Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1346: Chapter 628: The Truth Behind Ascension to Godhood (Part 2)

She stood at the crucial node to open this sealed door.

”The Pope...he is not the pure messenger we imagined,” Annie whispered, her voice filled with undisguisable shock and pain.

Everyone sat around, listening intently.

Liliana gripped the magic staff tightly, her brows furrowed.

While Hill stared at the pages, the sword tip lightly touched the ground like a resolute vow.

The other representatives had faces full of confusion, anger, and mixed emotions.

As the decrypting progressed, hidden Chapters gradually emerged:

”The Holy Light Pope is one of the core executors of the Wizard Civilization’s ’Sowing Plan,’” Annie read slowly, ”This plan was initially meant to select suitable candidates for godhood to maintain cosmic order.

However, its true purpose is far from pure.

He deliberately triggered the God War, eliminating those who hadn’t met standards, using it to purify bloodlines and spiritual genes.”

The air suddenly grew heavy, like the silence before the eruption of a long-repressed atmosphere.

Some representatives instinctively lowered their heads in silence, some gritted their teeth, some had moist eyes, but no one dared break the solemnity.

”What’s even more shocking,” Annie turned to a page of hidden runes, ”The Pope advocated the ’Unity of Three Hearts’ godhood path and taught it to his followers.

In essence, it activates the ’anchor chain,’ an ancient forbidden mechanism that permanently binds an individual’s soul to the world’s anchor, achieving dual control over their spirit and body.”

Upon hearing this, whispers spread throughout the hall but were swiftly suppressed by Liliana gesturing for silence.

”This is information that completely overturns the foundation of our belief!

If the truth is exposed, it will be tantamount to destroying the entire Church’s authority and countless lives’ havens!”

Hill’s grip on the sword intensified, his voice cold: ”There must be deeper conspiracies behind these secrets!

Could the Eternal Night Council be using this mechanism to manipulate the fate of multiple realms?

We must seek the legendary underground observatory, said to contain the core intelligence before the civilization’s demise!”

As soon as he finished speaking, an attendant arrived hurriedly with news: ”Chief Judge, we have discovered an ancient ruin entrance in the Church’s underground site, initially appearing to connect to the core area of the observatory.”

The entire room was in upheaval, as if struck by lightning.

Some representatives turned pale instantly, while others showed determined smiles. ”It seems we are exploring the truth in the right direction!” Hill’s gaze was intense, adding decisiveness.

In the council hall, the flickering lights illuminated every face distinctly.

Someone clenched their fists until their knuckles turned white, while others bowed their heads in deep thought, trapped in painful memories.

All expressions intertwined into a storm’s center, reflecting the truest humanity: shaken beliefs, heavy responsibility, hope not yet extinct...

Meanwhile, deep underground, the church’s observatory that had been sealed for a millennium stood silently.

A massive stone door covered in strange runes connected to the outside, only through a crack emitting dim light.

On the walls hung tattered murals depicting past glory, but vaguely revealing doomsday omens and a colossal mysterious array structure.

Through the crack, one could glimpse the complex mechanical devices and tangled energy coils inside, an information flow seemingly transcending time and space quietly surged.

Many Witch Riders and Mages were already waiting outside, poised to delve and decode, to unveil the final enigma behind the dark veil!

Amidst surging winds and clouds, the tower council hall echoed with steadfast vows once again:

”No matter the cost, we shall pursue every remaining truth, restore the true fate of the Wizard Civilization! Protect the future, and let history’s tragedy not repeat!”

David slowly opened his eyes, a clarity emerging from the haze. He wore crimson-gold battle armor, his chest rising and falling with remaining holy fire embers, but his gaze was as firm as ever.

Beside him, Hill and Liliana stood guard solemnly.

Hill held the longsword in hand, its blade reflecting the dim candlelight, his brows full of heaviness and resolve; Liliana held the magic staff tightly, her expression stern yet revealing an unspoken worry.

Through the broken archway outside, the overgrown thorns and vines obscuring an ancient path could vaguely be seen, a place long untouched.

”Commander...” Hill called softly, carefully lifting David’s somewhat frail and pale shoulder, ”We have found the entrance to the observatory, all preparations are complete, just awaiting your command.”

David took a deep breath, gathering residual strength in his palm, the holy flame rekindled, warm and blazing like the morning sun.

He slowly straightened his body, his gaze sweeping over the ancient walls around him, weathered but still standing, carved with faded and profound rune lines, each seemingly containing infinite secrets.

”Let’s go.” His voice was low, yet it struck like a hammer on everyone’s heart, invigorating all.

The team hesitated not, led by Hill, entering the dark narrow underground passage.

The torches on the stone walls were lit, a gust of cool wind swept through the dead space, blending with their breathing into a tense rhythm.

Spider webs swayed in the corners, some places accumulated thick dust and rubble, indicating it had been untouched since ancient times.

At the end of the passage, a gigantic round archway stood amidst the darkness, forged from obsidian, its surface intricately engraved with complex runes, shining a cold blue light like a pulsing vein.

Liliana gently touched the doorframe, involuntarily sighing: ”This is indeed one of the Wizard Civilization’s most critical secret chambers – the underground observatory’s entrance.”

”Allow me,” David extended his hands, channeling the holy fire from his palms into the network of door runes, those chilling symbols came alive, spinning brightly as if the stars were waking.

For a brief moment, the door opened with a roar, a thick wave of temporal energy surged forth, causing everyone to involuntarily step back, yet also bringing unparalleled shock.

Entering inside was a grand, complexly structured and future-oriented device encircling a large circular hall.

The hall’s ceiling soared, like a dome-shaped sky curtain, consisting of countless glowing crystals forming star patterns, at its center floated a massive silver-blue crystal ball, holographic projections constantly transforming, revealing multi-realm spatial node outlines and many unknown secret area markers.

Hill gazed at the crystal ball’s surface, the data stream flowing unpredictably, ”This is an essential instrument of Wizard Civilization for monitoring world link operation and multi-realm space-time interlace conditions.”

David stepped to the central console, fingers lightly touching various precise control dial knobs, simultaneously chanting activation spells.

Gentle arcane waves spread out, the holographic star map suddenly expanded to fill the entire hall, every detail visible: ruptured continents, temporal fissures, spatial nodes, and the most shocking scene.

A colossal area constructed by green fluorescent chains with a massive anchor-shaped emblem marking the center emerged, known as the ”World Anchor,” its device pulsing with eerie superpower pulses.

As the holographic scene’s investigation deepened, a blurry video data fragment appeared.

It was a piece pieced together from dried-up consciousness fragments: after Sotos’s remaining body shattered into countless pieces, his consciousness split into multiple independent personalities, the most dangerous known as ”Induction Personality.”

He continually wrote and spread a forbidden book called ”Secret Records of Godhood,” guiding the unawakened through extreme rituals to become so-called ”Godhood,” essentially serving as a crucial node in the world’s purification process.

To activate the enormous anchor chain core’s energy, causing all individual souls to ultimately converge here, permanently bound under tight control.

The message hit each person as thunder, from Witch Rider General to various representatives, their faces changed dramatically, some veins popped on foreheads, lips trembled wanting to speak yet not, while some closed eyes enduring inner turmoil.

For a moment, the hall was filled with oppressive sense, as if an invisible giant beast lurked around, silently roaring threatening each person’s mental defense.

Hill gripped the bloodstained longsword hilt tightly, the cold metal touch seemed to give him endless power.