The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 600 Echoes of the Abyss
Instead, there was absolute silence—a silence so profound it was suffocating, a chill so deep it was icy and eternal.

Huge rock fragments floated in the void, twisted and deformed like severed celestial arms or the remains of ancient behemoths lying across the sea of ​​stars.

They exude an indescribable ominous aura, each surface covered with strange and tangled veins, as if silently telling a story of a forgotten horror from millions of years ago.

David stood atop a massive, floating skeleton, so enormous and indistinct in shape that it evoked images of some legendary, never-before-seen ancient Titan.

Its bones are hard and strangely twisted, covered with abyssal crystal clusters and dark energy flows, like an ominous behemoth sleeping at the end of the void.

The air was filled with whispers, sounds like the wails of millions of dead, yet also mixed with curses and temptations that corroded divine power and eroded the will of the spirit.

Every now and then, a piercing, bone-chilling shriek would tear through the boundary of the void, making David feel an unprecedented sense of oppression in the deepest part of his heart.

He slowly surveyed the desolate and lifeless land. Each step he took stirred up a faint dust that drifted into the seemingly still space. This dust carried a faint magical fluctuation, making the surrounding environment even more suffocating and despairing.

Suddenly, a series of indescribable roars came from afar, shaking and tearing the air, like the angry roar of a ferocious monster awakening.

Immediately, an amorphous and terrifying aggregate formed from countless wailing souls, wrapped in shimmering, mysterious abyssal crystal clusters and bone fragments, slowly appeared. Its enormous body was like a ghostly worm in the darkness, constantly rolling and surging, and sometimes coalescing into a twisted shape like a demon's face!
That was the final form of the fallen god's incarnation, not a mere physical entity, but a soul-devouring monster embodying countless torments through the combination of corruption and destruction.

Its limbs were tangled and intertwined, but every wriggle was accompanied by a terrifying pressure, as if it wanted to devour and annihilate the entire space!
David squinted and stared, feeling the malice emanating from the monster that was almost beyond mortal imagination, an ancient judgment on life, will, and faith.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his entire body ablaze with blue and white holy flames, responding to this ultimate threat with unwavering gaze: "I will build a Great Wall of Dawn with my flesh and blood, and sever your eternal shackles with my conviction!"

David stood atop the floating skeletons, his gaze sharp as cold steel. He felt the endless pressure surrounding him converge into one, the core of the dark power released by the incarnation of the fallen god.

In the void, countless abyssal crystal clusters shimmered with a dark and eerie purple light, and invisible corrosive spiritual energy surged like a tide, tearing space into distorted patterns.

That terrifying aggregate—the final incarnation of the Fallen God—was like an entity of despair and destruction, writhing and tumbling in the void. Its limbs twisted and contorted like a nightmare, pieced together and intertwined from countless wailing souls, broken bones, and crystal fragments.

“David…” The voice was deep and sinister, like a thousand ghosts whispering in your ear, carrying an irresistible, corrosive force.

"Your beliefs will eventually turn to dust, your holy flames will be consumed by decay..."

David gritted his teeth, his whole body surging with blue and white holy flames. He slowly raised his sword, the blade of which was enveloped by the profound meaning of the stardial infusion from the Chaos Core, drawing a dazzling trajectory in the dark space.

He understood that this was an ultimate showdown that required going all out and exhausting all his vitality and willpower to complete.

The battle broke out instantly.

The Abyss Avatar unfurled its enormous tentacles, constructed from crystals and twisted bones. The tentacles roared and swung, each strike sending waves of foul, corrosive air sweeping through the void.

Dark rays burst forth from its countless eyes, like lightning shattering the night sky, scorching the surrounding space into scorched earth;

The soul whipping is like an invisible whip tearing through the air, constantly trying to strike the most vulnerable part of David's soul.
Furthermore, the corrosive effects spread, causing anyone who comes into contact with its aura to feel as if their flesh and blood are being slowly dissolved and peeled away.

Faced with this destructive torrent sweeping in madness, David did not back down.

He quickly activated the Blood Prison Phantom Protection Technique, and a semi-transparent but exceptionally hard rune shield bloomed from his body, sealing off and isolating some of the corrosive magic energy.

But he soon realized that although this defense was strong, it could not withstand the continuous invasion of the corrupting forces for long. Each impact was like a hammer blow to his heart, making his whole body tremble and feel a dull pain.

