The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 607 Parasitic Purification War
The secret of the "Anchor of the World" has quietly taken root in their hearts: it is not a simple magic weapon, but a key piece in an ultimate game of destiny, freedom and power!

David gazed at the distant horizon, where the rising sun cast its golden glow.

He whispered, "The real showdown is yet to come, but as long as the fire in our hearts remains burning, no one can foresee the end... nor can anyone easily succumb to fate."

As the golden rays of dawn slowly bathed the earth, David and his companions felt an unusual tremor emanating from the depths of the earth, as if the very fabric of the world was being gently stirred by an invisible and profound force.

The tidal forces of time and space, along with the lingering effects they hadn't noticed when they returned from the seventh level of the abyss, are now silently eroding the laws of the real world.

The Witcher's Headquarters—a base camp with a long history and rich heritage, nestled on the edge of the ancient forest.

The atmosphere was exceptionally solemn. The morning breeze carried a faint dust and the rustling of leaves, but what was even more striking was the awakening of the forces that had been dormant underground for thousands of years.

“This fluctuation… is not to be underestimated.” Hill’s eyes were sharp as he stood on a high point in the camp, overlooking the surrounding area with a furrowed brow.

He sensed a new rhythm in the air, seemingly chaotic yet containing order, an echo of the disruption caused by the earlier spatial-temporal shock.

Lia stood before the sundial, her slender yet firm fingers lightly touching the crystal-clear engravings, each touch seeming to trigger a subtle tremor.

She closed her eyes, letting the pale golden life runes dance and shine in her palm.

Lucia, standing beside him, focused on monitoring the outer arcane array, constantly adjusting the energy flow to stabilize the timeline and prevent it from being disturbed by external forces.

Suddenly, the cracks in the ancient stone slabs in the central square of the base camp glowed faintly, and a faint blue-purple light gushed out from the cracks, condensing into a mysterious device in the air.

That is an important relic left behind by the legendary ancient divine craftsman clan, known as the "Star Orbit Calibrator".

This device is composed of countless intricate and interlocking small gears, each inlaid with faint arcane energy like twinkling stars, like a constant node in the universe.

These gears rotate slowly, meshing with each other yet maintaining flexibility and balance, giving the entire device a solemn and mysterious aura.

“This is… one of the important relics left behind by the Divine Craftsmen Clan thousands of years ago.” Lucia’s voice was deep. “It is said that it can calibrate and stabilize spatial folding and temporal rhythm, and is extremely valuable for repairing disordered spacetime.”

Lia opened her bright, clear eyes and quickly walked to the calibration instrument, gently touching the sundial in her hand to it.

In an instant, a resonance seemed to occur between the two: the runes on the sundial and the gears of the calibrator burst forth with a dazzling and vibrant radiance, as if the vast laws of the universe were being re-laid out and reflected.
Her expression gradually relaxed, transforming from initial seriousness and tension to hope and determination: "With this 'Star Orbit Calibrator,' we may be able to gradually reverse the disorder of laws caused by the chaotic tides."

Hill approached Lia's side, his gaze resolute yet tinged with weariness: "We must begin repairs as soon as possible. Any negligence during this time could trigger a larger-scale chaos eruption, the damage to the entire continent of incalculable."

Cynthia gripped her sword with both hands against her knees. Her cold aura remained strong, but it couldn't hide the pressure on her shoulders. "It is our duty to guard the perimeter and ensure safety. No matter how the enemy lies in wait, we must not let the disaster spread again."

On the vast square, a group of soldiers from the Witch Knights stood ready, clad in silver-white armor that reflected a cold, hard metallic luster in the morning sun.

These soldiers were silent and alert, each of them displaying a determination to defend their homeland to the death and an iron will honed through long-term combat.

Lucia continued chanting the incantation, skillfully manipulating arcane energy with her fingertips. Forbidden symbols from the fragments of the Book of the End swirled around her, injecting a stabilizing core into the entire array.

Behind her, a massive and complex protective shield, woven from arcane energy and resembling a multi-layered mesh, slowly unfolded, isolating the space from external interference and protecting the central repair area like an unbreakable barrier.

David stood on the edge of the platform, gazing at the distant horizon where the rising sun cast a golden glow upon everything.

He clenched his fist, then relaxed it and breathed out. The residual warmth of the holy flame still lingered on his body, but his brows showed more contemplation and vigilance.

