Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1322 - 616: Divine Crusade (Part 2)

They understand that this thorny new epoch road still requires more courage and wisdom to face unknown threats.

David looked up at the starry sky, where countless stars shone like sharp blades, slowly cutting through the darkness.

His gaze was firm: "Since I am the key to this game, I shall take on this responsibility. Though destiny is heavy, I will never back down!"

Cynthia gripped the sword handle tightly as she approached, her eyes cold and fierce, "Brother, regardless of what storm may come, we will walk alongside you, not allowing any crisis to tear apart our homeland."

Lucia’s prayer rang out, her hands clasped together trembling lightly, "May the heavens protect our faith, so that dawn always illuminates the path of Brightness."

The Royal Court of Light rests at the peak of the sky, golden light bathing the entire square, sacred and resplendent like the first light of dawn.

The halls are towering and grand, inlaid with countless holy runes, emitting eternal waves of spiritual power.

Within the hall float countless brilliant star fragments, each one gathering the majesty and will of the divine.

At this moment, the deities are gathered here. The Holy Light God wears a silver-white Holy Robe, like the purest beam of light in the morning, reflecting all around.

His brows furrowed, eyes scanning like torches, at the deities gathered in the hall, his voice solemn and severe: "The chaotic Divine Kingdom created by David is eroding the faith order like a dark tide, disturbing the balance of all realms, we cannot sit idly by."

A sudden fiery red flame appeared in the hall, projection of the God of War.

He wore battle armor, his eyes burning with endless rage, turning the surrounding space into a bloody hue.

He slowly lifted a heavy warhammer, the hammer head inlaid with shattered and dazzling remnants of authority, a symbol left by countless wars sweeping the heavens in the past.

"With this broken authority as a stake, I am willing to enlist the God of Conspiracy, together forming a crusade alliance to completely crush the chaos’ rampage!"

The shadow worm form emerged in the dark corner, its body twisting and changing, countless tentacles entwining in the void.

Its eyes flickered with strange cold light, responding in an icy voice: "Conspiracy is the foundation of all things, I am willing to share this grand play of tearing the world’s order with darkness and cunning as my blade."

The three forces met each other’s gaze, a silent contest brewing in the air.

Eventually, they all placed their palms on the colossal divine oracle stone pillar, a dazzling silver-blue energy surged forth—the "Crusade Oracle" was officially signed.

It was a declaration of united faith, power, and authority to combat David’s chaotic force.

Immediately after, a colossal Teleportation Gate spanning planes slowly opened, its edges imprinted full of complex runes and the aura of forbidden curses.

From the gate emerged the vast Angel Corps, armored in gold and silver, wings spread like flames of dawn;

War puppets walked heavily, each iron-armored giant carrying destructive weapons; shadow worms swept across the Dark Domain like an underworld toxic tide.

Liya stood before the Star Gnomon, her countenance grave and meticulous, her nimble hands deftly touched the ancient mechanism to adjust the trajectory of star movement.

"In seven days," her voice low yet clear, "the warnings from the edges of realms indicate: ’Divine Punishment’ will descend upon the Northern Territory of Bright Continent.

This is an inevitable catastrophe, also the pivotal defense on our last stand."

The hall’s atmosphere suddenly tightened, each person’s eyes sharp as a blade, slicing through the oppressive feeling in the space.

Some whispered, some clenched their fists and gritted their teeth, but more were filled with unwavering resolve, determined to defend their homeland to the death.

The Holy Light God spoke again: "We must act swiftly, with iron-blooded will defending the old order, otherwise the newly-borne chaos will tear the entire cosmos apart!

Everyone, this alliance is not only a contest of power but also the ultimate battle of faith!"

The war divine artifact buzzed, he chuckled coldly: "Slaughter will cleanse decay, regardless of the cost, we shall triumph!"

The shadow worm whispered, "The curtain has risen, this is the most critical step in reshaping the cosmic chess game."

