The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 599 Chaotic Imprint
"Those who believe in me, accept it! Live on! Protect!" David's thoughts coalesced into an invisible wave, which rapidly spread through the spiritual bond to Hill and all the surviving knights who had not been corrupted by the demonic influence, had undergone the baptism of the holy flame, and possessed unwavering resolve.

In an instant, mysterious runes appeared like stars in the core of their souls.

Each rune seemed to carry fragments of information that could penetrate the limits of the body and will, cleverly fusing the divine power contained within the core of chaos with the ancient bloodline meditation methods of the ancestors.

Hill was suddenly gripped by a sharp pain that spread throughout his body. Cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his skin felt as if it were being burned by flames or frozen to the bone.

The originally fiery and vibrant life force and fighting spirit underwent an unprecedented fusion and transformation at this moment, as painful yet inevitable as steel being tempered in a furnace of flames.

His eyes widened suddenly, and a new magical radiance, enveloping the depths of his soul, gradually appeared. It was a dazzling pattern formed by the interweaving of ancient magical symbols and chaotic energy, spreading and leaping across his body like a spider web.

The mental stress increased sharply, but a more resilient and pure new life force gradually took root firmly in the bones and muscles.

The surviving knights around them were also going through the same ordeal—some collapsed to the ground spitting blood, some had their faces contorted but still gritted their teeth and persevered, and some were reborn like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

They were almost numb to physical pain, only their inner beliefs sustained this rebirth ritual that crossed the edge of death.

Arya knelt on the ground, her hands gripping the sword hilt tightly, feeling the invisible tide surging within her, resonating strangely with the new magical power.

She slowly raised her head, her icy blue eyes sharper and more resolute than ever before, and murmured softly, "This is...our dawn."

Anne prayed softly, infusing the great array with her remaining holy power, and also providing spiritual comfort to the transformed individuals, enabling them to endure this cruel transformation.

"May you protect the Silver Moon and live up to the trust placed in you by all living beings."

Lia focused all her efforts on stabilizing the flow of environmental elements. She lightly touched the edge of the altar with her fingers to place runes, using the shimmering blue light to resist the darkness's erosion, allowing the new witch riders to take root steadily.

"You are the new hope, the first rays of dawn."

After a long count of breaths, Hill was the first to complete the transformation.

He suddenly stood up, his whole body radiating a faint, cold, crystalline blue light.

He swung his massive arm and slashed out with his sword, a sword aura that combined battle qi and arcane fluctuations tearing through the void, like an icy blade shattering the old order of heaven and earth!

His face bore a resolute smile, a transformation from pain to unwavering determination: "As a citizen of the Silver Moon, I swear to protect the dawn with this mark of chaos, even at the cost of burning out the rest of my life!"

Immediately afterwards, the remaining survivors stood up, their bodies undergoing subtle changes due to the fusion of witchcraft: their skin became tougher, and their blood flowed with faint arcane ripples.

His thinking and reactions are as quick as an eagle's.
Combat instincts combined with mystical magic make them both fierce warriors and powerful masters of arcane arts—thus, true "Witch Knights" are forged!
On the battlefield, these new generation of warriors, like stars breaking through the long night, united their will, dispelled fear, and illuminated the way forward with the rekindled flame of life.

Amidst the howling wind and the setting sun, they resembled phoenixes rising from the ashes, ready to take flight once again, standing tall in the midst of despair for the sake of the silver moon!

David witnessed the changes in everyone, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips, but his eyes remained resolute.

He knew that although the road was full of thorns, as long as these souls lived on, there was still hope and a future.

"We will forge a new chapter with our blood and faith!" he said in a deep voice. "To hell with the Black Scars!"

The Chaos Imprint activated their latent talents and carried an ancient covenant; it is the key to connecting the past and future and linking the truth of the universe!
It allows these once ordinary or even dying humans to emerge from the ruins of despair and face the upcoming ultimate trial with a brand new attitude.

Before the dawn's light had completely dispelled the cold mist of the far northern wilderness, the depths of the royal court were already shaken by an unprecedented awakening of power.

Once the Chaos Mark was activated, the Warlocks broke free from their shackles of pain, their bodies radiating a glow that was a mixture of dark blue and silver.

The air was filled with a cold and pure magical aura, as if time itself had frozen in the presence of this power.

Hill stood at the very front of the group, his eyes as sharp as cold stars. He wore the armor of a newly formed wizard knight, the silver and blue patterns of which flowed and intertwined like the rhythm of a soul.