He knew that this restoration was not a simple adjustment, but a great test of resisting the erosion of the chaotic plague and pushing the limits of human will.

Between the constantly rotating and intersecting small gears, tiny arcs of blue-purple electricity flashed, creating a series of vibrating sounds in the air. The sound was like the surging and turbulent river of time, or like the ancient veins of civilization being reawakened and calling for the dawn of the future...

Lia bent down and precisely connected the two artifacts. She parted her lips slightly and murmured a chant, her voice soft yet firm, as precise as a weaver controlling every rhythm as she wove the threads of destiny.

Around her fingertips, wisps of clear, elegant runes slowly rose, like morning mist swirling around branches, or twinkling stars in the sky, gradually making the originally chaotic, torn, and indistinct space clear and orderly.

Hill looked around at his comrades and saw that they were all completely focused, as if they were facing a life-or-death baptism of the human soul.

He took a deep breath and clenched his fist tightly. "Everyone, no matter how difficult the future may be, as long as we hold fast to our beliefs, this continent will surely usher in a new era of order!"

Cynthia's sword tip touched the bluestone slab, each strike sending shards of frost flying.

"Protecting is not just a duty, but a vow, a bloodline, and an eternal soul!"

Lucia looked towards the distant sky, her silver eyes seeing through the thin clouds that streaks of dawn were quietly breaking through the heavens.

"Though the river of time may meander and turn, truth will never be extinguished."

This 'star orbit calibrator' will be our lighthouse, guiding lost souls home.

As her last soft murmur faded, the massive "Star Orbit Calibrator" in the center of the base camp began to release increasingly pure and clear power. The small gears danced wildly at an increased speed, and the arcane energy it emitted spread out like ripples, echoing the rolling clouds in the sky and resonating into an immortal hymn belonging to the prologue of a new era!
At this moment, though the faces of countless loyal guardians were etched with fatigue, a stronger flame of hope burned within them in the face of this magnificent and awe-inspiring sight.
They knew that even if the road was rugged, as long as their faith had not collapsed, no distorted reality could completely crush the spirit they had forged through their struggle!
The night has not yet receded, and the journey is still long, but dawn is near.

This new artifact, a fusion of ancient wisdom and modern courage, will become the most solid support for everyone to resist the storm of darkness and seek the truth of the future!

As night fell, the lights of the Shaman Knights' headquarters remained bright, but they could not conceal the heaviness and urgency in their hearts.

As the "Star Track Calibrator" was activated, the spatial rhythm gradually stabilized, but the conspiracy lurking in the darkness was far from over.

David, along with Lia, Lucia, Cynthia, and Hill, gathered at the entrance to the underground archives. Hidden deep within the ancient church, secrets sealed for centuries awaited their discovery.

The heavy iron gate was covered with complex runes, which rustled slightly in the wind, as if guarding countless unknown darknesses.

“This time, we must clean it up completely,” Lia gripped her staff tightly, her eyes flashing with determination. “Any remaining corruption could become the seed of future disaster.”

David nodded, his entire body glowing with a faint blue-white holy flame. He said in a deep voice, "If the Pope's shadow is not completely eradicated, he will continue to entangle us through those hidden channels."

The archive was deep and cold, filled with the smell of mildew and the burnt odor of old paper.

Countless scrolls and esoteric texts hang on the walls, each recording a hidden and terrifying aspect of the church over thousands of years.

As a purifier of the soul, Anne walked lightly into the deepest part of the room. Her face was serene, and her brows revealed determination and keenness.

She slowly closed her eyes, touching the cold stone wall with her fingertips. A gentle yet sharp spiritual wave burst forth from her body, piercing the dark void like a shriek.

“I sensed… those were whispers from the consciousness of the parasitic swarm.” Anne opened her bright, star-like eyes and said softly, “They are lurking in a spider web laid by the Pope, completely devouring and controlling over a hundred bishops.”

The crowd's expressions immediately turned solemn. This meant that not only had the center of power been infiltrated, but more importantly, these bishops, who were originally important nodes in protecting faith and order, had now become puppets who ruthlessly exercised their will under the control of darkness.

Lia's face was pale, but the life rune in her hand shone with a warm golden light. "These parasites not only erode the physical body, but also corrupt the soul. If they are not purified as soon as possible, they will become an undead legion that spreads a destructive plague."

