The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 593 The End of Parliament
Amidst these ruins, the overwhelming energy unleashed by the arrival of the Silver Ark has utterly annihilated the main force of the allied forces, but a few remaining enemies continue to struggle tenaciously.

Their faces were deathly pale, they were clad in tattered armor, and their eyes were filled with fear and madness.

Under the powerful mental suppression of David and the witches and knights, this crumbling and disorganized remnant of the allied forces was driven into a desperate situation one by one, like fleeing wild beasts.

Hill stood amidst the smoke and fire, his armor tattered and worn, the sharp edge of his sword reflecting the dark red glow of the flames.

His face was covered in dried blood and dirt, but his eyes remained sharp and resolute, cutting through the enemy's last line of defense like a sharp sword.

With each swing of his sword, he led the Witch Cavalry to relentlessly suppress the enemy's escape route, forcing them into a corner with no way out.

"Don't let them escape!" Hill roared, brandishing his longsword and urging the soldiers behind him to keep up.

Despite being nearly exhausted and each strike accompanied by heavy breathing, he did not back down, for he knew this was not only a battle for survival, but also a defense of his homeland and the Queen's final vow.

A struggling high-ranking member of the Eternal Night Council was surrounded by several wizard knights. He was trembling all over and his face was as pale as paper, but he still desperately resisted and tried to break free of his restraints.

However, Hill's eyes were sharp. He rushed forward and used his heavy longsword to seal his opponent's throat, coldly saying each word: "Now, tell me—where is the headquarters of your Eternal Night Council!"

What exactly is your collusion with that church?!

The suppressed person's lips moved slightly, but could not speak, only emitting painful, hoarse sounds.

Hill showed no mercy, using ruthless tactics to pressure his opponent. He knew that this intelligence was crucial to the future course of the entire war and was key to controlling the situation.

"Tell me! The Pope's Shadow? Those clandestine deals!" His voice cut through the night like frost, causing the surrounding soldiers to hold their breath and focus intently on the situation before them.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, the other party, under excruciating pain, revealed the most crucial secrets: the coordinates of the secret headquarters of the Eternal Night Council, their clandestine collusion with the Church, and the identity of the "Pope's Shadow" behind the scenes.

“We…can’t let…the truth be exposed…” he uttered the chilling information haltingly before collapsing to the ground, losing consciousness.

Hill wiped the blood from his forehead, his gaze turning cold and resolute: "Have the coordinates been confirmed?" He turned to ask the data officer guarding him, who nodded in response. It was a hidden and heavily defended interstellar outpost.

The Eternal Night Council, which truly controls the source of dark intrigue, will be a crucial battleground in the next phase.

David nodded slightly after hearing this. He walked slowly from the control platform, and the air in the entire venue seemed to freeze because of his presence.

His gaze was deep and solemn, and he lowered his voice to an almost icy coldness: "The Eternal Night Council? From this moment on, it should be completely erased from history."

His voice was firm and unwavering, like a judge announcing the end of the world, sending shivers down everyone's spines and stirring up endless fighting spirit and a chill in the air.

He then turned to Hill, “Lead your most elite and loyal reserve of wizards and set off immediately.”

"This is our people's revenge, and it is also an important mission that those with unwavering faith must complete," David added, emphasizing that there is no room for hesitation or delay, "We must not give any remaining enemies a chance to breathe."

The atmosphere inside the cabin was filled with a powerful force. Everyone felt the weight of that solemn oath. It was not just a military operation, but a baptism, a growth, a thorough reckoning with the pain of the past, and an important ceremony for the beginning of a new era.

Hill stared at David's resolute words, feeling a sudden weight of responsibility on his shoulders, yet also an unwavering resolve.

"Understood. I will lead my troops across the battlefield, paving the way for revenge with blood and glory!"

As the order was given, the elite troops quickly assembled, their faces etched with unwavering resolve.

Some bear the scars of rebirth from the ashes, while others are the indomitable souls who vowed to protect their homeland to the death. Every step they take seems to lay a solid foundation for the future.

Well-equipped and perfectly coordinated, they swept through the ruins like an iron torrent, demonstrating with their actions what it means to have an inextinguishable flame of faith.

In the distance, a few cunning remnants of the enemy still tried to sneak away and hide, but they had nowhere to hide within the witches' tight mental surveillance network and the coverage of their psionic attacks.

