The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 563 Purgatory Trap
At this moment, in the area surrounding the swallowed center, the earth trembled violently and intensified, and everything from the underground rock layers to the air particles seemed to be subjected to an extraordinary force.

Suddenly, massive rocks detached from their positions and flew irresistibly toward the void. Countless life forms fled in panic, but ultimately could not escape the vortex that gradually expanded and devoured everything, including light and physical existence...

On the city's edge, dilapidated towers collapsed into dust, while the void that devoured everything resembled an eternal black hole, gradually stripping away and disintegrating the very foundations that supported reality.

In an instant, the boundaries of time and space blurred and distorted, and people's hearts became confused and anxious along with everything, but some people still persisted in watching, hoping to resist this terrifying dark night with every shred of faith...

Dark clouds churned and intertwined in the sky, endless thunder roared, announcing the arrival of a storm, and at the heart of this storm, a gate leading to an unknown abyss was slowly opening...

The night wind was as sharp as a knife, blowing across the desolate and ruined battlefield.

Thick, low-hanging clouds obscured the faint starlight in the sky, leaving only the eerie outlines of distant, orange-red firelight.

At the edge of the mountain range, a frozen wasteland seemed to be frozen outside of time, with every inch of ice surface gleaming with a cold blue light, as if it contained endless coldness and deathly silence.

David stood on the edge of the cliff, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's.

He was clad in a dark battle robe, with the ancient sword, forged over countless years, hanging at his waist—its blade gleaming with a faint blue crystalline light, blending seamlessly with the chilling aura permeating the icy world.

He stared ahead at the massive rift, caused by the pillar god's avatar, that was frantically tearing apart spatial dimensions.

The purplish-black energy surged within the crack, like an abyss of eternal night devouring all order and life in the world.

The air was violently distorted, creating irregular ripples. Each pulsation caused the ground to tremble, as if the earth might collapse and crumble at any moment.

David took a deep breath and felt the dark red, latent flames imprinted within him tremble slightly. It was a warning, but also a prelude to the awakening of power.

He slowly took out a crystal-clear dimensional ice crystal from his bosom, which exuded an extremely cold aura.

This ice crystal condenses multiple spatial ripples and fragments of time barriers from the deepest part of the Star-Eyed Clan's sacred land. It is the only important magical artifact capable of touching and tearing open the spatial barrier of the Pillar God's clone.

A very soft whisper escaped his lips; it was a key phrase from an ancient sealing incantation.

"Using the void, we draw the dragon back to the abyss..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the dimensional ice crystal high in front of his chest, and a pure, dazzling blue light burst out from the crystal, colliding fiercely with the dark purple chaotic energy at the edge of the crack.

A deafening explosion rang out, like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, shattering the surrounding rocks into pieces.

The twisted, ever-expanding maw seemed to be cut and severed by this pure power, leaving a long, narrow, and incredibly resilient passage as it was being annihilated and devoured.

The passage shimmered with a chilling, azure light, as if it were the only lifeline connecting the two worlds—leading to the deepest, most hidden area of ​​the icy world.

David's eyes were filled with determination. He knew that this move was a crucial gamble that would cost him his entire future. He was not simply going to confront it, but rather to use the Pillar God's insatiable, insatiable, and eternally frozen nature to lure it into this extremely hostile and perpetually frozen corner of the world, thereby trapping that terrifying being. At the same time, he would also use the power of the remnants of the Ice Hell Lord's forces to deliver the final, fatal blow.

“Go…” he murmured to himself, “become the sharpest weapon in their conspiracy, and turn disaster into an opportunity for counterattack.”

Suddenly, the sky was ripped open by a whooshing sound, and a black-winged storm army carrying the burning embers slowly descended.

These flying beasts are enormous and ferocious, with thick bones on their backs that are complexly constructed and resemble dark gold armor, inspiring both awe and fear.

At their feet stood hundreds of armored warriors, their faces painted with winter runes and blood-red patterns. Each of them had an unwavering gaze, which concealed a ruthless determination and an indomitable will to fight against the impending chaotic war.

This is the remaining force of the former Lord of the Frozen Hell. Though defeated, they are still glorious, having built a solid defensive line and a soul barrier over the long years.

Starting tonight, they will become an important barrier against the spread and destruction caused by the Pillar God's clones, and also an indispensable part of David's plan to "kill with a borrowed knife".

David leaped across the mountain peak, his gleaming silver staff tracing an elegant arc through the air.