"Not only that..." David silently recited the mantra, while simultaneously using the natural vitality spell to draw out the life energy from the depths of the earth, using the vibrant greenery to counteract some of the spread of the dying plague.

Amidst the entwining green vines, a gentle yet powerful life force nourished his body and spirit, allowing him to maintain his composure and prevent him from being completely overwhelmed by the poison.

Immediately afterwards, he activated the Sea God's Wrathful Waves spell, and a surging, turbulent illusion of a giant ocean wave mixed with icy salt mist suddenly condensed and erupted around him.

This raging wave crashed against the polluted abyss, like a ferocious beast pouncing on blood, triggering layers of magical reactions that exploded outwards, buying precious breathing time and a chance to counterattack.

At the same time, he used complex spacetime magic, transmitting the technique of rewriting the trajectory of stars through the Chaos Core, constantly distorting his movement route, making it difficult for those deadly rays and soul whips to lock onto the target, and each dodge was full of precise calculation and instantaneous changes.

However, even so, because the environment was constantly eroding the source of divine power, its internal corruption intensified, and his chaotic energy gradually flowed away like fine sand in an hourglass, being swallowed and deprived little by little by this strange space.

Sweat soaked his forehead, his muscles were taut to the limit, but the fire in his heart still burned fiercely.

Every swing of the sword is imbued with an irreversible resolve; every incantation is poured with all the power of faith.

He knew that this was a protracted war, a catastrophe that would test the limits of will and endurance!
At the same time, the massive polluted aggregate continued to tear apart, spewing out even more intense black mist, and invisible mental attacks frequently assaulted his mental defenses, causing his brain to ache more intensely.

Even so, he held firm, showing no sign of backing down.
"I...the Silver Moon Knights...will never fall!" His voice reverberated through the silent dead zone. "You cannot destroy the purest star within my heart!"

The battle unfolded like a fierce symphony in the flow of time: blades cleaved through the air, sparks flying; frost runes froze the gloomy clouds.

Natural green vines penetrate the desolate and barren landscape;
Spacetime ripples disrupt the surrounding order, while the corrupted incarnations wreak havoc, unleashing various anomalies and charging into battle. All of this intertwines to create an epic and magnificent spectacle!

But as time went on, the fight became increasingly difficult.

Whenever the holy flame burns, a wisp of dark shadow always quietly emerges, attempting to invade his body;

Whenever nature awakens, I always feel a cold, deathly aura creeping into my roots...

The environment was subtly and slowly eroding his energy reserves, while the enemy seemed to be getting stronger with each battle!
The darkness of the abyss rift devoured everything around it like a monstrous beast, and the heavy corrosive aura, like an invisible poison net, slowly entangled David's body and mind.

As the battle continued to its limit, he felt his inner strength draining away like a river bursting its banks, but his consciousness became increasingly clear.

Just as he was on the verge of life and death, he suddenly sensed a faint but rapid fluctuation.

"Above! The suppressive power of Lia and the others is weakening!" David's heart tightened suddenly, and his gaze abruptly turned to the depths of the void, to the area bound by countless runes and light, frozen and woven into a solid barrier of faith.

Irene, the queen who once stood at the pinnacle of glory, is now corrupted by the black marks and her soul teeters on the brink of life and death. Her will to resist flickers like a candle in the wind, and each struggle makes her seem more fragile.

David frowned, feeling the corrosive force like an invisible chain, dragging the last remaining glimmer of light in Irene's soul step by step into the abyss of darkness.

A pang of pain welled up in his heart, yet he could not back down.

At this moment, every second is crucial to the balance between dawn and eternal night.

Suddenly, amidst the churning chaotic energy of the battlefield, a faint blue-white light flashed within the massive body of the Fallen God's avatar.

David's sharp eyes locked onto the unusual fluctuation: there, tightly enveloped by countless clusters of contaminated crystals, was—

The lingering image of Irene's soul core after it was corrupted and extracted!
The faint afterimage trembled and twisted, as if tortured to the limit, yet struggling to survive.

It convulsed in agony, uttering broken whispers amidst the pollution: "Save...me..."

In that instant, countless thoughts and emotions surged into David's mind like a tidal wave.

He thought of the despair and determination in Liliana's dying eyes;

I think of Lena burning her last embers and turning into an eternal flame;

Thinking of Cynthia sacrificing her mortal body to protect her companions when she transformed into a beast;
And then there were the knights who bravely threw themselves into the holy flames of dawn, building an iron wall with their flesh and blood, all to protect the future.

