The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 584 The Wrath of Judgment

"I... will never let you hurt Lia!" Lena murmured, her voice filled with sorrow yet unwavering resolve. "Even if it costs me my life, I will become an insurmountable barrier for you!"

At that instant, the top of the tower was enveloped in a fantastical scene of stark contrasts visible to the naked eye: intense, blazing red holy light relentlessly assaulted the blue-white spiritual shield, while the latter, with an almost miraculous resilience, did not back down, making the entire space seem as if it were entangled and torn apart by the force fields of two completely different worlds, yet simultaneously coexisting and intertwining to construct a new network of battle rhythms.

Inside the protective barrier, Lia, who was still in the breakthrough ritual, felt the protective energy explode and intensify instantly. She felt as if she were bathed in a fresh and vibrant torrent that transcended the dimensions of material form. Every breath she took was more steady and powerful, and every pulse seemed to connect to the broader primordial rhythm of the universe, allowing her spiritual body to continue to climb to an unprecedented height!

However, the price behind such a spectacular, tenacious, and desperate struggle was also extremely high—Lena felt her body and soul being continuously burned and consumed, every cell seemed to be undergoing disintegration and reconstruction, and constantly igniting the flames of her own primordial undead meant that maintaining this for a long time would inevitably lead to complete annihilation...

Even so, her face showed no fear or hesitation, only a steadfast belief in her final vow to protect her allies, a reflection of her unwavering faith in ultimate victory!

Cynthia witnessed this tragic scene and stood silently for a moment, then her face showed a complex mix of emotions that were hard to describe: admiration, heartache, and an overwhelming sense of responsibility that weighed heavily on her as she persevered against her fate...

The night was as dark as ink, and the top of the Silver Moon Tower was filled with a mixture of biting cold and blazing light.

Lena stood at the center of the altar, her whole body radiating a dazzling yet cold light, an ultimate miracle born from the fusion of the flame of life and the power of the snow demon's bloodline.

She slowly raised her hand, her eyes focusing into a soul flame interwoven with deep blue and fiery red, gathering all the essence of life into specks of starlight.

Surrounding her was a vast and pure ice-blue soul barrier, as immeasurable as the stars in the sky—the Frostfire Barrier.

This barrier exudes a bone-chilling cold, every breath of which seems to have been formed from glaciers that have been frozen for millions of years, freezing not only time but also blocking the flow of space.

The barrier, like a giant ice crystal shield, completely enveloped the core area at the top of the altar, giving people a sense of absolute defensive pressure.

Outside the tower, the three spears of holy judgment, condensed from pure holy light, crashed down, each carrying the destructive power bestowed by the gods.

They were like divine punishment blades, piercing the frosty barrier with irresistible force.

As the first holy spear pierced the icy blue spiritual shield, a silent yet earth-shattering explosion erupted instantly.

The energy shockwave tore through space like exploding stars, with countless silver-blue fragments intertwined and flying amidst dazzling platinum sparks, transforming into brilliant yet deadly fireworks in the night sky.

Despite the immense impact, the Frostfire Barrier miraculously survived the initial onslaught. With Lena's life force at the cost of her own, it stubbornly maintained its intact form, buying Lia an unprecedentedly precious opportunity.

However, this resilience came at an extremely high price—Lena's entire body was gradually enveloped and cut by the intertwining of holy light and soul-burning flames. Her body began to become transparent and covered with fine, crystal-clear textures, like a crystal statue sculpted on frozen soil for millions of years. Every tiny breath was accompanied by the appearance of tiny cracks, but the whole body remained unbreakable.

Her eyes burned with an inextinguishable flame of the soul—the indomitable belief surging from the deepest part of the Snow Demon Clan's bloodline, the new will forged by a vow of life and death, and the immortal beacon that vowed to protect allies and safeguard the hope for the future!

At this moment, she became a living, yet frozen, divine statue in the torrent of time, an eternal imprint in the tragic scroll of heaven and earth.

This bizarre state is the legendary "permafrost," which combines the Absolute Frost Seal and the Forbidden Technique of Burning the Ancient Soul. It allows her to temporarily and forcefully transform all time, space, and energy flows, temporarily pinning the three spears of destruction in mid-air and halting their offensive, preventing them from advancing any further!
Inside the tower, Lia was immersed in this protective power. She felt her spiritual body being filled and purified from the inside out by the rhythm of the universe's origin, constantly climbing to new spiritual heights.

