The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 613 Divine Body Reconstruction
But David, who stood atop a towering throne made of the remains of seventy-four tribal leaders, became the most dazzling and indestructible beacon.

It is a place where the will, destiny, and hope of many races converge!
His chest gradually calmed down, and with each breath, the rhythmic beat of the new holy flame overlapped and permeated the powerful oscillations of the twelve primordial torrents of the universe.

These ripples are not simply impacts, but seem to intertwine and rotate, containing the codes of creation and the trajectory of destruction, giving the whole body an ancient, enigmatic, and magnificent aura.

"This is... a new era is about to begin." Lia sighed softly, tears welling in her eyes. She guided the rune array with the tip of her staff to operate precisely, making final adjustments to ensure the stability of the furnace.

"We've finally made it this far."

As time went by, the baptism under the gaze of the multiverse gradually reached its peak.

Although the chaotic core is cracked, the three centers inside are becoming increasingly inseparable.

The blue and white holy flames burned ever brighter; the golden and green life runes swirled and interacted in a cycle.

The dark purple shadows gradually receded and balanced...

Hill gripped the hilt of his sword and looked at David. "Brother, we will always be with you."

Cynthia solemnly replied: "Let the enemy remember, this is the Witch Knights—their steel blades bought the dawn of freedom!"

Lucia looked up at the starry sky and said, "May our vow last forever, whether in darkness or dawn, we will always be the guardians."

The blazing blue-gold flames of the Chaos Core surged deep within David's chest, reflecting the faint glow of the runes on his forehead.

The twelve primordial torrents poured down from the sky like a magnificent galaxy, enveloping every inch of his skin.

Moonlight filtered through the dense foliage of the Eternal Forest, casting dappled shadows upon him, yet seemingly unable to touch the dazzling radiance emanating from within him.

David slowly closed his eyes, a calm and solemn expression appearing on his face.

His once resolute face now exuded an ancient aura, as if sculpted by time, yet his lips remained tightly pressed together, revealing not a trace of fatigue.

With each breath, he felt countless tiny cells within his body vibrating and dancing with the torrent of laws, each molecule being gradually cleansed and reshaped.

Hill stood at the edge of the altar, the silver blade of his sword reflecting a cold, icy light.

He stared intently at David, his every breath seemingly pulsating in sync with the immense energy fluctuations.

Sweat dripped down his brow, yet he showed no sign of letting up.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his fingernails digging deep into his palms. That tenacity and determination transformed into an invisible barrier, driving away the undulating shadows that spread around him.

Cynthia stood beside Hill, her icy blue eyes reflecting the dazzling stars woven from chaotic flames.

A chilling aura swirled around her sharp blade, like the sharpest lightning bolt in the polar night.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, but the solemnity and determination on her face conveyed an inviolable dignity.

“Protect,” she murmured to herself, “Protect…until the very last moment.”

In the Eternal Forest, countless branches and leaves trembled, and the grass swayed gently as if responding to this surging energy.

A startled fawn took a step back, then stopped and hesitated, turning back to gaze at the altar. Its large eyes, filled with fear and awe, reflected the nascent power burning fiercely in the darkness.

The flames of the Chaos Core Furnace on the altar surged violently, and a scorching heat seemed to penetrate the very roots of the earth and spread outwards.

At the heart of this vortex of flames, David's body is undergoing an unprecedented and dramatic transformation, each pulse like a new chapter being etched into his body by the laws of heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden-green light flashed across his entire body, and his flesh began to slowly decompose into countless tiny molecules.

These particles, like stardust, float and suspend in space, yet they contain an astonishing order and rhythm, weaving into a complex grid like the veins of the Milky Way.

The surrounding air became scorching and stagnant due to this change, constantly distorting and refracting layers of phantom ripples.

“This is… a dance of flesh and blood with the laws of nature…” Lucia murmured softly. She stood quietly on the other side, her silver robe fluttering in the breeze, like moonlight transforming into spiritual energy that surrounded the entire area.

"This is the rebirth of a divine body, a body of flesh and blood that is eternally indestructible."

David's face gradually became blurred, and the cellular particles continued to rotate and converge, with each bone fragment inlaid with the veins of the starry sky.

The runes, flowing like silver threads and spreading into the bone structure, shimmered with a ghostly blue-green fluorescence under the night sky, like invisible grids connecting the mysteries of heaven and earth and stars, completely reshaping the old, useless body into a transcendent new divine form.