"Save her..." a voice cried from the depths of her will, "Sacrifice her to complete the purification?"

“Insufficient strength! A choice must be made!” David was torn apart, caught in a constant struggle between life, belief, and sacrifice.

He stared at the struggling core of the afterimage, as if he saw the glory and impending fall of the entire Silver Moon Knights, and he also saw that he was carrying not only a life, but the future destiny of the entire race.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the earth seemed to hold its breath, awaiting his decision.

Finally, he slowly closed his eyes, and his entire body was suddenly engulfed in brilliant blue and white holy flames, which merged and surged with the core of chaos.

It was an unprecedented, gentle yet firm, hand-shaped energy that surged from his chest, covering the entire inner space of the corrupted core with warm and extremely pure textures, enveloping the trapped soul fragment within, gently yet powerfully peeling it away from the contaminated crystal cluster's restraints.

The process of peeling away was exceptionally intense and lengthy; the fragments of the soul seemed to undergo a rebirth, painful yet radiant.

In this process, countless emotions intertwined and merged: tolerance, protection, sacrifice, and atonement… These complex and exquisitely pure human emotions, combined with the ancient bloodline meditation method that had slumbered for many years within the core of chaos, together gave birth to a completely new power characteristic—

"Redemption of divinity".

This newly born power radiates a warm blue holy light, like the first rays of dawn illuminating the frozen earth, or like sparks of hope bursting forth from the center of a vast galaxy.

It is not only purification, but also carries the power to protect the possibility of new life and the ultimate redemption. It is the most firm response to the torrent of sins in the past, and the most devout prayer for the dawn of the future!

David opened his eyes, and his gaze became even warmer and more resolute.

He gripped the greatsword tightly, merging all the elements within him with a newfound will: "With this divinity, I will protect you; I will sever all shackles, and you will once again become the glory of the Silver Moon!"

From afar, Liya and the others sensed that the suppression had intensified again. They saw the black marks entangled around Irene gradually receding, and a gentle yet resilient life force reappeared between the Queen's brows.

Cynthia strengthened the ice wall, making it even more stable, while the saint's prayers became even more devout and resonant.

The air seemed to change its rhythm at this moment, and the invisible pressure eased considerably, but the struggle was far from over; this was merely the most difficult hurdle before dawn.

The future still needs to be forged with blood and flesh!
David calmly stepped atop the floating skeleton, his entire body enveloped in the newly born divine glow of redemption. The new energy, a fusion of compassion and resolve, made him appear like a star cast into the sea, illuminating the vast expanse of the desolate void.

He swung his sword forward, each strike carrying a fresh sharpness cleansed of dust, and each swing embodying the strongest desire for the revival of his people!

The dark monster roared in retaliation, but with each collision, the cracks flashing on its surface became more and more obvious, and the decaying crystal clusters inside began to collapse and disintegrate.

This battlefield has become the most poignant and beautiful scene before dawn, the end of destruction and the prelude to rebirth!
David stood atop the shattered skeleton, his entire body enveloped in the newly born divinity of redemption, a radiance that flowed and was supple like water, yet indestructible.

With each breath, a purifying aura is released, as if it can soothe countless tormented souls.

At this moment, he knew deeply that this new force was not merely an improvement in martial prowess, but a qualitative change at the level of the soul—

It transcends mere destruction or resistance; it directly reaches the deepest, most polluted depths, gently yet firmly awakening the order and vitality within souls long tormented by darkness and depravity.

David stared at the enormous corrupted avatar before him, an amorphous monster pieced together from countless wailing souls, broken bones, and shimmering crystal clusters, now suffering unprecedented pain.

The power of redemption permeated his body, penetrating his polluted core structure in a gentle, non-confrontational manner, like a trickle.

The connection points, which were originally as solid as steel, began to loosen in the face of this gentle yet resilient new force.

"Boom—" The avatar let out a terrible roar that seemed to tear through the void. The sound was mixed with the painful cries of countless vengeful spirits, which was an extreme resistance and disgust towards this emerging power of salvation.

There was an indescribable discordant tremor within, like a mournful cry emanating from a state of utter upheaval when order is utterly overturned.

With this roar, countless connecting limbs and core crystal clusters began to vibrate and disintegrate violently. The cracks that appeared on the surface of the massive entity gradually spread inward, like the broken branches of a giant tree, or the colorful and tragic scene of a star collapsing across the sky.

(End of this chapter)