Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1339: Chapter 625: Dirge of Redemption

In this vast void interwoven with corruption, they bear not only physical threats but also the unshakable responsibility of guarding the world’s future destiny.

Suddenly, a buzz sounded abruptly, and a wave of vibrations emanated from deep within the star rings. Some gear chains started to spin rapidly, releasing intense energy fluctuations, causing ripples around the entire spatial area.

The sound of shattered metal friction echoed through the silent void, alerting everyone to the utmost.

Hill unsheathed his sword and stood guard by his side, while the high-tier Witch Riders quickly formed a defensive lineup, ready to respond to any surprise attacks or trap assaults.

In the command center, Liliana waved her hands, swiftly setting up a complex barrier, hoping to firmly restrain the activated energy flow to prevent a larger disaster from affecting the entire domain.

”Stay vigilant, everyone!” David’s voice was low yet firm as he raised his crimson-gold lance and declared, ”Only by traversing this nightmare can we truly see the dawn of the future!”

In the void, the gears of the star rings emitted a screeching sound in a tremor, as if a long-slumbering mechanical giant beast had been awakened.

David’s eyes were like torches, surveying the surroundings. Those slowly rotating gears released a dark and twisted radiance, and the oppressive feeling in the air suddenly intensified.

The Witch Rider Corps stood ready, each person’s expression grave and resolute.

Liliana stood in front of the command platform, her brow furrowed, hands dancing in the air with ancient spells.

Pale blue runes surged like tides as she attempted to stabilize the surrounding, incessantly flowing, and distorted spatial energy.

Yet, the cold sweat on her forehead silently spoke of the gravity of the situation.

”The ’Navel of Corruption’ has become active,” Liliana’s voice was low, echoing as if from the abyss, ”It’s spewing entropy flow, the most extreme corrupting power leftover from the ancient god’s remnants.

This force can erode and decompose everything into grey dust.”

David tightly gripped the crimson-gold lance, the lance’s tip burning with a blaze as fierce as the sun.

He took a deep breath, focusing all his attention on the corrupt core that was gradually expanding and entwining countless black tendrils.

These tendrils wriggled and spread like living creatures, and wherever they passed, whether it was steel wreckage or Witch Rider armor, rapid disintegration and crystallization phenomena began to appear.

The air instantly became chaotic and foul, a suffocating decay scent engulfing the entire battlefield.

Faraway ruins had fragments of dust falling, each particle seeming to carry life-devouring pheromones, spreading throughout the void.

Hill stood beside David, his hands gripping the sword, its blade shimmering with the crimson-gold radiance bestowed by the power of war.

Yet, despite this, he was unable to completely fend off the intangible erosion.

He clenched his teeth and growled, ”We must establish a protective circle, or everyone will be consumed!”

Immediately, he raised the longsword, slicing out a radiant star ring rune in the air.

The star ring emitted intense arcane glow, wrapping the team in an area dozens of meters around like a sturdy armor.

The Witch Riders stepped into it one by one, and this defense shield condensed from the war star ring seemed to be a restless, indestructible sacred shield, temporarily suppressing the outside forces.

But this line of defense was not impregnable.

”Corrosion” continued to permeate at a visible speed, numerous tiny black dots began attaching to the shield’s surface, rapidly expanding inward.

Some of the Witch Riders turned pale, their arcane armor began to show cracks and dull blemishes, and even the holy flames couldn’t fully block the tumor forces invading from the abyss.

More despairing was that those affected by the deepest contamination fell painfully to the ground, some had their bones slowly crystallize into greyish-white crystal-like forms, others had their skin rapidly lose elasticity and crack.

Under this intense pain and mental pressure, many soldiers looked dazed, some even let out heart-wrenching screams, unable to escape the destructive fate brought by the internal spread of decay.

”Hill! Support wounded comrades!” David shouted, swinging the lance to cut the constantly emerging tendrils of evil spirits, while channeling hot flames into the rune shield, hoping to slow the tumor’s spread rate.

Sweat rolled down his face, yet there was not the slightest retreat, his gaze became even more determined, ”We must hold on to the last moment!”

Hill gritted his teeth tight, as his fighting spirit erupted, continuously chopping down nearby attackers.

Yet every time the tendrils were cut off, they instantaneously regrew.

With veins bulging on his forehead, he shouted, ”These tendrils seem to possess a will of life! Not only do they destroy matter, but they can also pollute the spirit and soul!”

Nearby, a young Witch Rider suddenly fell painfully to the ground, their body quickly crystallizing into a semi-transparent icy blue stone block, within which the twisted and struggling pale expression was still faintly visible.

This sight caused other soldiers’ hearts to tighten abruptly, fighting back even more valiantly, yet fear and fatigue gradually seized their morale.

Liliana continuously recited the Soul Cleansing Forbidden Spell, her face pale, yet her gaze unwavering.

”I will do my best to slow the expansion of the ’entropy flow,’ but ultimately the physical destruction of the ’Navel of Corruption’ core is needed.”

Time seemed stretched and extended, every second felt long and agonizing, like knife blades cutting through flesh.

Shattered runes floated from space, countless fragments stirred up biting cold, they were like frost blades slicing through the battlefield’s storm eye, yet also brought faint vitality.

”Even so, we cannot give up!” David’s voice echoed all around, ”Our conviction burns fiercer than any darkness!”

In the distance, the raging wind whistled, blowing debris on the ruins wildly, while the black mist spreading like living creatures continuously wriggled, enveloping mechanical wreckage, constantly decomposing and eroding metal, devouring all traces of life.