Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1361: Dark Iron Charter

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Previously on Wizard: Stronger through Marriage...
The council hall was thrown into chaos by a sudden vibration and a red alert from the monitoring station, indicating a crack in the 74th layer of the seal leading to an unknown void rift. David ordered an elite scouting team and emergency defenses, while Hill volunteered to lead the mission to the sealing point. Cynthia readied the Beastmaster troops and Witch Rider Soldiers to form a defense line, and other races deployed their resources. Reina activated advanced defensive technology to minimize damage, and the Floating City was enveloped in protective energy. Hill led the witch riders to the sealing node, vowing to defend against the unknown, while Cynthia led the beastmaster knights. In the lab, Reina worked on stabilizing the ecosystem, and an engineer warned of the fracture's rapid expansion. David recognized this as a trial for their era, emphasizing unity and faith. Liliana reported success in a purification action but noted lingering risks. Hill reported that the enemy's momentum was curbed but the war was not over, vowing to continue fighting. Cynthia described the conflict as a test of soul and will. David announced the formation of the 'Dark Iron Guard' to stabilize multidimensional space, composed of witch riders and golem elites, which Reina confirmed would integrate magic and technology.

Chapter 1361: Chapter 636: Dark Iron Charter

The Mixed Golems will bolster our Physical Strength and endurance in this protracted war, allowing us to stand unshaken even in the darkest hour.”

Cynthia was clad in silver-blue Battle Armor, her eyes sharp as a hawk. “I have already dispatched beast-king Soul Power Magicians to join the ‘Ironshade Guard’.

Through star-etched conduits they can channel beast-soul power, granting the frontline comrades spiritual support and Soul shelter.

When we face the erosion of the Ancient God’s residual consciousness, this power will be crucial above all.”

The atmosphere in the conference chamber was suffocating. Everyone understood that this was not merely an armed conflict, but an ultimate struggle concerning Soul redemption and the fate of futures across many realms.

David focused, closing his eyes for a moment, then walked slowly toward the Floating City Teleportation Gate control console.

“I will personally lead the squad to the site of the 74th rift layer,” his voice was steady and resolute.

“There, we must repair the ‘World Anchor’—it is the vital hub preventing multi-dimensional space from collapsing, and it is bound up with the stability of the entire Cosmos.

I hope every comrade understands: this is not merely a war, but a journey of redemption and self-transcendence.”

Reina bowed slightly in salute and spoke softly: “Within the escort team, I will carry the newly developed anti-phase stealth Shield device and monitor the spread of the rift in real time.

Any anomaly will be relayed to the command center at once.”

Cynthia tightened her grip on the beast-fang Scepter and said with hardened resolve: “I will also accompany the mission in person, providing spiritual support through the star-etched beast-soul sorcerers.

At the same time, I will station part of the beast-king forces to remain at headquarters for Defense, in case of unforeseen events.”

Her gaze was incomparably steadfast, the icy glint within it seeming capable of piercing all Mist.

Hill, without a moment’s hesitation, moved to David’s side. In a deep voice he declared, “The elite witch-knights are fully armed and ready. No matter what horrors we face, I swear to protect you and every member of the team with my life.”

He once more lifted high his Bloodstained Longsword, its ice-blue gleam like a blade cleaving through the clouds.

With the resolution passed, the newly formed ‘Ironshade Guard’ swiftly assembled at the training base.

The thunder of colossal gears resounded to the heavens, sparks flying from the forging workshops, and a ghostly blue radiance flared as Magic Runes were engraved into steel bodies.

These mechanical Giants stood in the heart of the factory, like steel titans from ancient myth awaiting awakening.

The witch-knights formed ranks with perfect precision, clad in silver-black Armor, every Shield emblazoned with a rune-carved wolf-fang totem symbolizing unyielding resilience.

On the training grounds, hooves kicked up dust where sparks and ash interwove and soared. They brandished blades, unleashed arcane incantations, ceaselessly honing body and will in their final preparations for the coming Abyssal campaign.

Several days later, a hidden Teleportation Array within the New Hongqiao Floating City came to life. A Rune gate inlaid with arcane Crystal slowly opened, rippling with dark waves.

David led the members of the ‘Ironshade Guard’ into it. A gust of bone-piercing wind, laced with the tremors of the void, rushed toward them. Their skin shivered, yet none stepped back.

They descended at the site of the sealing node on the 74th layer—a wasteland of Earth remnants devoured by twisted void, endless fissures exhaling streams of pitch-black air, like nightmare creatures baring their claws and coiling within.

Dust thickened the air; every breath carried a scorching sting. In the distance, strange Runes flickered upon crumbling, collapsed walls—that was where the surviving core of the ‘World Anchor’ lay.

David halted, bracing himself upon his staff as he gazed up at the unstable structure, ceaselessly writhing and contorting beneath the shattered sky.

A faint but unwavering and gentle smile touched his lips. “This is our mission: with mortal wisdom, courage, and faith, to lever this foundation back onto its proper course, and return to all things a secure place of belonging.”

Suddenly, a low, eerie, and distorted murmur echoed all around—the Ancient God’s residual consciousness had silently arisen, taking form as formless shadows that gnawed upon the order of space.

A cluster of gray silhouettes gradually coalesced, like rotting tendrils coiling over nearby rock faces, ceaselessly releasing waves of erosion that sent the surrounding arcane currents surging into violent abnormality.

Cynthia drew forth the star-etched Protective Talisman hanging at her breast and raised it high above her head.

A stream of resplendent silver-blue flux immediately expanded outward, flowing from her fingertips over the bodies of all their companions.

This was a rare and pure Soul Power—through star-etched Secret Techniques she guided the wild beast-souls to infuse them, granting every Arbiter additional spiritual shelter and temporary resistance against corruption.

Like the brightest hope in space-time, its radiance scattered gloom and ill fate!

Hill stepped forward, drew his blade, and charged, entangling himself with the gray shadows.

His face was stern and unyielding, and amid howling wind and snow and flying shards of stone he displayed inexhaustible heroic fervor.

“No matter how great the darkness, it will fall before our faith!” His battle-cry shattered the sky as his icy Longsword tore through the void with a piercing shriek, like a blade severing the root of decay!

Reina brushed the air lightly with her fingertips, and strings of intricate arcane chants slipped softly from her lips.

“Anti-phase array, activate!” She awakened the myriad filaments of the holographic console, tuning her own arcane engine to optimal output.

A jagged barrier of ice-blue Energy swiftly spread to enshroud them all, effectively isolating portions of the void’s interference and corrosive sources, greatly enhancing the team’s survivability and operational efficiency.

Upon this threshold of suffering, the Earth’s rifts widened ever more violently, yet the Watchers gradually shaped themselves into an unshakable wall of bronze and iron.

With flesh and blood they forged a Shield, with faith they endured the onslaught, and with wisdom they mended the fractures in the order of space.