The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 601 Divine Spread

The sound of breaking gradually rose, and its tangled limbs began to break apart and collapse unstablely, like an ancient castle that had been decaying for a long time finally collapsing into ruins in a storm.

At this critical moment, David steadily controlled the newborn divine light emanating a warm blue holy glow from his chest, gently enveloping the fragile and wavering fragments of Irene's soul that had been peeled away.

Although the fragment had escaped the contamination of the crystal cluster, it was still on the verge of death. Every fluctuation tugged at his heartstrings, making him feel both gratified and more vigilant, as the pressure remained unabated.

He murmured softly, "You must live, for this is our hope, and the place where the Silver Moon will never perish."

The surrounding dark space rippled slightly due to this purifying energy, and the invisible barrier seemed to tremble slightly due to the redemptive divinity.

This was a small victory against the corrupting influence of the source of depravity, but the peace that followed was heartbreakingly short-lived.

David knew that this was just a fragile glimmer of hope before an even greater catastrophe.

His gaze was solemn and resolute:
"Purifying this world will not only be a test of will, but will also require a huge price to pay."

He realized that the root of all corruption was extremely stubborn and did not allow for the slightest weakness or misjudgment, otherwise it would lead to even deeper despair.

"But I will not back down. I will use every inch of my life and flesh to build a new dawn on this wasteland!"

The sky, now rippled with a deep blue light from the aftershocks of the battle, was no longer utterly desolate but instead carried a faint warmth, igniting a flame of hope in the hearts of the warriors.

For a moment, the dark pressure that had accumulated over the years seemed to ease, and even if it was only for a moment, it was enough to allow everyone to regroup and build up their energy for the final battle.

A clear message came from above, transmitted by Lia and the others: they witnessed Irene's soul regain its light, "She's alive! She's still struggling!"

Cynthia's ice runes shone even brighter, "The freezing shackles are even more secure!"

The saint's prayers grew ever more devout and resounding, bestowing holy blessings upon all the knights.

They protect Irene, and they also protect the future faith of everyone!
David slowly turned his head to look at the long river of stars behind him, which seemed to flow like stars and converge like the torrent of time. Everything was telling him that the path to truly integrate chaos and order, destruction and rebirth had only just begun!
Salvation depends not only on individual heroism, but on the collective will and belief that compose a lament!

His sword tip flicked lightly, drawing a dazzling arc in the void.

"Dawn has not yet broken, but I will pave the way for it with my blood and will!" David's voice was powerful and resounding, like thunder piercing the sky.

He knew that although the road was full of thorns, he would not back down a single step because of the mission he was carrying!

In the desolate wilderness of the far north, the wind and snow gradually subsided, and the sky revealed the faint glow of dawn.

The "purification channel" woven from the chaotic core and the rhythm of stars slowly closed, like a blue-white lightning bolt being swallowed by the night.

David slowly walked out of the passage, clutching the fragile yet reborn fragment of Irene's soul tightly to his chest. Though its power was weak, it was enough to carry the last glimmer of hope for the entire Silvermoon Kingdom.

The remaining "black marks" above the abyss rift on the horizon are still writhing, much dimmer than before, yet still coiling like evil snakes, emanating a chilling corrosive stench in the air.

The shadow, like an ever-present, corrupting plague, tainted every inch of the battlefield with an invisible killing intent.

David gazed at the remnants of darkness, his eyes calm and resolute.

He knew that although the battle had come to a temporary end, the true path of purification had just begun. It was a path of rebirth filled with thorns and bloodshed, but one that could not be avoided.

On the shattered earth, a group of figures clad in armor interwoven with chaotic runes and arcane radiance stood solemnly in the wind and snow.

They are survivors, members of a newly formed knightly order that once stood in the royal court and has now been transformed into priests.

Under Hill's leadership, they were distinctly defined, as if sculpted from ice, yet they exuded an indelible human resilience.

The armor bore the bloodstains and frozen frost of battle, and every crack and every blemish was a testament to countless sacrifices and glories.

Despite being physically and mentally exhausted, their eyes remained exceptionally firm. The blue-silver chaos and arcane magic intertwined and flowed, like the most dazzling stars before dawn in this cold world, dispelling darkness and despair.

