The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 615 The Codex of Chaos
Hill stood solemnly at the very front of the Rainbow Bridge, his silver armor gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

He gripped his silver sword tightly, pressing the tip against the edge of the void. Countless dark soul-stealing demons followed him like shadows, attempting to erode and steal the precious faith energy on the path to the Corridor of the End.

But Hill did not back down. Every swing of his sword was accompanied by a thunderous roar. His sword energy was like a sharp blade in winter, cutting through the shadows and mercilessly slaying the remaining fragments of the Soul Stealer, preventing them from getting even a step closer.

"Here, no matter the cost, no malicious interference will be tolerated!"

At this moment, the members of the Witch Knights stood tall and straight. Their expressions showed both unwavering determination and a hint of exhaustion, but their eyes burned with an inextinguishable flame of hope.

This is not only a resolute struggle against the forces of darkness, but also the most crucial link in the process of nurturing a future peaceful order, and the mission they are determined to defend with their lives to uphold the honor of generations!
Under the night sky of the Eternal Forest, the dark golden archway, crafted from the mysteries of the universe, shone even more brightly, its edges gleaming with ever-flowing runes.

Under the foundation of this new era, every body and every spirit is woven into this vast network of faith, resonating with the rules of heaven and earth to form an indestructible foundation wall.

Under these protections, even if the world falls into turmoil again, there will be people who will watch over the dawn with endless loyalty!
A low, chilling roar echoed from the depths of the dense forest; it was the leader of the cave-dwelling demons leading his remaining forces stealthily into the forest.

They were clad in black iron armor, their faces contorted and grotesque, their eyes gleaming with greed and hatred.

The leader clenched his fists, holding a huge black crystal high above his head. It was a forbidden artifact known as the "Leg Bomb," containing destructive power to destroy the foundation of the earth and shatter the lifeblood of the forest.

"The Corridor of the End will crumble! Let this decaying world be reborn amidst flames and collapse!" roared the cave-dwelling demon leader, as he hurled a crystal at the roots of the World Tree, the very heart of the world.

Suddenly, a deafening roar shook the heavens, and the earth cracked open with several deep fissures, sending countless dust and pebbles flying into the air.

The tree roots trembled violently, groaning in pain as if being torn apart by an invisible hand.

David on the altar sensed the change. His eyes changed drastically, and scorching chaotic flames erupted from his new divine body.

His divine body firmly rooted itself deep in the earth. He knelt on one knee, and his spiritual power surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, resisting the excruciating pain that tore the heavens and earth apart.

He embraced the sky with his arms, and with unwavering will, he guided the laws of life to slowly mend and repair the broken tree roots.

At this moment, he felt his divine power rapidly draining away, a huge price he had paid to stabilize the core of the world.

Despite the pain on his face, he showed no sign of backing down.
The runes on his forehead flickered incessantly, like the brightest star in the night sky, guiding him forward even in the darkest storm.

Upon hearing the news, Cynthia rushed over, her silver-blue sword slicing through the air with a sharp, chilling aura, like a biting north wind in the dead of winter, heading straight for the traitors' camp.

On the edge of the battlefield, she coldly stared at the cave-dwelling demon leader's face, a mixture of triumph and terror. "Traitor, you will pay the price for your blasphemy!"

She swiftly cast an ice-sealing spell, and a beam of icy blue light, like a sharp blade, sliced ​​through the void, freezing the cave-dwelling demon leader firmly in place.

His gaze was fixed on the direction where David was, hatred burning in his heart, yet he could not move an inch, bound by eternal icy shackles, unable to be free!

The iron-blooded warriors of the Witch Knights charged into the battlefield, their armor gleaming with the silver light of the moon and their blades flashing, creating a sharp and piercing sight.

Led by Hill, they wielded their swords to slaughter the remaining cave-dwelling demon army, mercilessly washing away the blood of this traitorous lair.

Every time the sword falls, it takes away a sinful soul; every charge demonstrates the determination to defend the oath to the death.

Alia channeled her soul power into the defensive barrier, making the Witch Knights' formation unbreakable and able to quickly counterattack and stabilize the situation even in the event of a surprise attack.

Meanwhile, Annie lurked in the shadows, using mental attacks to disrupt the enemy's consciousness, plunging them into chaos and fear, thus buying the main force a crucial window of opportunity.

Finally, when the last remaining ray of darkness was severed, the earth returned to tranquility, but a thick, somber atmosphere still lingered around the edge of the altar.

This is a victory soaked in blood and tears, and the most severe warning to those who try to destroy their belief in the future!

David slowly rose to his feet, his entire body glowing with holy light from the runes.