Amidst a mix of resolve and hope, she steadily completed the remaining ritual steps, thoroughly integrating the essence of the sixth ring into the depths of her consciousness, laying a solid foundation for the future.

Cynthia bit her lip as she collected rune fragments from the shattered barrier and rearranged the ancient magic circle, hoping to use the remaining magic to slow down the enemy's offensive and buy her allies a chance to counterattack.

However, the battle between the enemy and ourselves, both overt and covert, has already reached a fever pitch, with every second carrying the weight of life and death!

Thunder roared and lightning flashed across the sky, and shattered stars fell one after another, but they still could not withstand the endless pressure of the divine projection, which continuously released its immense power in an attempt to break through the "eternal freeze" restriction.

However, at this moment, the indestructible barrier, forged by Lena with her life and imbued with the ultimate secret of her race, caused her to freeze for a moment, making it difficult to move forward!
Time seemed to stand still, yet also flowed backward; the air froze, yet a fierce undercurrent raged beneath; a tragic destiny, like a shooting star falling from the sky, regardless of the final outcome, this journey has been etched into the deepest memories of everyone's hearts—

The girl who burned herself into an eternal vow, sealing herself in "eternal freeze" at the cost of "burning her soul,"

That humanoid battle shield, forged from the very essence of the Snow Demon's bloodline, served as the final barrier against the devastating torrent of the apocalypse.

The immortal guardian who won David's return a crucial turning point and a brief respite—

Between the Blood Prison World and the Prime Material Plane, the twisted, broken passage emitted a faint, shimmering light. The air was thick with a mixture of intense heat and icy cold, as if awaiting the arrival of a crucial moment.

At that moment, a blinding light suddenly flashed from the depths of the passage, and a figure stepped out as if breaking through the air—it was David, his face etched with pain and determination.

The moment he stepped into the Blood Prison World, he was surrounded by raging chaotic energy, as if the wrath of thunder had been solidified into a physical form.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes burned with an uncontrollable rage, a flame as intense as the heavens and the sea, scorching his very soul to the point of near destruction.

He felt the cold despair emanating from the depths of the distant Silver Moon Tower—Lena was desperately resisting the attack at the cost of her life, and that fragility and fearlessness pierced the deepest part of his heart.

“You… how dare you…” His voice was low and hoarse, like a thousand-year-old thunderclap, yet it was also filled with endless grief and indignation.

Without a word or a moment's hesitation, he concentrated all his divine power at the tip of his right index finger. A gray light slowly gathered, as if formed from the most primordial chaos of the universe.

It was a mysterious energy form that combined the powers of Blood Prison, nature, the ocean, and the laws of chaos, which he called the prototype of "Chaos Judgment".

This gray beam of light, imbued with the power of destruction and reconstruction, traced an arc through space, like dawn piercing the night or a meteor streaking across the sky.

Wherever it goes, all evil, decay, and dark order are torn apart and shattered, and invisible magical walls and twisted barriers collapse and disintegrate.

David's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he focused intently on the direction of the Silver Moon Tower. He concentrated his will, channeling all his emotions into offensive energy, without wasting a single drop.

This was the peak of his rage, the first time he had unleashed this new chaotic divine power, which combined the essence of many laws, in the prime material world!
In an instant, the three holy spears suspended in the air were crushed and destroyed by the gray torrent, as if they had been violently struck by a storm.

The sharp tip broke into countless sharp fragments that scattered, and the projections of the scepters of the three cardinals that accompanied it were also drawn into this terrifying power, and vanished like boulders falling into an abyss.

The illusory projections of the cardinals erupted with indistinct sounds that resembled angry roars, but their source was severed by a powerful and pure chaotic force, instantly dissipating them without leaving a trace.

A deafening explosion echoed through the space, and at the same time, the surrounding air and void fluctuations quickly returned to calm, but that sense of oppression was forever etched in the heart.

David stood silently at the edge of the remaining ruins, exuding a powerful and intimidating aura.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning slightly white, but his eyes shone with an unwavering belief in justice and a resolute commitment to fulfilling his vow to his dearest friend, even unto death.