Leader Hill stood in the center of the crowd, his eyes gleaming, each breath stirring up swirling snowflakes.

All eyes are now on him, as he is about to witness a landmark vow.

Hill walked slowly toward David, his steps steady and powerful, each step seemingly heralding a new era.

When he came before David, the entire place fell silent, with only the sound of snowflakes falling on the hard ground echoing in the vast expanse of the sky.

The air seemed to solidify into an invisible altar, which would witness a new inheritance of power and faith.

Hill knelt on one knee, a symbol of the Royal Knights' highest level of loyalty. Before, they were merely partners, but now it was a deep and devout submission from the depths of their souls.

He presented with both hands the medal that once belonged to the fallen knight commander, inlaid with a deep blue gem that shone with a cold brilliance, and an ancient sword engraved with the marks of honor and sacrifice, rusted but still incredibly sharp.

These two symbols are the most real and heavy imprints left after the shattering of past glories, and also a testament to an inescapable vow to fulfill future missions.

"My lord David!" His voice was deep and solemn, yet filled with a fiery passion, "The name of the Royal Knights may be lost forever!"

Before his words had even faded, he looked up at the distant, scattered remnants of the setting sun, "But our souls will never perish—"

He solemnly presented his sword and medals to his chest, declaring, "Our blades remain sharp!"

His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, as cold as a frost blade in winter. "Our will will be forever etched in our hearts. No matter when or where, no matter how the wind and frost may ravage us, we will follow in your footsteps until dawn!"

The surrounding priests knelt in submission. Simultaneously, a solemn, pure, and powerful spiritual energy surged from their bodies. Invisible magical runes flowed rapidly from their fingertips to their entire forms, swirling and dancing in the biting wind like a dazzling meteor shower. These runes shone with the will of life, the energy of chaos, and the profound mysteries of order—a new hymn sung in sync with the ultimate truths of order, a powerful response and call to the shattered world!
As the voices faded into the distance, all the priests gathered and spoke:
"We are the remnants of the Silver Moon, the inheritors of the lost royal power. We swear an oath with our blood, make a pact with our souls, and defend the future with our beliefs. As long as life remains, we will protect the dawn and never allow darkness to return!"

The oath echoed between heaven and earth, like thunder piercing the vast sky, and like the tide washing over the fallen sands, gradually driving away those deep shadows.

They proclaimed a new era of shattered monarchy and heralded the rise of the Holy Flame of Justice, a new force rising from the ruins of oblivion!

David gazed at the crowd, his eyes filled with gratitude, determination, and the weight of a new responsibility.

He nodded slightly in response, his warm and firm smile seemingly piercing through the blizzard, burning like a torch of hope from the depths of his heart:

"Not only for ourselves, but also for all those who have been swallowed by darkness, for those fallen heroes, I will lead you on a new journey."

He said, "From this day forward, you are not only priests, but also the heirs of the 'Broken Kingdom'!"
You bear the sole responsibility of protecting this land, and also shoulder the glorious mission of reviving the entire Silvermoon Empire.

As soon as the words were spoken, the earth seemed to tremble slightly due to the accumulation of energy. A huge energy ripple, formed by the convergence of numerous life wills, gradually swept around, setting the stage for an even more difficult challenge to come.

The mountains answered this call, the sea surged with waves, and the stars in the sky shone brightly, as if foreshadowing the continued turning of the cycle of fate...

As David stepped into the ancient palace of the Silver Moon Royal Court, the clouds in the sky seemed to sense this important presence, and a dark cloud slowly rose.

The sound of the wind mingled with the distant, faint sound of the waves crashing.

The snowflakes in the square drifted more lightly, yet carried a hint of chill, as if the sky were about to tell an ancient legend.

The main hall is majestic and magnificent. The relief walls, paved with bronze and silver, are inlaid with totems that intertwine history and mythology. The arcane runes that flicker among them are dimly lit, but at this moment they are bright and dim, as if sensing that some mysterious power is about to descend.

David walked slowly into the main hall, his footsteps echoing softly on the hard marble floor.

The surroundings were filled with an ancient magical aura, a legacy carefully guarded by countless priests and knights over many generations.

He looked up at the enormous, intricately carved statue of a deity, which hung high in the center of the palace ceiling and incorporated elements of ocean waves and forest sprouts. At that moment, it was emitting an unprecedentedly strong and complex energy fluctuation.

