The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 616 The Gods' Punishment
Each spell cast unleashes endless fluctuations of law energy, like a sharp sword forged in purgatory.

The runes on the foreheads of the priests shimmered with a fiery green light, their eyes filled with determination and perseverance.

In this fiery trial ground, they constantly tempered their minds and bodies, unafraid of death, all for the sake of protecting the future of all races.

The Chaos Star Pool is a deep, dark blue spiritual realm, where fragments of stars float like fireflies in the tranquil void.

The witches lowered their heads in focused concentration, their fingertips lightly touching the floating runes, analyzing and reconstructing the details of the shattered laws. A faint arcane aftertaste filled the air, a melody of the universe's principles being gradually revealed and rewritten.

Starlight surged from their chests, resonating with the core of chaos, and re-coalescing the shattered rules into a stable order.

This is a place where wisdom and magic intertwine, an important sanctuary where the light of reason illuminates the darkness and the unknown.

The Temple of Eternal Oath is solemn and majestic, its towering stele forest engraved with the true names of countless heroes, each stele emitting a faint silvery-white light, as if an eternal oath is embedded within it.

A low murmur echoed there, the sound of the heroic souls of the fallen singing an immortal hymn.

The peace they won with their lives is etched in the Forest of Steles as a testament to history, and has become a source of strength for future generations to remember and follow.

Silver beams of light pierced the sky, connecting the Temple of Eternal Oath to heaven and earth, making faith as solid and indestructible as a rock.

These three divine realms surround and complement each other, together forming the solid foundation of the new divine kingdom.

Within this space, countless elemental energies surge and grow, like vines of life climbing and intertwining, every detail showcasing the prosperity of all races and the rebirth of order.

Liliana—the new generation leader who once guided the witches through countless tribulations with unwavering faith.

She slowly entered the royal court's governing hall, draped in a long blue-black robe, her deep purple eyes reflecting boundless wisdom and compassion.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she solemnly accepted the title of the first ruler of the divine kingdom, clasped her hands together and nodded slightly, saying, "I will uphold this covenant with justice and lead all races toward the dawn with faith."

Representatives from various ethnic groups stepped forward to present gifts, each with a face filled with respect and hope, and a heavy sense of responsibility for the future.

They witnessed the miracle of the birth of God's kingdom, and were overwhelmed with emotion. But even more profound was their unwavering determination to face the challenges ahead.

The flames of the distant Redemption Firefield illuminated David's unwavering face on the altar. He gazed at the shimmering fragments of stars in the Chaos Star Pool on the other side, a gentle smile appearing on his lips: "This is the new world we have created together, a place where the glory and hope of all races blossom."

Cynthia plunged her sword into the earth, her silver cloak billowing in the wind. "The guardians are in position. No matter how the storm roars, we will stand firm."

Hill stood at the forefront of the Rainbow Bridge, gripping his sword hilt and gazing into the distance. "The enemy wreaks havoc on the world. We build an iron wall with our loyalty, so that evil shadows will never set foot in our homeland."

Lucia closed her eyes slightly and murmured a prayer. A soft thread of magic net weaved through the air, intertwining and merging with the fluttering petals. "May the magic net flourish like a forest, and may the new world be peaceful and prosperous."

Anne, hidden in the shadows, smiled slightly, her calm insight predicting the next battle: "The shadows may erode briefly, but justice will surely ignite a brighter dawn."

Suddenly, a faint ripple came from the depths of the void, slowly flowing into his consciousness like the gentle lapping of the tide against the rocks.

Those were the incarnations of two ancient gods, the ocean and the elves, their forms appearing and disappearing, as if condensed from water vapor and forest leaves.

The ocean god is covered in azure ripples, as vast as the endless waves of the abyss;
The elf god was draped in a silver-white moonlight veil, his eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom and worry.

“David,” the ocean god’s voice was deep and resonant, like a giant wave crashing against a rocky cliff, “the ancient gods have awakened, and they have sensed the new order you have brought about.”

The elven god sighed softly, his voice carrying the sorrow accumulated over the years, "Beyond the Corridor of the End lies a far more expansive and treacherous game, and you have become the most dangerous variable."

Her brows furrowed slightly, her silver hair fluttering in the wind, yet she gazed at David before gradually collapsing and dissipating, saying, "You must proceed with caution, or the entire universe will be plunged into chaos because of your existence."

David gazed at the two ancient beings, his eyes flashing with a resolute flame, but he could not hide the slight furrow in his brow.