"Lena... I'm here." He murmured, then gazed at the core of the altar atop the tower still shrouded in blue and white spirit shields in the distance—that was where his ally's lifeline lay, and where their fate would hinge on a crucial turning point!
The embers, a mixture of flames and frost, still drifted slowly in the air, as if time itself had been frozen by this catastrophe.

At the top of the tower, Lena stood quietly, her crystal-clear body, like an ice sculpture, glowing with a faint blue light, yet seemingly on the verge of shattering and collapsing.

A suffocating sense of oppression permeated the air, an atmosphere that lingered on the edge of life and death.

Cynthia and the members of the witch coven silently surrounded her, their faces showing a complex and heavy expression, a mixture of prayer and despair.

Suddenly, a streak of gray, chaotic light ripped through the sky and crashed down on the top of the tower like a thunderclap.

Amidst the attention of the crowd, David appeared beside Rena, whose sword, burning with a spiritual flame that intertwined destruction and life, remained frozen in a state of perpetual ice.

He gazed at the girl who had once used her life as a shield and her soul as a barrier to protect the world.

His brows were deeply etched with barely concealed anxiety and heartache.

He extended his right hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, like a feather gently brushing against frost—and lightly touched her brow, which was sealed within ice crystals.

The gray, chaotic core power flowed slowly, flowing from her fingertips into her body like a remnant of fire buried deep in frozen soil for many years.

The energy fluctuations, like the faint warmth of the winter sun, cautiously probed into the depths of its core—where the last fragile and flickering embers of the lingering soul flame resided.

Lena's entire body was frozen into an incredibly hard crystal. Blue and white light flickered intermittently in the tiny cracks on her body, traces left by the constant struggle between the essence of life and the limits of cold.

However, her core soul was on its last legs—like a flickering candle in the wind, its essential fire source almost completely depleted, with only intermittent fluctuations sustaining its life force through sheer willpower.

David sensed the desolation and vulnerability emanating from her. He frowned, his eyes flashing with reproach and self-blame.

"Why... why did it come to this..." he murmured softly.

Despite his current immense power—the ability to fuse multiple laws and tear through the void—he was powerless against such a critically endangered soul. He began to release some of his chaotic divine power, forming a faint gray-silver shield around Lena. The shield resembled a dense network of blood vessels, barely stabilizing the remaining embers of life and preventing them from quickly dissipating.

The shield, like a thin mist, linked the scattered fragments of life into a temporary balance, but it was clear that this was merely a bitter medicine to prolong the time, not a real reversal of the destructive process.

David gripped the handle of the scepter tightly with both hands, chanting the ancient incantation word by word, infusing hope with his own divine power, and building the last barrier for this solitary guardian.

"Your body... has almost vanished into nothingness; your soul... has burned away, leaving only a sliver of unwavering will connecting you and me."

His voice trembled, but remained firm: "I will endure all of this, I must endure!"

The stars twinkled atop the tower, their pale blue light making the scene appear especially poignant and tragic.

Cynthia stood by, tears welling in her eyes, but there was nothing she could do. The witches silently gathered their energy and spirit, resonating to release prayer runes, hoping to awaken or prolong the last vestiges of their bond.

Not far away, the rune chains on the altar still shone with silver and blue divine patterns. They were an important link in resisting the dark torrent and one of the key supports for Lia's breakthrough.

David's eyes shone with a chaotic gray light under the dark sky, as intense as an ancient god awakening.

He stood atop the tower, his gaze piercing, fixed on the ravaged capital city, torn apart by a tapestry of darkness and holy light.

Although Lena was temporarily protected by chaotic energy, an even more violent and uncontrollable rage surged in her heart—an endless judgment against the church invaders for desecrating this land and trampling on the bloodline of the dead.

The air suddenly froze, and the surrounding space distorted and fluctuated. David slowly raised his right hand; his fingertips did not require complex incantations, but could manipulate the chaotic laws of heaven and earth with just his will.

His deep and cold gaze instantly released an invisible pressure, like the arrival of the apocalypse, shrouding the entire capital in a dark and gloomy atmosphere.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a faint yet extremely oppressive energy rippled outwards.

This force had no form, yet it carried a powerful will to destroy and purify, instantly piercing through all those adorned with the Church's holy light within its field of vision—whether they were elite soldiers entrenched in the ruined streets or minor bishops hovering high in the sky guarding the underworld, none of them escaped this catastrophe.

(End of this chapter)