The air seemed to have solidified into an almost invisible but oppressive barrier, and every breath felt like swallowing icy water, yet it carried an indescribable and unfathomable power.

Numerous attendants and priests stood solemnly on both sides, none daring to slacken in the slightest. Their eyes shone with a light that was even more resilient and awe-inspiring after being tempered by the flames of war.

Suddenly, a deafening yet ethereal voice poured out from the statue's mouth, like an ancient tide crashing against a cliff, or a gentle breeze passing through the gaps between stars, instantly drawing everyone's attention to it.

"Silver Moon Royal Court - I am the embodiment of the will of the sea god Astrail and the forest elder Iriana."

The sound was deep yet clear, each syllable bursting through the air and then carried away by countless fine, thread-like energy fibers, dispersing in all directions.

This is a message that transcends language and penetrates the core of the soul, like spring thunder awakening the dormant earth, or like the Milky Way whispering about destiny.

“Knight David Silvermoon, the chaotic core within you has touched the forbidden realm of immortality set by the gods.”

"This realm is the very foundation of heaven and earth, the place where order and chaos meet in balance, and mortals are not allowed to trespass upon it."

Before the words were finished, the sharp crystal pillar at the top of the hall suddenly shone with a dark purple light, countless arcane runes spun and trembled rapidly, and ripples of energy poured down from the top, illuminating the entire space as if it were daytime.

The giant elven star dial suddenly started, and the brilliant star trajectory at its center transformed into a complex and unpredictable spacetime pattern, which was beyond human control and released strong spacetime fluctuations without warning.

This sudden change astonished everyone present. Some shamans instinctively gripped their sword hilts, some priests hurriedly activated protective barriers, and some saintesses closed their eyes in meditation, trying to calm the unstable energy that seemed to tear apart the fabric of heaven and earth with their prayers.

David's expression changed drastically. He stared at the spinning giant wheel and felt an invisible force tearing at the structure of real space at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

He knew that this was not just a simple warning, but a stern reminder from the supreme beings of all heavens and realms about his behavior.

This could even foreshadow an even more severe trial to come!

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of cold air, adjusting the remaining warmth of the Holy Flame of Redemption in his chest to stabilize the tremors of the chaotic core within his body.

He clearly realized that this path of purification was by no means the passionate journey he had imagined, but a large-scale game full of unknown risks and sacrifices, the most brutal yet necessary contest between faith and power, order and freedom!
At the same time, the stone pillars on both sides of the main hall entrance, covered with runes and inscriptions, suddenly lit up with a ghostly blue light, and the text that appeared on them gradually became clear:

"Forbidden, insurmountable, guarding the sacred domain..."

The ritualistic language swirled and vibrated in the air, overlapping with the spatial and temporal ripples stirred by the sundial, slowly weaving together a chain of information that was both heart-pounding and irresistible.

This contains too many secrets that the sages could not speak of or trample upon, and is the most serious and inviolable admonition to the mandate of heaven and the bottom line of balance!
Leah stood at the edge of the hall, her lips pressed tightly together, looking at David with a complex mix of emotions in her eyes: worry, determination, and an undisguised hint of admiration.

“We must be careful,” she said softly. “This is not just a contest of physical will, but also a test of spirit and faith.”

Cynthia nodded, her fingers tracing the frost runes on her chest. The icy blue patterns trembled slightly with the change in environment. "This warning should not be seen as an obstacle, but rather as a crucial juncture for us to adjust our strategy. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable."

The head priest stepped forward, clad in a pale robe, his gaze sharp as a knife: "This is one of the most significant divine pronouncements left by the prophet to this day. We must convene the council immediately to discuss a solution."

Any rash action will only invite more severe punishment and may plunge the entire royal court into a deeper crisis!

These words drew agreement from many, but most remained silent, for they all understood that this obstacle was far more dangerous than any challenge before; it concerned almost the future of the entire world and the destiny of each of their souls.

As the sky gradually darkened, the main hall remained brightly lit, but the flames of each torch seemed to grow colder and more transparent, swaying gracefully under the heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

It's as if they're constantly awaiting a final decision, one that could lead them into an unknown new realm or plunge them into an eternal abyss of darkness...

(End of this chapter)