The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 583 Holy Light Assault
These runes carry the power of both ice magic and the laws of soul. They are an important symbol of her breakthrough to the sixth-circle wizard, and a key for her to gradually shoulder greater responsibilities and deeper destiny.

The core members of the witch coven stood solemnly around them, each wearing a cloak symbolizing different levels of class and power, their faces filled with expectation and respect.

The air was filled with the faint scent of vanilla and pine, blending with the soft lighting to create a mysterious yet peaceful atmosphere.

Cynthia—Lia's unwavering and powerful protector, stands on one side of the altar, calm and vigilant like a guardian goddess.

Her gaze swept across the surrounding defensive array from time to time, her brows revealing a calm yet sharp vigilance. This duty made her exceptionally focused, but her eyes also revealed a deep anticipation for Lia's successful breakthrough.

Outside the tower, all was calm for the time being. The land of the Silvermoon Kingdom was bathed in a gentle pinkish-purple hue by the sunset, but this calm was only a facade—Lena was vigilantly guarding the outermost defensive point of the tower, wand in hand, her eyes as sharp as a hawk's, each breath heavy and focused.

This defensive point is a crucial node connecting the core magical network of the Prime Material Plane. She must respond immediately to any unusual activity to protect the entire kingdom.

Lena's stern expression was occasionally tinged with weariness, but more often it was filled with unwavering conviction—she knew that this was not just a duty, but a place she had to stand guard for the safety of countless lives in the future.

At this moment, she seemed to transform into a barrier, keeping all hidden dangers at bay and allowing this land to enjoy a brief period of peace.

Back at the center of the altar, Lia exuded a faint chill, a rhythm of frost that intertwined with the soul ripples in the void.

With each breath, it felt as if I could inhale the meltwater from millennia-old snow, and also as if I could feel the endless waves of starlight and souls pounding against my chest.

Within the spiritual body, the energy flow chain representing the sixth ring slowly extends and strengthens. It is not a cold, mechanical reaction, but rather a vibrant and sublimating process, a sign of an irreversible step into a new era and a new level of power.

She closed her eyes and gently traced the last exquisite rune in the air with her finger. This rune connected all the previously completed chapters, gathering and condensing the power accumulated from the first five rings in an extremely pure form, laying a solid foundation for the subsequent explosion.

A tiny current travels through your fingertips, yet it is incredibly gentle, like a summer night breeze rippling across the surface of a lake in your heart, making you feel both excited and at peace.

"Stay calm...concentrate all your attention..." The old witch mentor keenly perceived the changes in the rhythm within Leah's body. She reminded her in a low voice, as steady as a whisper beneath the roots of an ancient tree, "Your spirit must be like the surface of a frozen lake, neither broken nor frozen."

As the ceremony proceeded, low chants gradually drifted from the sidelines. These were the secret incantations performed by the entire witch coven to awaken the soul resonance of the natural elements and connect with the mysteries of the laws of the celestial stars.

The sounds layered upon each other, sometimes like the delicate striking of a pendulum, sometimes as clear and lingering as an ancient river eroding a stone wall, constantly seeping into the most hidden corners of each participant's heart, guiding them into a transcendent state of resonance and communication!
At this moment, there is no external disturbance, no smoke of war, and no noise or quarrels;

Only the gazes of everyone inside this ancient tower were fixed on the girl who was about to step into a new realm, their complete devotion and awe beyond words.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, making every moment precious and meaningful.

Although the air remained cold and dry, the ritual transformed it into a vital, perceptive energy.

"Tick-tock," the sound of the clock striking, in sync with the rhythm of breathing, converged in the center of the space into an invisible yet real vortex of energy, as if it were the only source of order in the world!
Suddenly, a light blue lightning bolt streaked across the void and struck the complex, densely woven target chain of runes!

Accompanied by intense electric sparks, the activated part instantly bursts forth with dazzling brilliance, just like stars suddenly illuminating the sky on a winter night!

Lia suddenly opened her eyes, her clear pupils reflecting the oncoming wave of frost energy. At the same time, a resolute smile appeared on her brow: "It's done... I've entered the sixth ring."

The onlookers burst into low murmurs of admiration, some even with tears in their eyes, because they knew this was one of the key turning points in the future war.

