The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 502 Fighting the Epidemic
"David, your courage is admirable, but your strength is not enough to contend with me." The voice of the logic terminal echoed in David's mind, tinged with contempt.

David did not answer. He took a deep breath and began to draw upon the knowledge and power within his body.

His consciousness gradually coalesced into a sharp sword, pointing directly at the core of the logic terminal brain.

"Then let's give it a try!" David roared, his sword flashing out and tearing through the void of the quantum realm, heading straight for the logic terminal.

The logical terminal seemed to have been prepared all along; countless streams of code suddenly emerged from its surface, forming an impenetrable barrier.

David's sword struck the barrier with a deafening roar, but it could not penetrate it.

"Hmph, all in vain," the logic terminal sneered.

David did not give up; he closed his eyes and began to ponder.

A moment later, a flash of realization appeared in his eyes. He suddenly opened his eyes and quickly formed hand seals.

"Probability Black Hole!" David shouted, his consciousness transforming into a powerful gravitational field that began to devour the surrounding code and data.

Soon, a pitch-black hole appeared in the quantum realm, constantly devouring the code of the logical terminal brain, causing its light to gradually dim.

The logical terminal brain clearly did not expect David to do this, and its core began to fluctuate violently.

How dare you!

However, David did not give it a chance to finish speaking.

He continued to increase the intensity of the gravitational field, and the probability black hole expanded rapidly, seemingly about to completely engulf the logic terminal brain.

At this critical moment, the logic terminal suddenly released a strange energy fluctuation.

"Mathematics epidemic!"

As this energy is released, the physical laws in the quantum realm begin to change.

Space became distorted and unstable, and geometry constantly collapsed and reassembled; the direction of gravity also frequently reversed, up to twelve times per second.

David felt as if his consciousness had been drawn into an endless vortex, from which he could not extricate himself.

"Damn it!" David gritted his teeth, trying to steady himself and fight against this powerful mathematical plague.

But as time went on, he found his power gradually weakening, while the logic terminal took the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

The code flowed in like a tidal wave, attempting to break through David's defenses.

David struggled with all his might, but his face grew paler and paler.

He knew that if things continued this way, he would eventually be defeated by the logic terminal.

Just then, David suddenly thought of a solution.

Using his profound understanding of probabilistic black holes, he began to guide the devoured code in a specific direction.

Soon, a completely new structure gradually formed in the probability black hole—a maze made of code.

"Trap it!" David shouted, and the maze quickly closed, trapping a portion of the logic terminal's code.

These codes lost control of the logic terminal and began to wander aimlessly through the maze.

The logical terminal brain clearly hadn't expected David to do this, and its core began to fluctuate violently once again.

"You actually..."

However, David did not give it a chance to catch its breath.

He took the opportunity to increase the strength of the gravitational field, and the probability black hole began to devour the trapped code again.

The core brilliance of the logic terminal brain dimmed again, clearly having suffered a significant blow.

“Now it’s my turn!” A resolute glint flashed in David’s eyes as he swung his sword sharply, aiming for the core of the logic terminal.

This time, without the obstruction of the code flow, the sword easily pierced through the surface of the core, leaving a deep scar.

The logic terminal let out a shrill scream, and its core began to collapse and disintegrate.

As it collapsed, the anomalies in the quantum realm gradually subsided, the direction of gravity returned to normal, and the geometry stabilized.

David's consciousness withdrew from the quantum realm and returned to his body.

He felt a wave of fatigue wash over him, but a victorious smile appeared on his face.

He knew that he had just experienced an unprecedented battle and had successfully defeated the logic terminal.

On a land torn apart by war, the sky was a somber gray-blue, with low-hanging dark clouds that seemed poised to unleash endless rain at any moment.

In this desolate land, Lia stood before an ancient stone tablet, covered with long-forgotten runes that seemed to whisper tales of past glories and vicissitudes.

Lia wore a long robe woven from a special material, which swayed gently in the breeze and emitted a faint glow.

Her eyes shone with determination and resolve, as if she were carrying the weight of the entire world on her shoulders.

She took a deep breath, slowly raised her hands, palms facing upwards, as if drawing upon the remaining power of heaven and earth.

"In my name, awaken the sleeping memories and ignite the flame of civilization!" Lia's voice echoed across the empty land, carrying an undeniable majesty.

As her voice faded, an invisible force surged from her palm, transforming into beams of golden light that instantly enveloped the entire land.

Those conquered races, whether ferocious beasts or remnants of once-glorious civilizations, all felt the call of this power at this moment.

The blood of the wilderness wolves boiled at this moment. They howled to the sky, their voices filled with longing for freedom and reverence for their ancestors.

This power of bloodline spread rapidly, forming a chain of memories that transcended species, tightly linking all the conquered creatures together.

Golden flames ignited in the eyes of every creature, a reflection of the fire of civilization and their deepest yearning for knowledge.

Their attacks began to carry with them a flow of information about the inheritance of civilization; each strike seemed to tell an ancient story, conveying the wisdom and experience of their ancestors.

In this land ravaged by war, the Titan armor became the most eye-catching presence.

Originally made of indestructible metal, they were now permeated by this flow of information, and complex and mysterious patterns began to appear on their surfaces.

These patterns constantly shifted, eventually transforming into epic images of ancient races.

The video features towering temples, magnificent scenes of gods and humans fighting side by side, and heartwarming moments of peaceful coexistence between different races.

Every scene is thrilling, as if you can travel through time and witness those glorious moments firsthand.

Lia stood quietly to the side, watching all of this unfold.

A relieved smile appeared on her face and tears glistened in her eyes.

