The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 617 Blood Spring Corruption

Cynthia stood beside Hill, her silver-blue sword trembling slightly, yet filled with determination.

"Every time we raise our swords, we must let them know that we will never give in easily."

Aliya focused on guiding her soul power to repair the defensive barrier. The runes on her forehead surged, like stars in the night sky gathering points of cold light, building an insurmountable barrier for the guardian.

"As long as our resolve remains, this fortress will not collapse."

Anne lurked in the shadows, her eyes sharp as a hawk's, constantly casting mental disruption spells to throw the enemy into chaos and agitation:

"The more arrogant they are towards this land, the more calmly we must respond and use wisdom to make up for our lack of strength."

The entire battlefield seemed to be locked in a stalemate, but the sense of oppression grew heavier and heavier.

The earth and trees that had been devoured slowly withered and died, and the air was filled with the smell of death and endless lamentations.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and thunder rumbled incessantly, as if heaven and earth were weeping for this catastrophe.

In the atmosphere of impending storm, people's muscles were tense, and every breath conveyed resilience and indomitable spirit.

The avatar of the God of War led a massive army of destructive colossi, their momentum surging like a torrent.

Their enormous bodies, forged from steel and magic, caused the earth to crack and dust to fly with every step they took.

The laws crumbled beneath their feet, and the air was filled with intense energy distortions and an aura of death.

David stood on the central altar of the End Corridor, chaotic flames burning wildly within him, his expression solemn and stern.

His eyes burned with a fiery light, like burning stars. He took a deep breath, and the runes all over his body shimmered with golden-green ripples, resonating with the core of chaos and emitting a faint glow.

He raised his arms high, and a black hole-like vortex slowly condensed from his palms.

"All things return to nothingness!" he roared, and an endless devouring power suddenly erupted.

The black vortex suddenly spun, like the gaping maw of an abyss swallowing the heavens and earth.

The vortex was like the darkest and most terrifying presence in the starry sky, tearing the surrounding space into fragments.

All the guardians present retreated, and several colossal destructive figures were drawn by this power, falling into the center of the vortex like moths to a flame.

Their massive bodies gradually crumbled and disintegrated in the face of an invisible force, transforming from hard steel into a stream of dust particles, and were completely crushed in the abyss of space.

However, the War Avatar was enraged. Being devoured aroused his inner fury. He wielded the War God Blood Halberd, a huge halberd inlaid with fragments of broken authority, drawing a scarlet trail of blood in the air.

The halberd pierced through the void like a burning flame, penetrating the core of the divine kingdom projection that David had painstakingly constructed, which seemed indestructible.

"boom--!"

Blood spurted out, the crimson liquid stubbornly entwined with the cracks, as if announcing that the battle had just begun its brutal prelude.

David's face turned cold, and he immediately reached out and gripped the halberd blade that was held across his chest.

Guided by his own chaotic flames and fused with the power of runes, he deflected the enemy's sharp and overwhelming offensive.

A deafening, tearing sound resounded through the sky, and the earth seemed to tremble in response.

The war clone retreated several feet, its ferocious face instantly filled with a twisted expression of terror and resentment, but it still held the blood halberd tightly in its hand.

In that instant, the bright red, scorching divine blood that splattered from the point of piercing rapidly congealed and mutated, spreading across the ground to form a bizarre, crimson "War Fury Embers" contamination zone.

This new, heterogeneous region, highly corrosive and imbued with magical energy, spread rapidly, invisibly eroding the land and the laws governing it, causing nearby creatures to suffer greatly, and threatening the stability of the subsequent defense system.

This is a severe and harmful side effect left over from seizing the fragments of the Great God of War, and it is also a costly one. Victory has never been easily achieved.

The guardians watched with bated breath, their expressions a complex mix of awe, worry, and above all, unwavering support and trust in David's steadfast beliefs.