Under the shimmering crystal at the top of the staff, a dark blue chain of time and space slowly unfolded, pointing directly to the core of the void tear and steadily pulling the undead monster-like figure that was struggling and thrashing wildly toward the other side of the abyss...

David's figure was like a nimble cheetah in the cold wind, drawing a clean arc across the frigid wilderness.

He gripped the dimensional ice crystal tightly in both hands. The crystal emitted a cold, eerie blue light, which reflected on his resolute face, making him appear even more determined and sharp.

The cold wind pierced through his battle robe, ruffled his scattered silver hair, and also carried away the faintly hot yet suppressed aura emanating from him.

In the distance, the spatial rift resembles a gaping maw, constantly tearing at the boundary between the real world and the void.

It devours everything around it, gradually stripping away the most vibrant and fragile life force in the world.

The distorted and unstable spatial vibrations caused the earth to creak, and deep cracks snaked and extended from the surface, like the serpents of death writhing wantonly.

David's gaze locked onto the core of the crack, where the massive body of the pillar god's avatar was being torn to pieces, yet it still exuded a strong aura of destruction.

It is greedy and ferocious, like an insatiable beast, endlessly devouring life and space.

"Now."

David murmured, taking a deep breath of the icy, bone-chilling wind, "I'll use your power to devour you and send you to true hell."

He hurled the ice crystal in his hand into the center of the crack, and the small gem, which contained countless secret techniques of the Star Pupil Clan's sacred land and the power of time ripples, instantly emitted an extreme blue glow.

This radiance instantly sliced ​​through the darkness of the void like a blade, colliding violently with the dark purple energy released by the pillar god's avatar.

Immediately, a narrow yet exceptionally strong and transparent passage was suddenly torn open, drawing a dazzling blue arc through the dark purple chaos.

This passage is like the only door to survival between two worlds, yet it is also an unbreakable cage—a trap specifically laid for this hungry monster.

The Frostwing Legion swept through the clouds from afar, their iron armor and scale-like wings stirring up bursts of icy frost.

They landed on the frozen sand dunes, their steps firm and swift, each step echoing heavily, like iron hooves proclaiming an indomitable vow to resist fate on this desolate wasteland.

Lena stood in front of the military camp command platform, her face solemn but her eyes bright and piercing.

She controls complex barriers and spatial array totems, each rune flickering slightly, resonating with dimensional rifts, guiding energy to designated areas, and preparing for the impending disaster.

"We cannot fail."

She said firmly, "This is not only about our own fate, but also about the future of the entire Star-Eyed Clan."

The soldiers stood solemnly, their faces resolute. Some gripped their spears tightly, while others stroked their warbling bows. The cold, gleaming patterns on their robes had condensed into a thin layer of frost due to the environment, but this could not conceal the inextinguishable flame burning in their eyes—protecting their homeland and fighting back against the darkness was their only belief at this moment.

At the edge of the crack, a tremendous force began to surge.

When the pillar god's clone sensed the sudden and irresistible pulling force, its originally raging rage briefly subsided with a touch of confusion.

But soon, it roared angrily, slamming its arms against the edge of the passage in an attempt to break free of its restraints. Its bones were grotesque and sharp, exuding a chilling, undead, and sinister aura.

However, each collision was deflected and neutralized by the surrounding barrier runes, leaving only a series of deafening echoes.

"Lure the enemy into the trap!!" David's voice was deep and powerful. His brows were furrowed, and his muscles were tense, ready to meet any sudden change at any moment. "Use its inherent instincts to send this demon into the icy inferno!"

As the spatial chain stretched longer and longer, the hungry monster was gradually forced to retreat slowly along the passage, each step accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of falling rocks and intense fluctuations of void energy.

It opened its blood-red maw to suck up the life essence in the surrounding air, but became more and more trapped and unable to extricate itself, just like a giant beast surrounded by many hunting dogs, forced into a desperate situation and gradually losing its ability to resist.

The outline of the castle gradually came into view. It was a large military base that had survived for a long time but was still eerie and chilling. It was constructed of moss-covered rocks, and countless sharp and piercing carvings carried mysterious totems and guardian spirit seals.

"This is its final destination."

Lena whispered, "Our chance is here. All troops, prepare for battle!"

As the final sprint sounded, the remnant soldiers who gathered from all directions clashed and scraped against each other, their armor rubbing together. They wielded bladed spears or carried ancient magical artifacts, and each of them moved swiftly and precisely, displaying a team tacit understanding that transcended life and death through extreme coordination.

Regardless of friend or foe, at this moment, all heartbeats seemed to resonate in unison, gathering all the strength and courage for the battle that was about to unfold...