A cloud of magical dust rose up, like a sharp blade slicing through the darkness, and countless shrieks of pain echoed through the air along with shockwaves of shimmering runes.

This is a cleanup operation that shows no mercy and leaves no room for retreat.

Because this is everything that must be done for our homeland, for our people, and for our future!
David stood in the center of the command post, watching the front lines advance to eliminate the remaining rebels.

He clenched his fists, and the chaotic core operated steadily, emitting a faint blue light, slowly flowing with a power akin to deathly judgment within his body.

This power is both terrifying and gives all its followers an unbreakable belief: "Silvermoon, we will rise again and rebuild our glory from the ruins!"
Those who betrayed their homeland will pay the price!

The smoke of battle had not yet completely dissipated in the distance, and corpses and broken rune arrays were scattered among the rubble and dust.

The air was still thick with the smell of gunpowder and the acrid odor of burning metal, and every breath felt like a heavy burden.

David, clad in a dark robe, stood silently beside the humanoid remains encased in ice in the Silvermoon capital.

Cynthia's humanoid form, covered in thick ice crystals, resembled a sleeping queen. Although her body was no longer berserk and beast-like, the depths of her soul core were still turbulent. The spatial attributes of chaos and frost, heat and cold, maintained her life on a fragile balance.

David crouched down, his gaze carefully examining the blue and white interwoven, crystal clear yet as hard as iron-like ice shield covering his body.

He gently placed his palm on a chip whose surface shimmered with a faint light; it was a void star core taken from the void core warehouse of the "Silverwing Ark".

A core containing ancient mysteries and spatial power.

The surface of this star core gleams with a soft, ethereal blue light, like ripples in a deep ocean, its gentle flow seemingly carrying a mysterious rhythm.

David sensed the subtle spatial ripples it emitted, which resonated with an incredible and eerie connection to the tangled, contradictory, and beast-like bloodline within Cynthia's body.

He frowned slightly, but couldn't hide his excitement: "This is the key... The spatial frequency released by this void star core unexpectedly matches the chaotic power deep in her soul."

He slowly stood up, casting his gaze toward the rising sun on the horizon. "Perhaps we have found a way to break through this long darkness."

He then waved his hand, summoning the team of technical wizards to come over.

They moved through the dilapidated command center, constantly accessing the shipborne data terminal to conduct in-depth analysis of the void star core. Complex and mysterious data streams scrolled rapidly on the screen, various runes flashing and intertwining, dissecting every inch of energy structure as if they were living things.

Chief Technologist Eileen frowned, and said in a trembling but focused voice, "Preliminary results show that this void star core possesses more than just ordinary spatial anchoring capabilities."

She swiped her fingertip across the data interface, saying, "It can efficiently coordinate the phase of the plane, improving the efficiency of cross-dimensional transmission by several times or even dozens of times."

“More importantly,” Eileen paused, “this phase coordination capability far surpasses all the materials we currently know, providing an unprecedented foundation for building the ‘dimensional bridge’ in terms of both stability and transmission speed.”

David stared intently at the data fluctuations on the screen, his eyes gleaming with a long-lost, intense light.

"'The Dimensional Bridge'...that teleportation network that connects multiple universes?" he asked in a deep voice. "If we could use this void star core as the central hub, we could achieve true instantaneous interdimensional movement..."

Eileen nodded in confirmation: "That's right. If this technological breakthrough succeeds, it will completely change our understanding of spacetime travel and material transfer, while greatly enhancing strategic mobility."

This includes not only tactical evacuation, but also resource allocation, emergency rescue, and exploration of the multiverse.

The team members exchanged glances; some were so excited their hands trembled, while others silently lowered their heads in thought.

They understood that this was not just a scientific breakthrough, but a new path to the future, and an indispensable tool for dispelling the shadows of darkness and rebuilding their homeland.

Meanwhile, within Cynthia's humanoid body, which was encased in ice, a faint, intermittently flashing signal emanated from the depths of her soul matrix. The chaotic and frost attributes intertwined into complex patterns, like a tangled, ever-spreading, and writhing wisp of lingering life force.

The mist seemed to gradually stabilize with a wisp of frequency released from the void star core, much like the winter morning dew soothing the condensed leaves—fragile yet full of hope.