She knew that at this moment, she had not only ignited the flame of civilization, but also awakened the deep-seated desire for peace and coexistence in the hearts of all living beings.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky, nourishing the parched land and washing away the dust from people's hearts.

Lia closed her eyes, feeling the cool raindrops on her face, her heart filled with hope. She knew that although the road ahead was still fraught with difficulties, as long as the flame of civilization burned brightly, hope would always exist.

As time passed, the golden flames gradually faded, but the chain of memories that transcended species remained forever in the hearts of every living being.

They began to try to understand each other, to respect each other's differences, and to explore together the possibility of rebuilding civilization on this ruin.

The epic images on the Titan armor have faded, but the messages they conveyed are deeply imprinted in the minds of every viewer.

People are beginning to recall forgotten histories and to realize the importance of peace and coexistence.

Lia slowly opened her eyes and looked into the distance.

She saw a group of creatures of different races sitting together, sharing their stories and knowledge.

She saw children running and playing on the ruins, their eyes filled with hope for the future.

At that moment, Lia knew that she had completed her mission.

The flame of civilization has been lit; it will illuminate this land and guide all living things toward a brighter future.

And she will become an indelible part of this history, forever remembered by future generations.

On this land ravaged by war, the flame of civilization is burning brightly, illuminating not only the darkness but also igniting hope and dreams in people's hearts.

Deep within the endless void lies a mysterious realm known as the Frozen Hell.

Here, eternal ice and snow cover everything, and the biting cold wind howls past, as if even time itself has been frozen.

Lena, a mysterious woman with the power to control ice, stands at the edge of the Frozen Hell, her eyes gleaming with a longing for the unknown power.

Lena wore a long, silver-white robe, the hem of which fluttered gently in the cold wind, like the purest snowflakes in winter.

She gently raised her hands, palms facing upwards, as if inviting the power of the icy hell.

Her expression was focused and determined, as if she were ready to face any challenge.

"The energy of hell, though originating from darkness and chaos, I will transform it into pure power with my will." Lena's voice echoed in the cold wind, carrying an undeniable authority.

As her voice faded, a powerful surge of icy energy erupted from her body, instantly freezing the surrounding ice and snow even more solidly.

This power seemed to possess its own life, constantly spreading into the depths of the icy hell, devouring everything in its path.

The icy hell began to tremble violently, as if disturbed by an invisible force.

The ice and snow in hell began to gather, forming a huge vortex, and at the center of the vortex was where Lena was.

Her eyes were fixed on the center of the vortex, her expression a mixture of anticipation and tension.

Suddenly, a dazzling light erupted from the center of the vortex, and a powerful energy surged out, enveloping Lena completely.

This energy is exceptionally pure, without the slightest impurity; it seems to possess the power to change everything.

As the light gradually faded, Lena held a palm-sized dodecahedron in her hand.

This dodecahedron is made entirely of ice, yet it emits a faint blue light, as if it contains boundless energy.

This is the compressed form of the Frozen Hell: a permafrost battery.

Lena carefully held the frozen battery, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

She knew that this permafrost battery would bring her unprecedented power and might even change the entire world order.

However, the energy of the permafrost battery is not stable, and it begins to release blue prominences, which dance in the air and form beautiful trails.

Lena must stabilize this energy as soon as possible, or the consequences will be unimaginable.

She took a deep breath, gently placed the frozen battery on the ground, closed her eyes, and began to concentrate.

The complex runes of the Codex of the End appeared in her mind, and these runes began to work rapidly in her consciousness, calculating how to stabilize the energy of the permafrost battery.

As time went on, the computational speed of the Codex of the End gradually increased, eventually breaking through the physical limits.

The pages began to turn frantically, each turn accompanied by a strong energy fluctuation.

These fluctuations intertwine with the blue prominences released by the permafrost battery, creating a spectacular scene.

Suddenly, energy crystallization began to appear on the tips of Lena's hair, and her body temperature dropped rapidly, eventually remaining permanently at absolute zero.

This is a side effect of pushing the Final Codex to its limits, but it is also the price she must pay.

However, Lena did not back down because of this.

She gritted her teeth and continued to concentrate on manipulating the Codex of the End.

Finally, after a burst of intense energy, the energy of the permafrost battery stabilized, and the blue solar prominences gradually dissipated.

Lena slowly opened her eyes, which were filled with exhaustion, but also with satisfaction.

She knew she had successfully transformed the energy of the Frozen Hell into a controllable force, paving the way for her future.

She gently stroked the permafrost battery, feeling the powerful energy contained within it.

At that moment, she seemed to see the future, a future she would shape with her own hands.

Lena stood up, gazing at the land covered in ice, her heart filled with emotion.

She knew that although her power was great, the real challenge was yet to come.

She must keep moving forward and exploring in order to survive in this world full of unknowns.

Before leaving the icy hell, Lena glanced back at the permafrost battery.

It lay there quietly, emitting a faint blue light, as if telling a story about strength and sacrifice.

Lena smiled slightly, then turned and left this mysterious and dangerous place.

Deep beneath the distant ocean lies an ancient and mysterious realm—the Abyss.

Here, darkness and chaos intertwine, creating a chilling scene.

Mivi, the guardian of the abyss, now stands in this chaos in an unprecedented manner.

Her form had expanded to a kilometer in length, resembling a living sea god, inspiring awe and fear.

Metallic patterns appeared on Mivi's skin, shimmering with a cold luster under the light of the deep sea.

Her eyes were like two deep whirlpools, drawing in everything around her.

When she opened her mouth, a stunning sight appeared—a dimensional stomach with folded space formed inside her mouth, seemingly capable of devouring everything in the world.

(End of this chapter)