Dark as ink.

A cold wind howled across the wilderness.

It swirls up countless tiny snowflakes.

It fluttered everywhere.

David stands atop an icy cliff.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

His figure was made exceptionally clear by the deep blue dimensional ice crystals.

A chilling cold filled the air.

It intertwined with the deep purple-black light emanating from the space-tearing rift, creating a breathtaking scene.

The pillar god's clone was like a trapped beast.

Struggling frantically within the dimensional channel.

Its twisted, enormous body was covered in dark purple scales.

Each swing unleashed a deafening roar and a violent surge of energy.

Edge of a spatial crack.

The large barrier array, shimmering with runic light, cast by Reina, firmly sealed off the passage.

The monster was forced into a pre-set trap.

The soldiers were lined up in neat rows.

They were clad in heavy armor, and their faces were painted with ice runes.

The runes inlaid on the armor are like stars in the night sky.

It shone with a cold blue light in the dim torchlight.

Their expressions were resolute.

They occasionally exchanged tactics in hushed tones.

Everyone understands.

This is not just a battle.

It was a decisive battle of life and death.

David gripped the longsword tightly in his hand.

The sword's edge gleamed with a clear, cold light.

He took a step.

Step by step, they guided the pillar god's clone into the spatial cage.

When his gaze met the blood-red pupils of the Pillar God's clone.

An invisible pressure came crashing down on me.

But his brows showed only determination and fearlessness.

A series of roars came from afar.

That was the order of the remnants of the Hell Lord's forces.

They descended slowly on huge black-winged flying beasts.

A series of resolute and heavy footsteps echoed across this desolate wilderness.

The soldiers' eyes gleamed with a chilling murderous intent.

The weapons in their hands gleamed in the afterglow of the torches.

Every movement demonstrates an indomitable will to fight against a destructive fate.

Lena stood on the command platform of the military camp.

Her brows were furrowed, but her eyes were resolute.

She touched the large magic circles covered with runes quickly and precisely.

They produce a crisp, melodious, and powerful echo.

It resonates strongly with the spatial rift in the distance.

"The chains are about to close."

she whispered.

"Everyone, get ready for the final sprint!"

The air suddenly became tense.

It was as if a thunderous roar could erupt at any moment, making one hold their breath in awe.

The pillar god's clone swung its bone claws and slammed into the barrier.

Each of its attacks triggers an explosive burst of runes around it.

However, these attacks were easily blocked and deflected by the sturdy magic array.

It was constantly consuming its last bit of strength and patience.

"patience!"

David shouted.

He stomped through the snow and accelerated forward.

As precise and swift as a cheetah's pounce.

He raised his sword and swept it horizontally.

A sharp sword aura was introduced into the core of the passage.

The blue-white arc of light pierced the darkness.

Make the whole space a little brighter and clearer.

"I borrow your instinctive power to devour."

Let's plunge this demon into the abyss we've prepared!

The soul chain slowly unfolded from inside the main hall of the military camp.

It is a large soul barrier formed by the bloodline of the Star-Eyed Clan saints, surrounding all four directions.

It tightly bound the entire area like a giant net.

This chain gradually extends.

Dragging the pillar god's clone step by step toward the final prison—

A realm permanently frozen, rife with magical backlash and soul-binding forces.

The soldiers raised their weapons in unison.

They launched a defensive counterattack against the enemy with overwhelming force.

Each slash of the knife brought forth a biting wind blade.

The monk chanted incantations.

It guides the energy of the elements to surge forth.

They suppressed the enemy's offensive one after another.

Between this extremely harsh environment and the ever-approaching brink of death.

The human will is as indestructible as steel.

however.

Right now.

Several figures suddenly emerged from the dark end of the wasteland.

Their movements were stealthy and swift.

They moved silently, like ghosts, through the shadows at the edge of the military camp.

These assassins had pale, sinister faces.

A cruel flame burned in his eyes—

They are waiting for the perfect moment to unleash their deadly trap.

This introduces an unpredictable new variable into the overall battle situation...

David noticed something was wrong.

His eyes suddenly sharpened.

He tilted his head slightly to look at the faintly visible figures in the distance.

A cold glint flashed between his brows: "It seems..."

It's not over yet.

He took a deep breath.

They then focused their efforts on manipulating the soul chains.

Each light tap of the finger causes the runes to burst forth with dazzling starlight.

The raging flames and the extreme cold of frost intertwine to create a bizarre spectacle.

(End of this chapter)