Cynthia’s silver-blue cloak fluttered in the wind as she gripped her sword hilt tightly. The cold light reflected from the sword’s blade sliced ​​through the void, undeterred by the raging storm.
Despite the damage to his silver armor, Hill remained upright, his silver hair at his temples reflecting the undying flames.

Lucia gently closed her eyes and chanted a prayer, wishing that the magic net threads would weave a defensive barrier, hoping to gently and meticulously restore the damaged area;
Anne lay hidden in the shadows, her sharp eyes scanning the battlefield, waiting for the best opportunity to formulate her next strategy.
Liliana stood firmly at the edge of the royal court, her purple eyes reflecting the starlight of the palace, using her wisdom to support the new faith.

Standing in the center of the altar, immersed in the chaotic flames, David's face showed exhaustion, but the blazing flames had not yet been extinguished. His brows held a hint of pain, yet he stubbornly raised his head to meet the challenge of fate.

"Though the Corridor of the End is long, it must never collapse." His voice was calm and firm. "As long as we are united and go to the front line together, even if the world collapses, we will protect this only hope for new life."

The words resonated, like stars converging into a river, igniting a burning fighting spirit in everyone's hearts.

The land, shrouded in smoke, dust, and the lingering scent of runes, has been transformed into a magnificent epic scroll, and a new era, born from the intertwining of determination, sacrifice, and hope, is slowly unfolding...

At the same time, the clouds in the sky above churned violently, and the angel legions pouring out from the interdimensional portal formed a tight formation. Their gold and silver armor shone brightly, and each wing fluttered like a holy blade forged by the dawn.

One after another, holy spears of light roared out, streaking across the night sky and hurtling towards the enemy ranks. Countless rocks shattered and crumbled under their impact, turning into scorching magma, igniting a wildfire of righteous judgment.

But at the same time, in the dark depths of the earth, sinister and terrifying shadow worms writhe, their bodies covered in a viscous liquid, injecting death and plague into the soul of the earth.

These tentacle-like monsters silently yet deadly invade, spreading death and covering the once thriving land, leaving only barren black soil awaiting the next wave of destruction...

The swarm leader's compound eyes flashed with an eerie cold light as it sneered and breathed: "Corrosion, destruction, and devouring—this is destiny, and the cruelest rule of the new era!"

Smoke billowed over the distant battlefield, the earth trembled violently, and a tragic atmosphere permeated humanity's last line of defense: Hill stood before the broken city gate, the devastated road bearing witness to countless bloody battles.

His temples were streaked with gray, but the burning fighting spirit in his eyes had never faded. "I will never let any enemy cross the line!" His voice was firm and powerful, like a mountain standing tall and supporting against the onslaught of storms.
Cynthia stood side by side with her sword, the blade trembling slightly, but she showed no sign of backing down. "Every swing of the sword lets them know that we will defend our dignity to the death."
Aliya focused on guiding soul energy to repair the barrier; the runes on her forehead surged, reflecting the cold light of stars and building an impenetrable barrier.
Anne, hidden in the shadows, cast a mental disturbance spell, plunging the enemy into a state of agitation and confusion. "The more arrogant they become, the more we need to calmly plan our strategy," she whispered.

Thunder roared and dark clouds gathered, as if nature itself was weeping and howling in the face of this catastrophe. In the night, as the storm approached, people's muscles tensed, and every breath forged their unwavering will.

Neither pain nor exhaustion could deter their unwavering determination to protect their homeland to the death...

In this endless silence, a shadowy figure slowly appeared.

The god of conspiracy, embodied in a flowing, mercury-like dark robe, had eyes like icy blades, flashing with a scorching yet cruel ominous light.

He walked slowly through the corrupt land, and with each step he took, the surrounding land rapidly corroded and crumbled, and a suffocating stench filled the air.

His fingers lightly traced a broken altar, the very place where the Blood Prison's origin lay. A massive Blood Demon core floated in the center of the altar, pulsating like a crimson heart.

His touch caused the cracks on the core surface to spread rapidly, and a thick, foul-smelling gas gradually emerged from the cracks.