Cynthia drew her sword, the silver blade reflecting her cold and fearless expression. "We must sever this source of corruption, no matter the cost!"

David stared into the distant void, where the chaotic core was subtly fluctuating and intensifying. He felt the unusual vibrations brought about by the parasite.

He slowly walked to Anne's side. "Annie, are you ready? This purification will be a battle to the limits of your soul and will!"

Anne nodded, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and a gentle yet powerful ripple spread from her palms. She began to silently chant an ancient incantation, the sound sometimes sharp and piercing like an eagle's cry piercing the clouds, and sometimes deep and mellow like the wind whispering in a valley.

In an instant, a powerful and pure spiritual energy erupted, forming a bright light screen throughout the archives, completely enveloping the dark parasites that had been lurking in the bishops' consciousness for so long.

These parasites resemble vicious spiders. Once trapped within them, they begin to struggle frantically. They weave together into a vast, mental web, expanding from tiny, indistinguishable dots into a giant spatial web, constantly eroding and threatening the stability of the surrounding environment.

The light screen reflected their hideous and twisted forms, like countless twisted spider silks entwined and twitching, with endless tentacles constantly stretching out, appearing to be in pain and torment under the pressure of the strong light, yet repeatedly trying to escape their restraints.

Anne's face grew paler, but she did not back down. She used Mind Scream to enhance the spell's impact on each tentacle. Whenever a mental rift formed, a part of the parasite was peeled off, torn apart, and dissipated, turning into fine dust in the air and disappearing without a trace.

"Stay focused... Don't let your guard down!" Lucia kept adjusting the arcane array on the outside to ensure a stable energy supply to the space, allowing Annie to continue casting spells without interruption.

"The Chaos Core is sensing abnormally high activity; we cannot allow any vulnerabilities to emerge!"

Hill guarded the surroundings, his silver armor reflecting a cold light, and with each swing of his sword, he cut down small mutated monsters that tried to break through the defenses.

His gaze was sharp as a hawk's, and he would occasionally glance back at the internal situation to confirm whether the purification was progressing smoothly: "Everyone be careful, this is the last line of defense!"

Time seemed to stand still yet also flow by rapidly. Under the high-frequency vibrations of multiple interwoven incantations, the spiritual shadow composed of parasites finally began to collapse and disintegrate.

As the final piercing shriek tore through the void, they let out mournful howls, cut into countless fragments, and dissolved in all directions.

At the same time, an ancient book that had detached from it slowly drifted to the ground—"The Pope's Shadow Manipulation Manual".

The crowd's eyes widened in disbelief as they saw the pages of the book were yellowed and worn, but the arcane runes surrounding them were still flowing and active.

This is clearly an extremely valuable and taboo-filled document, which details the methodology of how to control believers by implanting dark parasites and manipulating consciousness networks to build a vast puppet empire!
Lia immediately bent down to pick up the book and carefully turned each page.

"This is the core of the conspiracy they're manipulating!"

By grasping these points, we can counter their infiltration plans and warn more loyalists against corruption.

David looked at everyone: "What we are facing now is not just a superficial confrontation, but an ultimate struggle between free will and the shackles of slavery."

This puppet regime must be severed completely, no matter the cost!

Lucia looked up at the star-studded night sky, her voice firm: "Justice will not be late. As long as we hold fast to our beliefs, human civilization will shine brightly once again, and those who try to seize destiny are destined to be judged by history!"

Cynthia sheathed her longsword, gazed ahead calmly, and said, "Prepare for the next stage of the challenge. A more arduous road lies ahead, waiting to be conquered..."

The secret archives inside the Witch Riders' headquarters were dimly lit, yet exuded a mysterious tranquility.

The air was filled with the mixed scents of ancient books and ink, and the remnants of arcane magic. In the silence, faint runes occasionally emitted a faint blue light, as if responding to some ancient rhythm.

Lucia sat upright before a stone table carved with intricate runes, her hands gently caressing the thick, yellowed scroll of the Holy Scripture of Light.

Her long silver hair cascaded down her shoulders, flowing softly like moonlight.

Her brows furrowed slightly, her gaze deep and focused, as if she were conversing with a mysterious power left over from thousands of years ago with each page she turned.

(End of this chapter)