Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1370 - 640: Law Avalanche (Part 2)

Returning to Sofia’s side, she formed seals with her hands, and dark shadows surged from her fingertips, cascading like a waterfall toward the three lighthouses.

These dark tendrils swallowed the light around the lighthouses completely, and an invisible pressure caused the surrounding space to begin warping and cracking.

At that time, the silver-white barrier line of the "Frosty Winter Barrier" had shown cracks, teetering like a precariously tall building.

Some guardians, pale-faced, used their last ounce of strength to release Holy Light to resist the encroachment.

Yet in the face of this massive shadowy torrent, they seemed so fragile and helpless.

Hill stood atop the guard post, watching the scene before him shatter gradually, a heavy and unprecedented anxiety rising within him.

"If we can’t stabilize the barrier, it’s not just a border crisis, but a matter of the entire Divine Kingdom’s survival."

He gripped the hilt of his bloodstained sword tightly, the blade reflecting a faint blue light, like the last hard layer of ice before dawn.

He turned and issued orders into the city, "All troops, immediately mobilize and fully support the Frosty Winter Barrier defense line!"

Meanwhile, far away outside the New Rainbow Bridge council hall, a bright moon slowly rose, casting its cold, silent light over the earth.

David closed his eyes in contemplation, knowing that this new surge incited by "Fallen Star" utilizing Sofia was a stern test of the resilient will and wisdom of the Mortal Age.

He murmured softly, "Only by uniting all races, with unwavering determination to build a truly immortal order, can we welcome the dawn."

David stood by the towering silver-white windows of the council hall, gazing into the vast and desolate Northwest Region.

It used to be the most solid link of the Divine Kingdom’s border and an important bond for the common prosperity of multiple races.

However, at this moment, that land was shrouded in an indescribable ominous atmosphere.

"The tremors of the earth veins... not natural," David murmured, gripping the phase dagger marked with ancient runes and shimmering with a ghostly blue ripple.

The lingering resonance from the dagger seemed to foretell the disaster from the depths of the void.

Suddenly, a violent tremor emanated from beneath, extinguishing the candle flames in the hall, leaving only a blazing flash cleaving the sky like thunder from outside the window.

Representatives exclaimed in surprise, some hurriedly grabbing onto tables and chairs, while others looked around pale-faced.

"This is... a Law Avalanche!" a seasoned Priest exclaimed tremulously, his hands shaking, unable to face the gradually distorting landscape of the earth.

The term Law Avalanche, long a forbidden term among legends of all realms, had now truly descended upon the world of the Mortal Age.

It signified a fundamental order undergoing unprecedented shocks, with the balance of multiple realms on the verge of collapse.

David’s gaze was resolute, yet he also felt the unrelenting extraction of divine power within him. He closed his eyes, immersing his consciousness deeply in the flow of chaos, using his will and conviction to forcibly freeze the spread of this disaster.

A red-golden radiance blossomed from his body, illuminating the darkness like dawn breaking the night. He shouted in a low voice, "Chaos Resonance, halt by my name temporarily!"

His posture was erect, his red-golden battle armor shining with unmatched brilliance, as if a holy sword descending from heaven pierced through the gloom.

A ripple spread from the palm of his hand, like a wave calming the distorted order around momentarily.

However, the cost was great—his divine mark gradually dimmed, the last glimmer of light he steadfastly held after intertwining with the mortal will.

Meanwhile, in the Northwest Region, on the land guarded by the "Frosty Winter Barrier," an even more intense and terrifying change was unfolding.

Space began to show cracks, countless void fragments peeling off like shards of ice, falling and colliding violently in storms, breaking apart and spreading.

These cracks were no ordinary faults but unstable regions created by the disjointed blend of laws across multiple realms, ominously known as "departed from the main plane."

The border guards looked fearfully to the sky, only to see a dark vortex tearing open the spatial barrier like a broken soul, swallowing and engulfing parts of the land within.