His blood was no longer a simple liquid, but transformed into something transparent and full of rhythm, as if flowing with arcane essence.

This liquid arcane art contains the essence of the vast power of the universe, and each cycle is an ultimate tempering and sublimation of the origin of life.

Strands of ethereal green runes flowed from the inner wall of the blood vessels like water, then quickly returned to their original positions, their rhythm so perfectly synchronized that it sent shivers down one's spine.

Deep within the chest lies the immortal "Chaotic Core - Final Form," formed by the fusion of the three crystallized hearts.

Its oppressive aura was so powerful that all living things within a hundred miles knelt down, and even the earth's vegetation grew in reverse.

The tree roots, which had been withered and dry, began to stretch towards the sky, and new buds broke through the soil. For a moment, it seemed as if the laws of time and space had been reversed.

This life-restoring force is awe-inspiring and heralds the coming of a new era.

"You...you saw it?" Alia's fingertips trembled as she pointed forward. "The plants are going against the grain, going from withered to new life!"
This is… the cycle of life sculpted by the Creator himself!

The air suddenly became stagnant and heavy, and an indescribable solemn and dignified atmosphere enveloped the entire forest secret realm.

In the stillness before the storm, only the sounds of branches rubbing together, tree trunks snapping, and distant wild beasts lurking and growling could be heard. These noises were almost completely suppressed by the rich, sacred atmosphere and the rhythm of new life, leaving only a magnificent epic feeling in a solemn tranquility.

Cynthia took a firm step forward, her silver robes billowing with each step, shimmering in the moonlight and highlighting the heroic bearing of the Wizard Knights. "Our faith is our foundation; no matter how we are ravaged, it will make us rise again."

Her gaze was unusually cold, but her tone carried an unshakeable force of hope: "Even if our flesh and blood are torn apart, we will be reborn from the ashes!"

Hill gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his muscles tense, and a resolute smile played on his lips: "Brother, you are not fighting alone!"
We forge the strongest armor with our blood and lives, so that our enemies will despair at your feet!

Every word embodies an iron will, like an ice blade slicing through the frost of the void, bringing waves of inspiration and exhilaration to the surroundings.

The members of the Witch Knights stood solemnly around the altar. They were speechless, but witnessing all of this stirred the deepest emotions within their souls.

Some clansmen quietly shed tears, while others silently recited ancient prayers. It was an expression of gratitude for the highest honor and mission of life, and a resonance of a vow to follow each other to the death without fear of death or suffering.

As the tip of Lia's staff touched the complex array of runic chains surrounding the device, the slender, vine-like magical threads seemed to writhe as they rapidly converged and used their own Force to strengthen the protective barrier, enabling it to resist the constant onslaught.

She slightly parted her lips and uttered a low incantation, which resonated with the runes to create a synergistic effect, greatly improving the stability of the entire furnace and slowing the spread of the spatial rift, thus buying more breathing time and potential breakthroughs in the battle.

At the center of the altar, a huge redemption divine pattern slowly emerged on the surface of the new "Chaotic Core - End Form" formed by the fusion of the three crystals.

This totem is woven from countless intricate and disordered lines, its colors encompassing both the redemptive, holy, and pure white, as well as the chaotic, shadowy, and purplish-black, and the supple and varied green of the soul.

Like a seal or an energy reservoir, it constantly absorbs and releases the essence of heaven and earth, providing David with a perpetual source to support his breakthrough to a new level of human limits!
“Is this… an infinite loop or the ultimate destination?” Lucia stared at the totem on her chest and couldn’t help but exclaim, “The Redemption Divine Mark is the supreme symbol of the faith of all races, and it is also the embodiment of the laws of the universe.”

She closed her eyes and prayed silently: "May all the heroic spirits protect this path and lead all peoples into the true dawn of peace."

Suddenly, a barely perceptible yet alarming tremor of air swept over everyone.

A low, rumbling roar came from further into the forest.

The remnants of the orc army are regrouping, their roars and howls mingling with the howls of wild beasts and the clanging of metal, like the beating of war drums urging on their attack.

However, at this moment, they are facing a completely different, bizarre and terrifying existence, a true "god" born from the convergence of countless cosmic essences and the infusion of fresh power!
Even so, these ferocious orcs still brandished their broken weapons, attempting to tear apart the protective net of the new order built around the Vigilant Witch Knights.

