loyalty, preventing any shadow of evil from stepping into our homeland."

Lucia softly chants with eyes closed, a soft thread of the magic net weaving through the air, intertwining with floating petals, "May the magic net flourish like a forest, ensuring the newborn world is peaceful and prosperous."

Annie hides in the shadowed corner, lifting the corners of her mouth subtly, using calm insight to predict the next battle, "Though shadows may briefly encroach, justice will ignite an even brighter dawn."

Suddenly, a faint fluctuation emanates from the depths of the void, gently washing into his consciousness like the ocean’s tide against the reef.

It is the incarnation of the ancient divine beings of Ocean and Elf descending, their forms flickering like congealed shapes of mist and leaves.

The Ocean God is clad in blue ripples, vast like the endless waves of the abyss;

The Elf God is adorned in a silver-white moonlight veil, his eyes sparkling with ancient wisdom and concern.

"David," the Ocean God’s voice is deep and resounding, like the impact of deep sea waves against rock walls, "The ancient gods have awakened, they have sensed the new order you have sparked."

The Elf God’s incarnation sighs softly, the sound tinged with the sorrow of ages, "Beyond the End Corridor lies a broader and more treacherous board game, you have become the most dangerous variable."

She frowns slightly, her silver hair gently stirring in the breeze, yet before gradually collapsing and dissipating, she gazes at David, "You must proceed with caution, otherwise the entire cosmos will be plunged into a chaotic frenzy because of your existence."

David stares at the two ancient beings, the flame of determination flickers in his eyes, yet cannot hide the slight furrow of his brow.

He slowly extends his palm, unveiling a dark fissure in the void, capturing a fragment of memory from the depths of the Chaos Core—"Creation Experiment Field."

In the memory, the endless abyss rolls like a black torrent, various forbidden runes interweaving into an indescribably large apparatus.

A group of ancient creators buried in the dust of history manipulate this space, attempting to harness the power of the laws of heaven and earth to shape a newborn world, only to usher in countless disasters and curses.

The roar of machines, pulses of strange energy, shattered realities intersperse, each scene heart-stopping.

"This is... the immortal experimental field that once attempted to reshape the origin of heaven and earth..." David’s eyes turn cold.

He senses that twisted power still lurking between the rifts of time and space, like a dormant beast waiting for awakening.

Accompanied by the fading of memory images, the two incarnations also gradually retreat from sight, leaving only the rustle of leaves in the wind, distinctly clear in the tranquil night.

Surrounding guardians pause to look sideways, some faces show concern, others grip their weapons tightly, but more are filled with trust and support for their master.