In an instant, countless plants withered and decayed, the earth cracked open with a gaping mouth, roaring like a living thing, while the sky suddenly fell into dead silence, with only residual magic power hovering and dancing in the air.

Hill stood at the forefront of the sentry tower, gripping his bloodstained longsword tightly, watching his beloved homeland gradually disintegrate, feeling a weight of a thousand pounds on his heart.

He gritted his teeth, "Commander, we must devise a counterattack plan, or else..."

Before finishing the sentence, he couldn’t help but suppress the rolling pain in his chest, yet his eyes remained as resolute as ever, never wavering in the slightest.

Meanwhile, in the central council hall of New Rainbow Bridge City, representatives from all sides gathered, their expressions solemn, exchanging intelligence data and observation reports continuously.

Reina, clad in silver-blue battle armor, lightly tapped her fingers to reveal a holographic image, "This is the latest scan of the spatial disturbance in the Northwest Region, we have found the range of departure from the main plane continues to expand, accompanied by the infestation of Abyssal aura."

Cynthia slightly frowned, "The Ecological Balance Department has dispatched Beastmen and Elf units to strengthen the defense line, while utilizing natural magic to attempt to repair damaged vegetation, but progress is slow."

Liya pressed her lips tightly, speaking slowly, "Faith and nature flourish together, but in the face of this disaster, prayer and blessings alone are far from enough, we need more efficient and integrated action plans."

The air grew heavy, everyone felt that this crisis was not only a clash of strength but a significant matter concerning the survival of human and multiple races’ civilization.

This was an all-encompassing test, a pivotal moment where wisdom, courage, and unity jointly forge the future, and a new starting point where all belief systems must abandon prejudice and advance hand in hand.

David stood up again, his steps steady, yet his whole body slightly tired from the immense consumption.

He cast his gaze outwards towards the storm-ravaged earth that had not yet subsided, his eyes piercing through layers of mist to reach the distant stars.

"The Age of Mortals is a new Chapter where we collectively guard the dignity of life and the hope for the future.

I am willing to sacrifice my life to imbue this era with eternal strength."

The atmosphere in the council hall became particularly heavy.

Engravings of ancient runes adorned the towering marble columns here, the candlelight reflecting on every solemn and tight face.

David sat on the podium, lightly holding the phase dagger, his deep gaze seeming to penetrate the complex ocean of information, searching for the truth hidden behind appearances.

Meanwhile, a delegation of wizards, dressed in silver-blue robes and exuding a cold aura, slowly entered the hall.

They moved hastily, their expressions anxious, led by an elder Wizard—Aiselin.

Her long silver-white hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, her eyes flickering with a blend of anger and concern.

Her steps were steady, each one echoing with the clear sound of ice crystals shattering.

"Commander David," Aiselin stood firm in the center of the council, her voice crisp and forceful:

"The Wizard Alliance strongly protests against the unreasonable restrictions of the Chaos Scripture on the magic tide.

Our energy in the tower of heritage is gradually depleting, which not only threatens our existence but also endangers the balance of the entire Divine Kingdom’s magic system."

Her words pierced like an icy blade through the heart, provoking a wave of disturbance among the seated representatives. Many exchanged looks of shock and concern.

"The so-called magic tide is the arcane wave that flows through the starlight of the night sky,"

Aiselin continued, "The Chaos Scripture set limits in order to maintain order among multiple realms, but now it appears these limits are too stringent, causing our cultural foundation to teeter."

David slowly rose, his gaze sharp, his voice steady and authoritative: "I understand the unease and demands of the Wizard Alliance. The Chaos Scripture aims to balance all power systems and prevent chaos from resurfacing.

But I equally worry that if we cannot effectively control the magic tide, it will lead to larger-scale energy imbalance."

He walked towards the center of the hall, where a holographic projection slowly rose, depicting networks of runes and arcane flowing landscapes.