He solemnly declared: "Today's battle has demonstrated the importance of trust and loyalty, and has also exposed the crisis hidden among the seventy-four tribes."

His gaze swept over the crowd. "Those who betray the covenant of my people will have their souls imprisoned forever at the bottom of the End Corridor, never to be freed or find peace."

As the words fell, a faint purple chain stretched from the core of chaos to the abyss below. The sealing power from the divine runes of redemption tightly bound the souls of the fallen, ensuring they would never escape the cycle of punishment and reincarnation!
Cynthia stood beside David, her face solemn yet resolute. "This is the price we must pay for development, and it is an indispensable part of protecting the future of all races."

Hill stood beside him, sword in hand, a bitter smile on his lips. "Brother, we stand with you. No matter how treacherous the road ahead, we will protect each other and prevent any shadow from ever eroding our homeland again!"

Lucia gently closed her eyes in prayer, her silver-white robes fluttering in the breeze, appearing exceptionally holy under the moonlight.

May all loyal and heroic souls be protected, and may all things in the world be connected by faith, and together usher in the dawn!

A faint, sacred aura still lingered around the altar. Silver moonlight shone down, causing the edges of the New Life End Corridor archway to glow with a dark golden light, like a gate to an unknown and mysterious realm, quietly guarding this land.

In the midst of this peaceful tranquility, a strange and suffocating energy fluctuation suddenly erupted from the far reaches of the Astral Abyss.

It was an unusual aura emanating from the depths of the void, slowly spreading out like a thick black fog, distorting the surrounding spatial structure.

The branches and leaves of the trees trembled slightly amidst this unusual fluctuation, and countless hidden runes flashed with a warning, eerie blue light.

The Queen of the Astral Zerg, her enormous and eerie figure vanished into a void rift. Her compound eyes gleamed with a blood-red, cold light, and her tentacles twitched incessantly, gathering countless shadow swarms around her, like a churning, surging ocean of living creatures.

The Queen Mother sensed the emergence of a new divine essence, the power containing the origin of the universe and the laws of chaos that made her heart tremble, yet also aroused her greedy hunting instinct.

"The Corridor of the End... the newly born godhood... will surely become a dazzling prey in the monstrous tide of the void's devouring power." She murmured and hissed, her voice seemingly emanating from the darkest corner of the abyss of hell, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Break through the barriers, and we will unleash a cosmic storm, bringing Ragnarok to an early end!"

As the words fell, a crack suddenly tore open the spatial barrier, as sharp and cold as a blade slicing through the heavens and earth.

Countless black swarms, carrying the aura of death, surged forth. Their forms were indistinct, their tentacles intertwined, leaving behind corrosive slime and scorched marks in the air. David stood in the center of the altar, his eyes suddenly igniting with blazing chaotic flames, and his entire body radiated brilliant light from the golden-green runes.

He raised his right arm, and a massive projection of divine light slowly descended from the sky, like a brilliant galaxy taking shape, enveloping the invading swarm of insects.

The projection resembled a vast cosmic vortex, with endless torrents of laws surging and rolling within it, gradually suppressing and devouring the frantically writhing horde of insects.

The sound roared like a thunderbolt, or like the shockwaves from a star exploding, causing onlookers to hold their breath and stare intently.

Anne lurked in the shadows of the End Corridor, her silver robes swaying gently in the wind, her nimble, slender fingers swiftly tracing patterns of complex runes across the space.

The "Mind Screaming Cage" gradually took shape. It was formed from pure spiritual energy into a hard cage grid, with the main purpose of intimidating and disrupting the consciousness of intruders.

As the cage was completed, an endless buzzing and shrieking sound suddenly resounded through the void. Those who were captured struggled in agony, but were forcibly bound within the mental prison by the array and could not escape.

This is both a defensive barrier and a heavy blow to the Void Evil, leaving the enemy struggling helplessly between fear and despair.

The Queen Mother felt unprecedented pressure. Dark purple electricity emanated from her forehead, and she forcibly escaped using the meteorite iron armor within her body.

In the instant she departed, she uttered a chilling prophecy: "Ragnarok is about to return! The slaughter of all races will unleash a cataclysmic calamity upon the world! We, the offspring of the void, will surely rise!"

Before she finished speaking, she transformed into a streak of dark purple light and disappeared beyond the layers of cracks, leaving only the suppressed and slowly recovering earth and trees, and the guardians of the New Order still shimmering with the afterglow, standing solemnly in place, their faces filled with vigilance and determination, as well as deep concern for the coming storm of war.