He gripped the longsword, which shone with brilliance from the fusion of the Chaos Core's power, its blade swirling with a new energy formed by the intertwining of holy flames and arcane fire.

With each breath, he stirred the wind and snow to swirl slightly, like the coldest, most chilling storm in the far north.

“Witch Knights,” Hill’s voice was steady and compelling, “we are no longer just warriors, nor are we traditional mages!”

Through the Chaos Imprint and Bloodline Meditation, let our will guide the runes, casting divine spells instantly with just a thought, without incantations! Let the Corruptors of the Abyss witness the reborn sharpness of the Silver Moon!

As soon as they finished speaking, dazzling runes flashed rapidly from their palms, weapons, and armor, dancing like fragments of a galaxy.

Without any unnecessary pause, they quickly threw themselves into battle.

A lithe, agile shaman with eyes gleaming with azure light lifted a long spear, its surface wreathed in frost runes and soul ripples.

He focused his mind and concentrated his inner will into the weapon, and instantly the tip of the spear burst forth with a magnificent icy brilliance.

With a sudden throw, a "Frost Soul Spear" enchanted with ice and possessing the Soul Rift effect ripped through the air. As it swept through the dark space, it resembled a falling North Star, leaving a dazzling trail in the night sky.

The spear pierced precisely through the core of an abyssal monster lurking in the shadows.

"Boom!" As the explosion rang out, a violent twisting sound came from inside the struck demon. Its unstable body, composed of dark, corrosive energy, instantly disintegrated into dust, and the foul stench emanating from it was immediately devoured by the surrounding holy flames.

On the other side, a female sorcerer knight bent down to protect a crumbling section of the wall, her hands constantly forming hand seals, gathering shimmering arcane energy waves in her palms.

This force was like the ancient veins of the earth awakening, firmly holding the collapsing and shattering rocks in place, thus keeping the flank defense line stable.

"I will not allow darkness to devour this land any longer!" she whispered through gritted teeth.

At the same time, another young man brandished his sword, the blade of which burned with a mixture of natural faith flames and holy arcane radiance.

As his blade sliced ​​through a deep, dark mist, it added a layer of scorching heat, forcing the shadow of corruption back step by step. "Our true mission is to burn away evil with our beliefs!" His voice was as firm as an anvil striking steel.

These new "Witch Riders" are different from the traditional heavy armored guards. Their physical fitness has been significantly improved, and they also possess powerful magical control and rapid reaction capabilities, which makes their mobility and spellcasting efficiency on the battlefield reach an unprecedented level.

This "instant casting" eliminates the need for lengthy and complicated commands. By simply concentrating one's mind, one can unleash powerful offensive and defensive magic from the runes within one's body, making it a new type of combat unit that is both tough and flexible, both lethal and protective.

They replaced the large number of traditional heavy knights who had fallen due to sacrifice, and engaged in the cleanup of the remaining Abyss forces with a more agile and diverse approach.

From the outer perimeter blockade to the approach to the core, each charge brought an unstoppable wave of destruction, clearing away heavy obstacles and lurking dangers for David and his other commanders.

David stood at the edge of the altar, gazing at the crowd charging forward. An invisible inspiration surged from his mind to his chest, making his spirit even stronger.

Each time he saw enemies being swiftly cut down and barriers temporarily secured, he gripped his greatsword tightly, quickened his breathing, and drew upon his conviction to prepare for the final showdown.

The wind and snowflakes flew up with the sound of blades slicing together, and every movement was imbued with the resilience and tenacity after being baptized by the blood of life.
Each burst of energy carries the undying will of our departed ancestors, transformed into an eternal vow;

Every look reflects an ardent longing for dawn and an unwavering determination to never compromise with the darkness!

The air seemed to be torn into countless tiny fragments of darkness and light, each fluctuation telling the story of the impending final battle.

David's eyes were solemn. He knew that this moment was both the eve of the decisive battle and the crucial beginning of the path to redemption.

“Lia,” David’s voice was steady and unquestionable, “You lead the team and do everything you can to suppress the black marks and living veins on Irene’s body.”

Cynthia used her Soul Shadow to assist in the Ice Seal, while the Saintess used the power of faith from afar to continuously suppress her spiritual erosion.

We must ensure that the Queen's soul is not completely consumed.

Lia bowed her head and nodded firmly, her eyes filled with unwavering determination. "Understood. I will lead them to do everything in my power to protect the last vestige of Irene's self."