He slowly extended his palm, and a dark crack appeared in the void. It was a memory he had captured from the deepest part of the Chaos Core—"The Creation Experiment Field".

In my memory, the endless abyss rolled like a black torrent, and all sorts of forbidden runes intertwined to form an indescribable large-scale device.

A group of ancient creators, long lost to the dust of history, are manipulating this space. They are trying to use the power of the laws of heaven and earth to create a new world, but this has brought countless disasters and curses upon them.

The roar of machines, strange energy pulses, and shattered reality flashed by, each scene chilling to the bone.

“This is… an immortal experimental field that once attempted to reshape the origin of heaven and earth…” David’s eyes suddenly turned cold.

He sensed that the twisted power still lurked within the spatial rifts, like a sleeping beast waiting to awaken.

As the memories faded, the two avatars also gradually disappeared from view, leaving only the rustling of leaves in the wind, which sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

The surrounding guardians stopped and looked on, some with worried expressions, some gripping their weapons tightly, but most with trust and support for their master.

They understood that this thorny path into a new era required even more courage and wisdom to face the unknown threats.

David looked up at the starry sky, where countless stars shone like sharp blades, cutting through the darkness bit by bit.

His gaze was resolute: "Since I have become the key player in this game, I will shoulder this responsibility. Though the task is heavy, I will never back down!"

Cynthia approached, gripping the hilt of her sword tightly, her eyes gleaming with a cold light. "Brother, no matter what storms come, we will stand shoulder to shoulder with you and not let any crisis tear our home apart."

Lucia's prayer rose, her hands trembling as she clasped them together, "May the heavens protect our faith, and may the dawn forever illuminate the path of light."

The Radiant Royal Court sits atop the sky, its golden light bathing the entire square, its sacred splendor like the first rays of sunrise.

The palace was magnificent and imposing, inlaid with countless sacred runes, and radiated an eternal spiritual energy.

Countless dazzling fragments of stars floated inside the hall, each one embodying the majesty and will of the gods.

At this moment, all the gods gathered here. The God of Holy Light, clad in a silver-white robe, shone like the purest beam of light in the morning sun.

His brows furrowed, and his piercing gaze swept over the deities in the hall. His voice was solemn and stern: "The chaotic divine kingdom created by David is like an undercurrent eroding the order of faith and disrupting the balance of all worlds. We cannot sit idly by."

Suddenly, a blazing red flame appeared in the hall; it was the projection of the god of war.

Clad in battle armor, he burned with boundless rage in his eyes, staining the surrounding space with the hue of blood.

He slowly raised his heavy warhammer, its head inlaid with shattered yet gleaming fragments of authority—symbols left behind by countless wars that swept across the land in the past. "With this broken authority as my bargaining chip," he declared, "I wish to rally the god of conspiracy to form an alliance of punitive forces, and utterly shatter the chaos that ravages the land!"

The Shadow Worm appears in dark corners, its body twisting and turning, with countless tentacles winding and entwining in the void.

Its eyes flashed with an eerie, cold light, and it responded in a chilling voice: "Intrigue is the foundation of all things. I am willing to use darkness and cunning as my blade to share in this grand drama that tears apart the world's order."

The three forces stared at each other, and a silent contest was brewing in the air.

Finally, they placed their palms together on the giant oracle stone tablet, and a dazzling silver-blue energy surged forth—the "Oath of the Gods" was officially signed.

That was a declaration to unite faith, strength, and power to fight against David's chaotic forces.

Immediately following, a large portal spanning multiple dimensions slowly opened, its edges imprinted with complex runes and forbidden spells.

A vast legion of angels poured out from the gate, clad in gold and silver armor, their wings spread like the flames of dawn;

The war golems moved with heavy steps, each armored giant carrying devastating weapons; the shadow worms swept across the dark frontier like a swarm of ghostly poison.

Lia stood before the stardial, her face solemn and meticulous, her nimble hands lightly touching the ancient mechanism to adjust the trajectory of the stars.

"Seven days later," she said in a low but clear voice, "a warning from the edge of all realms indicates that 'divine punishment' will descend upon the northern border of the Bright Continent."

This was an inevitable catastrophe, and also a crucial resistance on our last line of defense.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense, with everyone's eyes gleaming, sharp as blades cutting through the oppressive space.

Some people spoke in hushed tones, some clenched their fists and gritted their teeth, but most were resolute in their determination to defend their homeland to the death.