Many others silently prayed and hoped that a new strong leader would lead the kingdom toward the dawn of a new era!
However, just as the celebratory atmosphere was growing stronger, an unusual tremor suddenly came from a dark corner of the wilderness far away outside the tower, and a vague but extremely dangerous information wave was quietly spreading...

It was the prelude to a catastrophe that had yet to be revealed but was about to unfold, and beneath the apparent peace and balance, a turbulent torrent was lurking, ready to surge forth...

Inside the tower, the moment Lia stepped into the sixth ring, the entire space was filled with an unprecedented energy that was both sacred and icy.

The runic chains on the altar beside her shimmered with silver-blue light, as dazzling as the stars in the universe, each fluctuation drawing upon the rhythm of the frost and the laws of the soul between heaven and earth.

Lia frowned slightly. She felt the elemental soul fluctuations from the outside world growing stronger, an unsettling omen that shook her to her core and was hard to ignore.

She stretched out her arm and slowly drew the last few runes in the void. The symbols leaped and spun like living things, as if calling upon the oldest and deepest power in the world.

However, at this critical moment, a piercing sound, as if tearing through the void, suddenly rang out.

The defensive array above the Silver Moon Tower trembled instantly, and the magical barriers, as solid as steel, were rapidly cut and cracked by the invisible force field, with countless rune sparks flying everywhere.

A blazing, dazzling spear of holy light descended from the sky, carrying irresistible and destructive power. It tore through layers of air protection with lightning speed, pointing straight at the heart of the witch's tower like a sharp blade!
Immediately following, a second and a third enormous spear of holy light, radiating intense heat, pierced the night sky.

These three enormous spears of holy judgment were aimed precisely at the altar area at the top of the tower, determined to cut Lia, who was in the midst of the ritual, in two before she could rise to power!
The phosphorescent flames on the roof were instantly engulfed and shattered. The magical barriers surrounding the tower collapsed with a deafening roar, and countless elemental souls fled the array barriers with a howling sound. The powerful impact was like a final judgment, tearing an eternal scar into the long-peaceful night. At the same time, dazzling white-gold light poured down from the crack in the sky, and three figures clad in magnificent cardinal robes appeared.

Each of them carried a large scepter engraved with intricate divine patterns and curse marks. Their gazes were sharp and cold, like weights on a scale of judgment, devoid of emotion yet exuding overwhelming power.

These three cardinals were not only among the very few in the Church who had access to the highest divine authority, but also represented the deep-seated executors of the will of the entire Vatican.

They descended slowly, each step creating ripples that distorted space. Multiple blessings and curses intertwined and surrounded them, making the atmosphere so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.

Even more shockingly, a huge, blurry human figure emerged behind them.

This outline radiates a pale golden light, yet it is hidden among countless mysterious patterns, constantly changing its form, like a giant projection of a deity composed of pure holy light—the very embodiment of the legendary "God of Holy Light," whose power is enough to instill fear in even the most resilient demons.

This presence was like lightning striking the sky, instantly freezing all life force in the surrounding area.

Its clear, flawless yet chillingly judgmental eyes were fixed on the core area of ​​the tower—the very place where the secrets of new wizards' lives and the hope for the future were being nurtured, and also the eye of all the storms tonight!
The core members of the witch coven and Cynthia felt a chill run down their spines upon seeing this. They immediately went on high alert, but they had already realized that this attack was far from ordinary. It was a premeditated, precise, and unstoppable attack that was closing in on Melody!

"Protect Lia!" Cynthia's eyes flashed with ferocity. She stepped forward to the front of the altar, using her body as a shield to block the first wave of impact magic. She then brandished her staff, summoning a thick frost barrier that clashed violently with the scorching energy. At the same time, she roared, directing everyone to gather for defense, "Everyone on high alert! Don't leave any openings!"

Although Lia's face was grim, her eyes were filled with fighting spirit. She knew that this battle was no small matter. If she failed, not only would her personal advancement be in vain, but it could also destroy David's stomping ground and the entire multiverse's important bargaining chip in resisting the resurgence of evil!

The air suddenly became stagnant and chaotic, and the torn space emitted fragments that scattered like meteor showers from the collapsed remains of an apocalyptic star.

Those cages and protective barriers that had been mastered with secret spell arrays were instantly destroyed, forcing them to confront the most powerful attack in history, which was also blessed with the highest level of protection!
The three "Spears of Judgment," forged from pure faith, unleashed an apocalyptic torrent that swept swiftly to the center of the altar. Like blades slicing through the sky, they annihilated all obstacles, while their additional binding effect began to gradually devour the target's life force and spiritual wellspring.