David's face was solemn. He said softly, "This is just the beginning. We must weave a tighter network of faith to unite the power of all races into an unbreakable barrier, otherwise any force could tear apart the new era we have worked so hard to build."

Cynthia gripped the hilt of her sword, its blade reflecting the cold glow of the moonlight. "As long as our faith remains, no darkness can destroy the world we protect."

Hill gazed into the distance, his eyes burning with fury. "Brothers," he said, "we must prepare for what is to come."
This interdimensional war will be the ultimate test for all life!

David stood atop the high platform of the royal court. Although his divine power had been greatly depleted due to the previous great battle, his gaze remained as firm as iron.

He looked around at the heroes of all races: the orcs were rugged and bold, the elves were aloof and elegant, the dwarves were resilient and steadfast, and the humans were wise and composed... Every face was filled with responsibility and longing.

"Gentlemen," his voice boomed like an ancient bell, yet pierced the soul like a fleeting star, "a new era has begun, but only by establishing a clear covenant can we build lasting peace together."

Then, he slowly extended his right hand and cut out ten percent of his divine energy from his body. It was a dazzling stream of light that spun and jumped in his palm, like a small star.

David condensed this part of the divine essence into a book, and the "Codex of Chaos," which was permeated with the laws of heaven and earth and the consensus of all races, gradually took shape.

The codex emitted a soft, dark golden glow, shimmering with boundless wisdom and authority in the dawn light. David solemnly proclaimed:
"Article 1: Gods shall not interfere with the endogenous evolution of civilization, nor shall they arbitrarily alter the trajectory of the fate of a race."

This decree resonated deeply, stirring a wave of emotion in everyone present. They clenched their fists, their eyes gleaming with unwavering resolve, deeply gratified by this promise.

Then, he slowly read out the fourth rule:
"Those who save a plane may be permitted to have their bodies reconstructed in God's kingdom and to continue writing the chapters of their lives in the name of glory."

After he finished speaking, the entire room was silent for a moment, then erupted in applause and cheers.

Many heroes who had faced death now had tears in their eyes, their faces reflecting the flames of hope.

This is the highest honor and the deepest reward for all those who bravely sacrificed their lives, and it is also a source of strength to inspire countless lives to forge ahead in the future.

Arya gently stroked her crimson robe, her eyes burning yet tender. "This code will allow all races to stand on their own with dignity, and bring true freedom to mortals."

Hill stood tall to the side, his silver armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight. "By this oath, I vow to protect this covenant with my sword, and to prevent any desecration or breach of it!"

Cynthia raised her sword high, her gaze as cold as frost cutting through the void. "Our faith will never die, the covenant between man and god will last forever! Never Don't forget our oath!"

As the final words were written, the Codex of Chaos suddenly emitted a dazzling holy light, and the vast energy fluctuations rapidly spread out, like a vast galaxy sweeping across the sky, causing the heavens and earth to resonate.

Leaders of various tribes around them knelt down and bowed their heads, swearing allegiance to the new era with the utmost sincerity.

"We are willing to defend this oath with our lives and solidify this alliance with our flesh and blood!" Their voices were loud and firm, turning their faith into a rock-solid foundation.

David looked at everyone and placed the Codex of Chaos on the stone pedestal of the central altar in the royal court. The ancient law seemed to pulsate with the rhythm of the universe as if it were alive.

He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes for a moment, then slowly opened them and said, "Today, we forge an immortal pact with our blood and beliefs."

From this day forward, humanity and all races will join hands to safeguard peace and prosperity, and build a glorious future civilization!

Sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting golden rays that enveloped the entire square in a warm and sacred atmosphere.

A hummingbird gracefully flitted among the flowers, its emerald green shadow shimmering, as if nature itself was celebrating this new life.

In the distance, the melodious calls of deer echoed through the forest, mingling with the prayers of the people to form a hymn, heralding the new era.

The members of the Witch Knights stood in neat formation, their weariness replaced by determination, and an inextinguishable flame of hope burning in each of their eyes.

Hill gripped the hilt of his sword and gazed at the sky.

Cynthia adjusted her defensive spells to stabilize the array; Arya continued to channel her soul power to protect the rear.
Anne, on the other hand, remained vigilant and prepared to deal with any hidden dangers...

With the forging of the Codex of Chaos and the establishment of the covenant between humans and gods, this space filled with mysterious power began to give birth to new life forms, and the three divine realms gradually revealed their outlines and vitality.

Redemption Firefield, where flames pulsate in the darkness like the veins of life.

Flames surrounded the phantoms of countless sorcerer souls, who, clad in holy flame armor, practiced divine spells and battle formations amidst the burning inferno.

(End of this chapter)