Its tentacles gently brushed the void, manipulating the threads of hidden fate as if.

Thus the curtain was lifted, a new epoch weaving faith, life and death, glory and destruction is about to turn!

The three divine forces fell like meteors into the world.

The power they carry is like a storm, tearing this once peaceful land into a myriad of scars.

The golden-winged Angel Corps descended first, their formations orderly, holding Light Spears of Judgment, each spear infused with the burning power of justice and judgment.

As they set foot on the Earth, countless rocks shattered in the flames, mountain ranges disintegrated into dust like crystals.

Spears of Light pierced the void like meteors cutting through the night sky, shooting out rapidly, each penetration into the Earth burying infinite chastisement energy, melting the rocks into scorching lava.

"Noble will shall burn away the decay!" The leading angel’s expression was stern, his eyes fixed on the battlefield ahead, the golden wings lightly fluttering in the wind, displaying grand solemnity.

His voice carried the power of thunder, letting all allies feel the unshakable holy mission.

Meanwhile, the war puppets crushed the plains with heavy iron hooves, ruthlessly trampling the once lush Earth.

The roar of alchemy giant cannons was deafening, a destructive weapon left by ancient war craftsmen, each cannon shot woven with flame and steel resulted in a melody of destruction.

The outer walls of Silver Moon Fortress trembled violently under the continuous bombardment, chunks of heavy stone bricks gradually collapsed and fell, like the remnants exposed after the tide recedes.

The puppet leader’s broad and rusty armor glimmered blood-red under the war flames, his stern face seemed to slice through every thread of enemy resistance:

"Flatten all resistance, this is the will of war!"

The shadow worms lay dormant underground, their surface exuding sticky mucus, continuously infiltrating the veins of the Earth and the domain of souls.

These dark parasites corrode all life with a terrifying spiritual plague, entwining into countless tentacle nets, tightly binding the will of life.

On the land they ravaged, all signs of life gradually withered and decayed, leaving only a piece of dead black soil.

The swarm leader’s compound eyes flickered strangely cold light, it grinned and whispered: "Corrode, destroy, devour, this is my destiny, the only cruel game rule at the crossroads of the new epoch."

In the distant battlefield, smoke of war blanketed, the Earth trembled constantly.

An enormous projection of the Divine Kingdom unfolded abruptly, this is the "Final Corridor" constructed by David pouring all his divine power, a vision like a majestic galactic river in the cosmos enveloping the land, gathering thousands of law energies to defend against external invasion.

David stood at the center of the altar, his eyes blazing with fiery chaotic flames, his body runes gleaming with gold-green ripples.

He raised his arms high, stabilizing the projection of the Divine Kingdom while issuing a resonant roar: "Final Corridor, founded on my belief, pillars of sacrifice by myriad tribes!

Despite the storm raging, we swear to guard this realm!"

Though under the protection of the Divine Kingdom, a huge price follows.

He felt his divine power rapidly draining, the chaotic flames flooding out from within like a dam bursting, yet still unable to completely block the destructive waves caused by the three forces’ fierce attack.

In his field of vision, many border cities have already been reduced to ruins, those once indestructible fortresses now transformed into scorched rubble, the hot smokes blanketing the ruined skies.

Collapsed walls, broken beams stretched across the streets, alleys ignited vibrant flames;

Crying mingled with the bleak wind, echoing for a long time amidst the ruins.

Survivors fled in terror, some armored yet already lost the will to fight, hiding behind the remnants quietly praying for dawn;

Others gripped rusty swords resolutely charging and fighting, exchanging blood for a moment’s breath.

Hill stood before the collapsed city gate, his silver armor battered yet still tall and firm.

He clutched his sword, gazing at the devastated avenue, though frost adorned his temples, the fire in his eyes remained unextinguished. "Here, is our last line of defense.

I will not allow any enemy to step over a single inch!"