Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1344: Chapter 627: Slumber of the Divine Lord (Part 2)

In the council chamber, the representatives bowed their heads in mourning; some were in tears, some clenching their fists with bitterness.

An elder spoke with a trembling voice, ”While we have preserved most of our homeland, a third of our people have vanished forever. This sacrifice will be etched in history, beyond measure.”

A young female representative gritted her teeth and said, ”Perhaps for this reason, we must cherish every inch of the land and every life that survives, for these are bought with their blood!”

Meanwhile, at the center of the purification ritual’s aftermath, where David stood, he suddenly felt the energy of his divine format swelling and chaotic within him.

An irresistible power emerged from the depths of his marrow, scorching his soul to the limit.

On the surface of the crimson-gold battle armor appeared large areas of gray-white keratin textures, as hard as metal, distinctly different from his original skin material.

Yet they seemed to organically blend, covering his skin with a thick shield but also signaling an underlying crisis.

Hill exclaimed, ”Master, this is...”

David did not speak, only kept his eyes closed, his entire body rigid like a statue.

As time passed, he finally slowly kneeled to the ground, the entire army watched this scene in silent focus.

His face was as pale as if it were transparent, clutching his chest with both hands as it heaved up and down, seemingly bearing the heaviest burden.

Liliana hurried forward, using her magic staff to touch his forehead, injecting her arcane energy into him for a final support.

”Commander, you must persevere! Please do not fall!”

But the gray-white keratin layer on the crimson-gold robes became denser and harder, just like an unknown protective device in a cold laboratory enveloping his body, forming a stark contrast with his flesh and blood.

No one was willing to speculate what this change implied, and no one dared to speak easily to break the solemn silence...

Clouds rolled and shifted in the sky; the silver light of the river continued to flow, but the Witch Riders knew this catastrophe had only temporarily subsided, and a new challenge was just beginning.

Some paths must be paved with more blood, and they must be prepared to guard the precious hard-won new order!

Hill knelt beside David, touching the leader’s shoulder, ”Commander, we will guard you, and we will guard this world.”

Members of the Witch Rider Corps stood in solemn silence at the battlefield relic, their faces etched with the fatigue and anxiety that followed victory.

They were silent, yet aware that the true test was not over.

Liliana, wearing the Silver Moon robe, stood resolutely within the council chamber, symbolizing the highest authority of the divine kingdom, a circular hall interwoven with ancient pillars and radiant runes.

Her brows were furrowed with worry, yet her unshakable stance held mastery over the situation.

With David sinking into slumber, he was moved next to the Blood Demon’s core for recuperation, while the authority of the divine kingdom was temporarily in her charge.

”David has endured unimaginable pressure,” Liliana spoke in a soft yet firm tone, ”His divine format is not obliterated, but it’s highly chaotic and needs Alia’s remaining soul to stabilize, or it might easily collapse.”

Light and shadow swirled in the council chamber, projecting a vast floating hologram of the Blood Demon’s core.

It was an ancient relic located deep in the dark abyss, said to contain extremely powerful fragments of blood demon power.

Alia’s remaining soul, a guardian in ancient legends, had her fragmented soul sealed within, able to use gentle and fluid spiritual power to stabilize David’s faltering divinity, pulling him back from the abyss’ edge.

Representatives of various tribes around looked grave; some had tears in their eyes, some pressed their lips tightly, whispering with their own thoughts.

Several high-tier Witch Riders stood nearby; General Hill tightly gripped his war sword, his eyes intense as he continuously scanned the surroundings, poised to execute secret orders at any moment.

”The situation is critical,” Liliana turned towards the crowd, her voice resounding with power:

”To prevent the resurgence of decayed powers, we must seal off all information about the abyss truth and publicly declare ’the ancient god’s remains have been thoroughly purified’ and no longer pose any threat.”

The hall fell silent; everyone understood what this meant: the true truth would be deliberately concealed to maintain tribal stability and faith intact.

And though the layer of lies was bitter, it was the only way to protect the remaining homeland and prevent panic from spreading.

Hill stepped forward, his expression grave, and said, ”Meanwhile, I have received secret orders to delve into the possible connection between the Eternal Night Council and past wizard civilizations.

Did they know the secret of the ’World Anchor’? Did they ever attempt to use or sabotage the star ring device?”

The representatives were shocked by his words, some frowned deeply.

This long-taboo topic was finally publicly mentioned, but the hidden intrigue behind it remained unknown, only to be investigated personally by Hill, the most trusted and battle-hardened individual.

”This journey is extremely perilous,” an older mage whispered a reminder, ”The Eternal Night Council is a gathering point of multi-realm dark forces, whose secrets often exceed the scope of ordinary understanding. We must make the worst preparations.”

”Precisely because of this, we need firm determination,” Liliana gazed around, ”Though David is temporarily unable to hold authority, his spirit and will still guide us.

And I will bear the ruling responsibility, exerting every effort to solidify the country’s foundation, laying a firmer road for the future.”

At that moment, the entire assembly showed reverence; countless gazes converged on her, mixed with admiration, concern, and expectation.

She knew the responsibility on her shoulders was as heavy as a mountain, and every decision might affect the survival of countless lives and influence the future trajectory of multi-realm order.

As her voice fell, the rune lamps on the high podium suddenly illuminated, illuminating the council chamber in brilliant splendor, as if midday sun.

But behind that brightness lay a struggle within darker and more complicated hearts—truth, lies, life, death, responsibility—all intertwined at this moment into an inexorable knot.

Subsequently, the door slowly opened, a group of executive guards dressed in obsidian armor entered, carrying special rune shields and forbidden spell staffs. Their expressions were stern and serious, a crucial force responsible for maintaining order and executing secret commands.

This group of guards would protect David’s recuperation area and help safeguard national secrets from threats of leakage.

In the center of the hall, a silver-blue crystal ball hovered and rotated, flowing with complex rune arrays, an important monitoring device used for long-range tracking of soul fluctuations and spatial rift conditions.

The data transmitted from it continually flickered and changed, each anomaly triggering a response from warning lights throughout the room, raising heightened alertness among everyone, not daring any negligence.

Hill silently observed the data screen, his brows furrowed, fingers lightly tapping the side blade of the sword hilt.

”The Eternal Night Council has hidden too long; their actions are shadowy. If we discover any clues, it will become a key breakthrough in countering the decayed forces.”

His companions nodded in agreement, their gazes resolutely firm.

They understood the path was filled with thorns and dangers, but only by facing the challenges could they carve out a new dawn for life and strive for a truly peaceful future!

The meeting continued, with extensive discussions on strategy deployment, resource allocation, and intelligence gathering plans, concurrently formulating defense enhancement schemes to counter potential new attacks by disruptors.

But in everyone’s consciousness, the most crucial moment was to hold the core leader steady, so he could recover quickly, fully preparing for the unknown storms that lie ahead!

Hill, clad in flame armor, stepped through the eerie ruins.

He wielded a bloodstained longsword, its blade reflecting shattered starlight, yet his gaze was as sharp as a hawk.

Occasionally it would fall upon ancient scroll scraps, rusted machinery, and shattered rune stone slabs sprawled across the ground.

The air was mixed with the scent of dust and aged stone; he slowly squatted, picking up a yellowed, moldy piece of parchment from a pile of debris.

This was a fragment of a log left by the forgotten wizard civilization, densely inscribed with obscure and hard-to-understand texts and array symbols, but the information contained within was enough to shock all observers.