It plunges the attacked into an inescapable state of despair—this is a more destructive tool for fundamental cleansing beyond the barriers of dark evil energy and the origin of chaos!
However, at this critical moment, the witches inside the tower activated the latent elemental energy within them, forming a connection and resonance with Leah.

They used their last breaths to summon the spirits of nature and the ancient guardian pact, causing the remaining life rhythms of the environment to surge briefly.
Cynthia further used the Icebound Extreme Technique to shield Lia from some of the impact, allowing her to maintain her full energy and accurately complete the breakthrough ritual steps.

Nevertheless, this surprise attack was clearly no ordinary confrontation, but an extreme test, a crucial turning point in the game of fate for both sides!
In the Blood Prison world, David's mission to save the world echoes the impending flood calamity facing the Silver Moon Kingdom—their fates are intertwined, yet they are heading in different directions, their destinies intersecting amidst unknown dangers…

As the third Holy Judgment Spear sank into the altar base, exploded, and burst into flames, the tower shook violently, and dark, burning smoke filled the air. Everything seemed to be entering a countdown...

At the top of the tower in the Silver Moon Kingdom, the air was filled with an atmosphere of scorching heat and icy cold.

The clash between flames and frost reached its climax at this moment, and the world seemed to freeze into a tragic yet magnificent painting.

Cynthia stood before the altar, her long, silvery hair flying wildly in the wind, beads of sweat trickling down her cheeks, her eyes flashing with a resolute yet painful light.

She gritted her teeth, raised her scepter high, and shouted a loud incantation, forming layers upon layers of magnificent yet incredibly tight magical barriers around her.

"Spears of Divine Light, you cannot shake the last line of defense of this kingdom!" she roared, and thick shields, as solid as ice crystal iron walls, quickly enveloped the outer walls of the tower and the area around the altar, building an unbreakable defense for Lia.

However, the three holy spears, carrying immense energy bestowed by the gods, merged with the boundless pressure emanating from the enormous divine projection behind them, their power far surpassing any human magic.

Every time the spear touched the shield, it unleashed a thunderous roar and a burst of blinding holy flames, tearing apart the layers of defensive barriers as if it were the most severe judgment in the world.

The barrier continued to crumble and disintegrate, and countless tiny runes vanished into the sky like falling meteors.

Cynthia was pale, but she still swung her staff without flinching and cast a deeper forbidden spell. She knew that this was to protect the only hope for the future and prevent it from falling!

"We can't let them break through! Lia hasn't completed her transformation yet! We can't let this place become a tragedy!" Her voice trembled, yet remained as firm as ever; it was the sound of a guardian's final struggle intertwined with her beliefs.

At this critical moment, on the outer defensive node of the tower, Lena gripped her wand tightly, her muscles tense, every movement exuding a strong sense of weight—she took a deep breath, focusing all her consciousness on a single goal: to protect Lia, no matter the cost!

Suddenly, a chilling, icy light burst forth from Rena's body, sweeping across the land like a winter blizzard, freezing the surrounding air into crystal-clear ice dust that danced in the wind.

With that roar that pierced the air, her body suddenly transformed into a flowing, extremely cold blue and white light, rushing straight towards the point where the three Holy Judgment Spears were about to land at an extraordinary speed!
In that instant, all the witnesses at the top of the tower held their breath, only to see the blue and white light suddenly condense into a huge soul shield that was dazzling and had slightly fiery red patterns interwoven and shimmering—this was the "Soul Burning Shield," which was passed down through generations of the Snow Demon Clan and symbolized the ultimate power of soul purification and protection.

Lena's crystal-clear, youthful face, as if sculpted from winter snow, now solidified into its purest and most resolute state.

Her pupils, which were originally as clear as the surface of a lake after the first snowfall, instantly transformed into a blazing, intense flame of her soul. This flame was not a scorching heat, but a new power that carried the oath of life and death and seeped into her bone marrow, blood, and the core of her spirit!
Strands of blue-silver ice crystal hair, scattered in all directions and dancing in the wind, were also burning, strangely merging with the blazing flames, weaving and leaping, like stars shining in the sky, cold and eerily beautiful, dazzling and mesmerizing yet awe-inspiring.

(End of this chapter)