Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1282: Chapter 596: Soul Ignition Array_2

This voice pierced through the solemn silence, a heart-wrenching yet powerful shout burst from Hill’s mouth:

”For His Majesty! For the fallen brothers! For no more fratricide!”

His voice burned like a winter flame in the most tender yet steely part of every listener’s heart, a cry of despair, an indomitable call from the will of the deceased fused into the blood of the living.

”May this body, consume the Abyss!”

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles whitened with the force yet unwavering, ”Our blood will forge the Blade of Light!”

This sudden outcry erupted like a thunderclap tearing through dense clouds, causing the entire hall to boil instantly.

Silence was completely shattered, a vast righteous spirit surged like a tidal wave.

More knights began to slowly rise, their eyes heavy yet filled with resolve and solemnity.

Some shed their shields, clutching in their palms the knight’s medals that symbolized honor and the spirit of protection, worn on their chest or around their neck, weathered but exceptionally precious;

Others gently touched spots once stained with blood, then looked firmly in the direction where David stood.

No verbal exchange was necessary, this collective will had reached an unprecedented unanimity:

They would transform their bodies and souls into blazing flames, paving a solid foundation for dawn!

Alia’s brow was focused with iron-like determination, she drew her sword and stepped forward, each step on the marble tiles resonating with a low rumble;

Her hands, which had often wielded blades on battlefields to protect comrades and severed the dark bodies of demons, were steadier and more filled with reverence now.

”We will not fall, nor give up.”

Annie’s expression was serious, she looked around, calmly refined her spiritual shield, using soft but firm words to encourage the wounded, ”We are each other’s last barrier, there are no spectators in this catastrophe, nor is failure allowed.”

Liya’s pale face was reflected in the ghostly blue glow of the magic staff, she gazed at the projection of distant stars with empty eyes, ”With our souls as pillars, with our blood as the furnace, let the Dawnlight array become an unshakable and eternal barrier!”

David stood in the center of the crowd, his gaze fiery as flame, yet his expression remained calm like an icy peak.

He raised the giant sword, a brilliant blue-white sacred flame coursed along the blade, majestic as the sovereign on a throne:

”Today, we are not just resisting, but writing an epic, using blood as ink, life as the pen, to paint the last and eternal stroke on this ancient land.”

His voice pierced through the wind and snow, traversing the long river of history: ”May all sacrifices transform into eternal sacred flame, let darkness dread our glory, no longer ravage our homeland!

Silver Moon shall rise!”

The knights responded in unison, the sound wave shook the entire fortress:

”Our blades ever cold!”

”Souls forge the dawn!”

”Silver Moon will triumph, without fear of death!”

At this moment, the hall was filled with an indescribable yet extremely solemn and sacred atmosphere, like countless stars converging into a hot beam of light shooting straight into the sky, or fierce flames devouring the black clouds, scattering scorching morning light.

They were not alone, but an indestructible, immortal glorious human fortress!

Every eye held tears, yet they also shone with the dazzling brilliance of reason and faith intertwined.

Some trembled, some grit their teeth, some closed their eyes to make a wish, but not a single will was crushed, polluted, or defeated!

This was a soul purification ritual, a solemn oath after despair for the future’s rebirth!

This place once symbolized Silver Moon Kingdom’s glory, now shrouded in an indelible gloom.

The heavy clouds hung low, the whole sky seemed devoured by the abyss of darkness, dim and lightless.

The stones and ruins on the earth were covered by ice and snow, sighing lowly and distantly in the wind.

David stood upon the core of the royal court’s formation, wearing the royal knight armor stained with the marks of battle and time.

He lightly touched the floating chaos core in mid-air, the small energy orb exuding a mysterious glow of ancient secrets and destructive power, weaving with the large purification barrier rune set up by hundreds of wizards.

At this moment, his face was resolute and stern, like a frigid ice peak standing in this darkness-surrounded place.

Beside him were a group of technical wizards, constructing from star gnome fragments and void star core a vast and intricate data matrix.

Brilliant runes flowed like rivers, shaping countless virtual space nodes in the air, continuously uploading data, analyzing energy fluctuations, deducing future situations.

These mysterious and grand data networks infused the Dawnlight array with rationality and precision.

David spoke in a deep voice: ”After hours of continuous analysis, I conducted in-depth research on the ’Black Mark’ rupture and its spreading energy using the chaos core.”

His fingertips lightly touched the light pillar on the suspended screen, the blue pillar of light wavering with profound mystery.

”These demonized knights possess an intertwined dual energy form: the souls of material world creatures were eroded and merged by the abyss space’s alien energy, restraining yet constantly assimilating each other.”

His brows furrowed tightly, it was a direct and painful realization of the complex nature of this catastrophe.

”Based on this, I devised a large purification barrier plan—the ’Dawnlight array’.

Its core principle is utilizing the strong positive-negative countercurrent effect of the abyss alien energy and the pure soul power of the material world, through a super barrier, thoroughly purifying and sealing the wicked filth.”

Technical chief wizard Erin’s eyes shone brightly, she interjected: ”In simple terms, this array is like a soul-level grand cleansing, not only removing surface pollution but also reversing mental erosion, the only feasible plan against ’Black Mark’ and its infection spread.”

Her voice was filled with unabashed excitement, full of hope for the future.

The air was filled with flickering runes and mysterious fluctuations, the large formation patterns gradually revealed in the void, the holographic projections spreading like the first light of dawn, enveloping the far north wilderness in a sacred blue-white intertwined brilliance.

However, behind this grand plan lay unspeakable costs:

Erin’s expression was solemn: ”Activating the Dawnlight array requires a vast spiritual medium to bear the positive-negative energy shock.

They must have pure and unwavering souls, and possess a natural repulsion to the abyss’s filth...

This process is highly risky, with the possibility of the medium’s spiritual breakdown and even death, also causing intense environmental upheavals.”

David slowly surveyed the knights, these remaining lives like iron flowers about to bloom under the icy tundra, some were generals tested by myriad armies, others were new soldiers showing their edge, but at this moment, though covered in scars, they stood unwavering like rocks in the storm’s center.

Hill tightly grasped the sword hilt, his voice was low and resolute: ”I know... this means someone must exchange their life for the future of countless others.”

Cynthia’s projection surrounded by a faint ice-blue glow, her voice solemn and distant: ”This is a baptism, also a redemption.

Lighting a spark of hope at the edge of collapse requires us to ignite that eternal flame with our bodies and faith.”

Annie gently closed her eyes to pray, her healing hands trembled slightly yet remained steadfast, ”I will protect the sacrificers, let them become the indomitable beacon guiding dawn, even if the road ahead is perilous, there will be no retreat.”

Liya’s pale face was resolute, ”This is for the tribe, for the survivors, and more for Silver Moon’s return to glory!”

David reached out to touch the chaos core, the blue light reflecting in his gaze growing hotter.

”Only this way can we end the long night, let Silver Moon embrace its truly glorious moment!”

In the temporary command center, a solemn silence enveloped everyone’s heart.

As the morning wind blew by the window lattice, the traces of cold gradually dissipated, replaced by the indomitable flame of belief burning in their hearts—

Simultaneously, a thousand miles away, in the Ice Spring Divine Temple within the forests of the Southern Territory of the Silver Moon Kingdom, an ancient altar stood, nestled beside the mountain and water, its cold aura refined yet full of life force.

Amidst the morning mist, a graceful yet solemn young woman sat quietly on the lotus throne, she was Alia Frost Heart, the Guardian of the Silver Moon Kingdom, revered as the ’Silver Moon Saintess’.ℯℯ𝑙.