Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1292: Chapter 601: Divinity Ignites All_2

”Lord David!” His voice was deep and solemn, yet carried a fervent emotion like blazing fire, ”The name of the Royal Knight Order may have become a silent echo!”

Before his voice faded, he looked up at the fragmented sunset in the distance, ”But our soul shall never perish—”

He solemnly presented the sword and medal to his chest, ”Our blade remains sharp!”

His eyes gleamed fiercely like the frost blade of winter, ”Our will is forever engraved in our hearts; no matter when or where, regardless of how the winds and frosts torment, we shall follow your footsteps until dawn!”

The surrounding sorcerer-knights knelt down one by one, and all the while, a solemn, pure, and powerful spiritual wave surged from within them. Invisible magical patterns rapidly coursed from fingertips to their entire bodies, swirling in the chilling wind like a dazzling meteor shower.

These runes shine with the will of life and the chants of a new Chapter created by the combination of chaos energy and the arcane of order, responding and calling to the most intense extent to the shattered world!

As the chanting voice drifted away, all the sorcerer-knights gathered to speak:

”We are the descendants of Silver Moon, the inheritors of the flame of vanished royal power, forging an oath with blood, engraving a soul covenant, defending the future with faith. As long as life persists, we shall safeguard the dawn, allowing no darkness to descend again!”

This vow echoed through the heavens and earth, like thunder piercing the vast void, yet like tides washing over the fallen sandy shores, gradually driving away the deep shadows.

They announced the new era of shattered royal power and proclaimed the rise of new strength—a righteous holy flame from the ruins of oblivion!

David gazed at the crowd, his eyes filled with gratitude, resolve, and the weight brought by newfound responsibility.

He nodded slightly in response, the warm and firm smile seemingly penetrating the snowstorm, igniting a torch of hope deep in his heart:

”Not just for ourselves, but for all those who have been swallowed by darkness, for those fallen noble souls, I lead you on a new journey.”

He said: ”From now on, you are not just sorcerer-knights, but inheritors of the ’Shattered Royal Power’!

You bear all responsibility to protect this land and shoulder the mission to revive the glory of the entire Silver Moon Empire.”

As his words fell, the earth seemed to tremble slightly from the accumulation of energy, a vast energy ripple converging from numerous life wills gradually swept around, setting the stage for the more challenging trials ahead.

The mountains answered the call, the seas surged with waves, and the stars in the sky shone brightly as if prophesying the continuation of destiny’s cycle...

When David stepped into the ancient hall of the Silver Moon Royal Court, the clouds in the sky seemed to feel this significant breath, rolling slowly.

The sound of wind mixed with the faint sound of waves crashing from afar.

Snowflakes on the square fluttered more lightly, yet carried a sense of chill, as if the sky was about to tell an ancient legend.

The grand hall was majestic and towering, copper and silver interwoven with embossed walls that depicted totems where history intertwined with mythology. The arcane runes within flickered, suddenly brightening and dimming as if sensing some mysterious power was about to arrive.

David walked slowly into the main hall, his footsteps echoed lowly on the hard marble floor.

The surroundings were filled with ancient magical aura, the legacy left by countless priests and knights meticulously guarding their heritage over generations.

He looked up at the central high palace dome, where a huge statue intricately carved, fused with elements of ocean waves and forest sprouts, now emitted unprecedentedly intense and complex energy fluctuations.

The air seemed to condense into an almost invisible yet overwhelmingly oppressive barrier, each breath felt like swallowing ice-cold biting water, yet carried an indescribable deep and unfathomable force.

Numerous attendants and sorcerer-knights stood solemnly on both sides, not daring to show any negligence, their eyes shining with the light of resilience after the baptism of war and filled with awe.

Suddenly, an ear-deafening yet ethereal, ephemeral voice poured out from the mouth of the statue, like ancient ocean tides crashing against cliffs, yet like a breeze sweeping through star intervals, instantly capturing everyone’s attention.

”Silver Moon Royal Court—I am the Sea God Astorel, also the will of Forest Elder Arianna collected.”

The voice was deep yet clear, each syllable exploded in the air, carried by countless strands of energy threads, dispersing everywhere.

This was a transfer of information that transcends language, piercing the soul’s core, like spring thunder awakening the dormant earth, yet like a star river quietly singing of destiny.

”David, Silver Moon Knight Commander, the chaos core within you has touched the undying forbidden domain set by the gods.”

”This domain is where the root of heaven and earth lies, the meeting point of order and chaos balance, not to be touched by mere mortals.”

As the words fell, the sharp crystal pillars atop the great hall suddenly radiated a deep purple brilliance, numerous arcane runes rapidly spinning, trembling, energy ripples cascaded from the top down, illuminating the entire space as if it were daylight.

And the giant elven star gnomon wheel suddenly activated, its center radiant star trajectory morphing into complex and unpredictable time-space patterns, uncontrolled by human intervention, releasing intense time-space ripples without warning.

This sudden change astonished everyone present, some sorcerer-knights instinctively gripped their sword hilts, some priests quickly activated protective barriers, while the Saintess closed her eyes in meditation, attempting to calm the energy tearing through heaven and earth with prayer.

David’s face turned sharply; he stared at the rotating giant wheel, feeling an invisible power tearing apart the fabric of reality at an indistinguishable speed.

He understood this was not merely a simple warning but a severe reminder from the supreme beings across all heavens and domains regarding his actions.

It might even foreshadow more severe judgments descending in the future!

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the cold air, slightly adjusting the residual warmth of the salvation holy flame within his chest to stabilize the chaos core shock internally.

He clearly realized that this path of purification was far from the imagined blood-hot journey of the past but a massive game filled with unknown risks and the cost of sacrifice—a most brutal yet most necessary confrontation between faith and power, order and freedom!

Meanwhile, the rune-inscribed stone pillars on either side of the entrance to the great hall suddenly lit up with a ghostly azure light, the texts floating above gradually appeared:

”Forbidden · Uncrossable · Sanctum Protection...”

Ceremonial language reverberated in the air, overlapping with the time-space ripples from the star gnomon, slowly weaving into an information chain both heart-pounding and irresistible.

Contained within were countless secrets that sages could neither speak of nor trample—most solemn and uncrossable warnings about the limits of destiny and balance!

Liya stood at the edge of the hall, tightly pursing her lips, looking at David with complex emotions surging in her eyes: worry, determination, and an undeniable hint of admiration.

”We must be cautious,” she whispered, ”this is not just a battle of physical will, but a trial on the spiritual and faith levels.”

Cynthia nodded, her fingers brushing the frost runes on her chest, the ice-blue patterns shimmering lightly with environment changes, ”This warning should not be viewed as an obstacle but an important node for adjusting our strategy; otherwise, the consequences are unimaginable.”

The Priest Corps leader stepped forward, clad in a pale robe, his gaze sharp as a blade: ”This is one of the most significant prophecies left by the prophets to this day; we must swiftly convene the council to discuss a response plan.

Any rash advance will only lead to more severe punishment and possibly plunge the entire royal court into deeper crisis!”

This speech drew unanimous support from the crowd, yet many remained silent because they all understood: this obstacle was far more perilous than any previous challenge, almost concerning the future trajectory of the entire world and the fate of each individual’s soul.

The sky gradually darkened, the great hall brightly illuminated, yet each torch seemed to burn more coldly and transparently, swaying elegantly under the heavy oppressive atmosphere.

Like waiting at that moment for some ultimate decision, guiding them into an unknown new realm or forever into the depths of darkness...