They masked their fear with fierce roars, smashed their limp shields with hammers, and fought tenaciously to gain more escape routes. Every step they took crushed the piles of corroded corpses, and the dark waves rolled on, yet they could not penetrate the steel defense line built by their spirit and will!
Irene drew her sword once more to slay the remaining demonic shadows that attacked her. The cold glint in her eyes seemed to tear open the black curtain of the void as she did everything in her power to protect all these precious achievements.

Meanwhile, Anne moved in the shadows, casting mental curses to continuously disrupt the enemy's mind, while Lucia continued to weave magical barriers and Lia regulated the life element nutrients to ensure the entire defense system operated steadily...

David stood in the center of the altar, his body radiating golden-green runes, with complex and mysterious torrents of laws swirling around him. He slowly raised his right hand, the newly formed divine hand woven from countless fragments of stars, which shone with extraordinary brilliance under the interplay of moonlight and flames.

His eyes were deep, carrying an undeniable firmness and authority.

His right hand slowly swept across the void, the trajectory drawn by his fingertips as vast and precise as the trajectory of the universe.

The air vibrated, and a dark golden archway gradually emerged in the void. It was entwined with swirling and leaping nebula-like energy, as if it were born from the abyss of chaos, yet it possessed its own order and solemnity.

The archway soared into the clouds, its edges inlaid with countless flowing runes. These runes seemed to be alive and spirited, shimmering with a cold, eerie light in the night, like an entrance to a divine kingdom leading to the depths of endless time and space.

Its aura was both ancient and fresh, both chaotic and orderly, giving all those present a powerful yet suffocating impact.

Hill stood beside David, his eyes gleaming with an indescribable excitement and awe.

He gripped his silver sword tightly, gently pointing the tip towards the dark gold archway. "Is this... the gate to the Corridor of the End?"

His voice was deep yet powerful, each word like a hammer blow striking the hardest rock in the depths of one's soul.

Cynthia surveyed her surroundings, her cold, sharp gaze fixed on the magnificent energy surging at the archway. Her eyes were as resolute as a blade. "That is forged by the laws, the path we must take to usher in a new era. No matter how dangerous the path ahead, we cannot retreat."

In the distance, the canopy of the Eternal Forest swayed gently, and countless tender leaves shimmered with a verdant light as energy fluctuated. A white-feathered eagle took flight from a branch, its wings spread as if ancient runes were etched on its feathers. It hovered above the archway, its eyes clear and bright, like a guardian spirit protecting this door to the future.

Liliana walked lightly forward, her silver hair fluttering in the wind, as pure as frost and snow under the moon.

She stared intently at the enormous dark gold archway, as if she were looking at a priceless treasure, and her face gradually revealed an expression of amazement and shock.

“Time…here it is frozen into poetry.” Her voice was soft, yet filled with incredible awe. “Every second is like a painting frozen in time, every breath is an eternal chapter.”

She stretched out her slender hands and gently stroked the fine stardust that floated around the edge of the archway in the air. The tiny particles seemed to respond to her touch, creating even more complex and graceful ripples.

"Here, the laws of time intersect, and the long river of the destinies of all beings converges into a poem. At this moment, we are not only constructing space, but also forging the foundation for the future."

The members of the Witch Riders gathered around, standing solemnly with furrowed brows, but each of them exuded unwavering conviction and a strong sense of mission.

Wearing the emblems of oath and honor on their chests, they stood out brightly in the heart of this storm of sacred inspiration.

Lucia stood quietly, her silver-white robe fluttering slightly in the night breeze, her hands clasped together and her eyes closed in prayer.

A wisp of soft holy light spilled from her fingertips, perfectly contrasting with the dark golden gate of law, rendering the entire altar as serene and solemn as a fairyland.

"Our protection extends beyond flesh and blood to the spirit and soul."

Cynthia turned to look at the members of the Witch Knights, her tone firm, "Every guardian who falls in battle will become an indispensable part of this place, making this path to the future indestructible!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a shadowy figure stealthily emerged from the woods.

The souls of those fallen witch riders transformed into silver-armored divine messengers. They wore cold silver armor and their bodies emitted a faint chilling light, yet they had no trace of life.

The warriors stood solemnly, their vows binding them to their posts even though they had long since left behind the struggle for flesh and blood. Their blood and flesh served as the foundation for their protective power, which they used to build a solid barrier.

This scene is incredibly moving; those who once fought and died on the battlefield have now been reborn as representatives of absolute loyalty and unwavering will.

(End of this chapter)