Anne stood to the side, her eyes closed, softly chanting ancient incantations, gently guiding and protecting the spiritual matrix from being torn apart by disorder with her spiritual power.

“Her Majesty is still severely injured, but this resonance gives her the possibility of taking the first step toward awakening,” she whispered. “Next, we must continue to monitor and assist this process, otherwise any unexpected disturbance could lead to a complete collapse.”

Lia gripped her staff tightly; her face was pale, but her eyes were as firm as a rock.

"I will allocate more frost runes to protect this place and create a safe environment for His Majesty to repair himself. This is not a short battle, but a long vigil." Her words were soft, but they were filled with an unspeakable sense of responsibility.

Arya walked to the edge of the ruins and scanned the small area in the distance where the remaining enemy forces had not yet been completely eliminated with her sharp eyes.

“The enemy’s shadowy figures suggest an ambush; we must remain vigilant at all times,” she said, gripping her sword with a menacing stance. “Protecting all of this is contributing to victory!”

David stood in the ruins of the command center, his dark robe swaying gently in the cold wind.

Before him was a new type of spatial node model driven by a void star core. The core, which contained ancient mysteries and spatial power, emitted a faint blue light, like a faint vortex in an abyss, constantly twisting and leaping.

He lightly touched the surface of the model with his fingertips, and the ethereal and mysterious ripples instantly flowed through the room.

This is precisely the core of the "Dimensional Bridge" project, a teleportation network hub connecting multiple cosmic planes.

With the continuous and precise calibration of the Void Star Core frequency adjustment, this plan will greatly enhance strategic mobility and resource allocation efficiency, laying a solid foundation for the future revival of the Silver Moon.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

The door was pushed open, and a figure staggered in—a messenger scout, his tattered battle robe stained with dried black blood, the blood stains corroding the fabric as if it were corroding it.
His face was deathly pale, and his eyes were sunken and empty as if he were blind, yet he still struggled to support his trembling body.

“My lord…” His voice was hoarse and shrill, like a low growl after his soul had been torn apart, “Black…Scar…it’s alive…”

The scout shuffled toward David and handed him a special magic crystal that he was clutching tightly.

The magic crystal was completely cold, and inside it was sealed a folded piece of paper, stained with bright red dried blood, which intertwined with cracks to form a strange pattern.

The air was instantly filled with a putrid stench and a wave of spiritual pollution, which shocked everyone present.

“It devours…breath…” the scout murmured, “The knights…many of them…have changed…”

At this point, he suddenly knelt down on the cold marble floor, his whole body trembling and convulsing violently, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

His face, twisted by a mental breakdown, was heartbreaking, yet it couldn't conceal the fear and despair behind it.

Annie immediately went over to help him up, while simultaneously deploying a mental shield to alleviate his pain.

She frowned and whispered to Liya, "This pollution not only erodes the body, but also directly distorts the mind and will, like a soul-devouring miasma, endless and boundless."

Lia gripped her staff tightly, her eyes as resolute as a winter pine: "We must decipher this letter as soon as possible; we cannot allow this terror to spread."

Arya quickly set up perimeter defenses, her sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit edges of the surrounding area like those of a hawk. "The remnants of the enemy or even more dangerous creatures may be lurking here. We must not underestimate them."

David slowly walked towards the magic crystal, placed it under the soft blue light projector on the table, and carefully unfolded the map paper that was stained with dried blood, with rough lines but full of threat.

In the projection, a huge crack snaked and coiled like a venomous snake, with several abnormal expansion points clearly visible around its perimeter. In the center, there was a strange "eye" symbol—the very place rumored to be the terrifying "Black Mark."

Hill rushed over upon hearing the news. His expression was grave as he stared at the image on the projection screen for a long time: "Have those Knights lost control? How many survived?"

Anne shook her head and sighed: "Most of them have been infected with the virulent miasma, and are not only disoriented, but also showing violent tendencies and mental instability."

Some even attack each other without distinguishing between friend and foe.

Currently, a large number of them are concentrated in the area surrounding the 'Black Mark,' but their spread is far exceeding expectations.

David's tone turned somber. "This is not just a simple battle, but a catastrophe involving both physical destruction and the tearing apart of the soul."

He paused for a moment and then asked the scout, "What about Irene? Is she safe?"

(End of this chapter)