The God of Light spoke again: "We must act swiftly and defend the old order with an iron will, or the nascent chaos will tear the entire universe apart!"
Ladies and gentlemen, this alliance is not only a contest of strength, but also a final battle between faiths!

The war machine clanged and hummed as he sneered, "Slaughter will cleanse the rotten; no matter the cost, we will surely win!"

The shadow worm whispered, "The curtain has been drawn; this is the most crucial step in reshaping the chessboard of heaven and earth."

Its tentacles brushed against the void, as if manipulating hidden clues of destiny.

The curtain is drawn back, and a new era of faith, life and death, glory and destruction is beginning!

The combined forces of the three gods fell from the heavens and earth like meteors.

The power they carried was like a raging storm, tearing countless wounds into this once peaceful and tranquil land.

An army of angels with golden wings radiating dazzling holy light descended first. They stood in perfect formation, holding holy spears of light, each spear containing the power of burning justice and judgment.

As they set foot on the earth, countless rocks shattered and crumbled in the flames, and mountains disintegrated into dust like crystals.

One after another, holy spears pierced the void, shooting out as swiftly as meteors streaking across the night sky. Each time they pierced the earth, they buried endless punitive energy deep within, melting the mountain rocks into scorching magma.

"Noble will burn away decay!" The leading angel's expression was stern, his gaze fixed intently on the battlefield ahead, his golden wings fluttering in the wind with a majestic and solemn air.

His voice carried a thunderous power, making all allies feel that their sacred mission was unshakable.

Meanwhile, war puppets trampled the fields with their heavy iron hooves, mercilessly ravaging the once lush land.

The alchemical cannon roared deafeningly; it was a destructive weapon left behind by ancient war craftsmen, and each shot was accompanied by a destructive melody woven from flames and steel.

The outer walls of Silvermoon Fortress trembled violently under the continuous bombardment, and thick stone bricks gradually collapsed and fell off, like the ruins exposed after the tide recedes.

The puppet leader's thick, rusty armor gleamed blood-red in the light of the battle, and his cold, stern face seemed to cleave through every bit of resistance from the enemy like a blade.
"To crush all resistance, that is the will of war!"

The shadow worms lurk in the dark underground, their bodies exuding a viscous mucus that constantly seeps into the earth's veins and the realm of the soul.

These dark parasites erode all living things with a terrifying spiritual plague; they intertwine and weave countless tentacles, tightly binding the will to live.

In the land they ravaged, all signs of life gradually withered and died, leaving only a desolate black soil.

The swarm leader's compound eyes gleamed with an eerie, cold light. It chuckled and whispered, "Corrosion, destruction, and devouring—this is my destiny, and the only cruel rule of the game when we meet on a narrow path in the new era."

The distant battlefield is shrouded in smoke, and the earth trembles incessantly.

A colossal projection of a divine kingdom suddenly unfolded. This was the "Corridor of the End," constructed by David with the power of his entire life's divine essence. It was like a dazzling galaxy in the vast universe, enveloping the heavens and the earth, and like a silver river gathering the energy of countless laws to resist the invasion of external enemies.

David stood in the center of the altar, his eyes blazing with fiery chaos, his body covered in runes that shimmered with golden-green ripples.

He raised his arms high, steadily unfolding the projection of the divine kingdom, and at the same time let out a deep roar like a bell: "The Corridor of the End, based on my faith, with the sacrifice of all races as its pillars!"

Let the storm rage, we swear to defend this realm!

Although they were protected by the divine kingdom, a huge price was paid.

He felt his divine power rapidly draining away, and the chaotic flames poured out of his body like a flood bursting its banks, yet they still could not completely stop the destructive waves caused by the fierce attack of the three allied forces.

As far as he could see, many border cities had been reduced to ruins. Those once impregnable fortresses were now scorched earth and rubble, with scorching smoke enveloping the dilapidated ruins.

The city wall collapsed and broken beams lay across the street, while brilliant flames raged in the alleys;
The cries and the mournful sound of the wind echoed for a long time among the ruins.

The survivors fled in terror, some wearing armor but having long lost the will to fight, and could only hide behind the ruins and silently pray for the dawn.
Some gripped their rusty swords and charged into battle without hesitation, exchanging their blood for a brief respite.

Hill stood before the collapsed city gate, his silver armor scarred, yet still upright and resolute.

He gripped his sword, gazing at the ravaged road ahead. Though his temples were streaked with frost, the fire in his eyes remained unextinguished. "This is our last line of defense."

I will not let any enemy cross the border even half a step!

(End of this chapter)