Cynthia floated lightly to the altar like a shadow, her figure appearing and disappearing, her crystal eyes shimmering with icy blue light. Her hands gently caressed the air, invisibly weaving indestructible walls of soul ice that locked Irene in a cage.

In the distance, the saintess knelt among the rubble, her hands clasped together as she chanted an ancient prayer, while countless golden pillars of faith fell from the sky.

They converge to form an invisible, sacred barrier, providing holy power to protect all knights while continuously suppressing the spread of corrupting energy from Irene.

At that moment, David turned and gazed at the twisted and enormous avatar of the fallen god.

His gaze was as sharp as a blade, and within his body flickered an ominous vein connecting to the core of the deepest abyss rift—the very source of the corrupted power.

He slowly squatted down and took out the new rune orb that fused the core of chaos and the essence of stars from his chest. The orb emitted a dazzling blue and white flame, like a galaxy falling into a dark ocean, or like the dawn breaking through the eternal night mist.

David held his breath and stared intently at the jewel, pouring his own will into it.

He whispered an ancient incantation, a secret technique of the Silver Moon Knights that had been kept hidden for a thousand years.

By fusing the core energy of chaos with the rhythm of the stardial, the aim is to tear open the spatial barrier and create a brief yet extremely beautiful "purification channel" enveloped in chaotic divine light on both the temporal and spatial levels.

The passage slowly opened, like a blue lightning bolt tearing through the void, leading from the altar to the deepest part of the abyss rift.

Its interior is filled with a radiant glow, as brilliant as stars, yet containing destructive power. Every step is like stepping into an unknown purgatory, but it is also the only path to the hope of redemption from the root of depravity.

The knights, witnessing this astonishing scene, were all filled with awe and reverence.

This purification passage is not only a physical path, but also a fortress of will. To cross it, one needs to make extraordinary perseverance and sacrifices. They knew that David was about to step into the end of this lonely and extremely dangerous abyss.

"I will use myself as a torch to guide the dawn." David's voice was deep and firm. He stepped into the blazing, dazzling, yet all-consuming void entrance. His entire body was instantly engulfed in silvery-white holy flames, immersing him in a state of existence beyond the mundane and the realm of life and death.

He became a flowing galaxy, driven by pure will, plunging into the deepest core of darkness through the purification channel!

The remaining knights watched silently, their hearts churning with a thousand emotions: fear, anticipation, prayer, and a vow to protect to the death.

This is not just a physical test, but the ultimate trial of the purity of the soul and the strength of one's beliefs!

Lia strode towards Irene's location, waving her staff to guide the flow of natural elements while simultaneously instructing Cynthia to strengthen the Ice Shackles: "Maintain formation! Don't let her escape the control range!"

Cynthia responded softly, "She struggled more and more violently, but the ice wall became more and more solid. I will do my best to keep her consciousness from fluctuating!"

Annie knelt beside them, using warm golden magic to bolster her teammates' spirits, and encouraged them with a soft prayer: "We are with you, no matter how difficult it may be, we will protect the dawn!"

The runes of the grand array began to resonate, closely combining with the power of nature's legacy. A powerful protective field gradually expanded, providing life-defense enhancements for Lia and the others.

All of this was to create the safest and most relaxed environment for David, so that he could focus on severing the ominous shackles that connect to the source of eternal darkness!
As time progressed, the spatial distortion became increasingly intense. Within the "purification channel," trillions of azure flames surged, crashing against every inch of his body like a tidal wave, yet gradually dispelling the decaying shadows that were eroding his consciousness.

With each step he took closer, he felt the evil ripples emanating from that ancient, dark being more clearly, and he became even more determined to destroy it completely!
Chaotic divine light tore through the void like fragments of a galaxy, and David stepped into the purification passage woven from the core of chaos and the rhythm of stars.

The sense of spatial distortion within the passage gradually intensified, with each step feeling as if it were crossing the boundary between reality and another world.

Countless blue and white flames flowed around me, a pure energy that transcended mortal understanding, yet also faintly carried the shadow of decay from the abyss, like ice and fire intertwined, life and death resonating.

Finally, he passed through layers of spatial mist, as if traversing a long, dark tunnel, and arrived at the bottom of the abyss rift.

That unknown, most mysterious and terrifying place beyond the far northern desert.

There is no scorching fire, no burning lava, and no smell of burning sulfur here.

(End of this chapter)