"The corrupt blood fountain..." the God of Conspiracy whispered, his cold laughter like ice blades cutting through the air, "This is the new net I have laid, which will tear apart your last line of defense."

As his will was poured in, several twisted tentacles suddenly erupted from the massive blood demon core. Like snakes in a nightmare, they stretched wildly from all around the altar, dyeing the entire world a dark red, flowing and churning like blood congealed into a spring.

This "Corrupted Blood Spring" possesses extremely strong corrosive and divine absorption capabilities, constantly absorbing the surrounding souls and laws to provide a continuous source of nourishment for the God of Conspiracy.

Arya stood before the Primal Altar, clad in a dark red battle robe. Her face showed signs of fatigue from the long battle, but her eyes remained resolute and gleaming.

She gripped the staff tightly, the tip of which was inlaid with ancient runic stones that gleamed faintly silver in the dim light.

Scattered around her were the remaining members of the tribe known as the "Blood Prison Remnants," who, though exhausted, held their ground and never retreated.

However, her ankle was suddenly tightly bound by several crimson tentacles, which possessed a powerful ability to draw out divinity. Each wriggling motion seemed to tear apart the life force and essence of her soul.

Arya frowned, her muscles tensing as she tried to break free of her restraints, only to find that the power of this "Corrupted Blood Fountain" far exceeded her expectations; even she could not resist its corrosive speed.

"I can't let them break through their origin..." she muttered through gritted teeth, chanting a spell. An ice-blue shield instantly enveloped her, but countless fine cracks immediately appeared on the surface of the shield, making it seem as if it was about to shatter and was about to collapse.

David, far away on the other side of the battlefield, sensed an unusual fluctuation. His brows furrowed sharply, and his eyes blazed with fury.

He could feel the suffocating, gradually spreading profound crisis emanating from this otherworldly space, a little-known realm filled with the aura of death and despair.

However, he was currently bound by a "Chain of Order" imposed by the God of Holy Light, forcibly confined to the real battlefield and unable to escape. He could only watch helplessly as a deeper and more sinister scene hidden behind his own forces quietly unfolded.

The God of Holy Light stood on the high platform, his silver robes fluttering in the wind. His stern gaze swept across the entire hall, and every word he spoke carried an undeniable authority: "Order must be stable. The newly born chaos cannot be allowed to run rampant, otherwise all living beings will be plunged into eternal damnation."

He waved his hand and summoned a golden chain that descended from the sky, binding David firmly.

The chains shimmered with holy runes, constantly radiating outwards to suppress chaotic energy, preventing David from freely using extraterrestrial powers or traversing planes.

"This is to maintain the balance of the universe and to prevent destruction from spreading further."

David's eyes were serious, yet he was unable to break free from his restraints.

He suppressed his anxiety and looked towards the faint crimson waves emanating from the distant space. That was where Arya was desperately fighting, her life hanging by a thread.

"I will definitely find a way to break the bond," he murmured to himself, "I will never let you fight alone!"

Meanwhile, on that land on the edge of life and death, shadow worms had been lurking for a long time. The viscous mucus they secreted invaded the soul realm, causing sharp, mournful howls to echo through the empty valley.

This land, which once nurtured countless lives, is now desolate and barren, shrouded in endless death, inspiring despair and fear.

Hidden within were enormous worms, their limbs intertwined and intricate, rooted in the earth like deadly vines, constantly expanding their sphere of dominance.

Arya steadied herself, gritted her teeth, and raised her staff, resolutely resisting the crimson tentacles that were constantly devouring her life force and divine soul.

"We must not back down!" Her voice was solemn and firm. "As long as we have a breath left, this is our last line of defense!"

The remaining inhabitants gathered together and used their last strength to build a fragile but still unyielding protective barrier.

A strong sense of tragic heroism enveloped the entire altar. Sweat and tears mingled on their faces, but their eyes remained clear and bright, showing no sign of giving up.

On the edge of this apocalypse, they became the only symbols of unyielding hope, the strongest barrier against the fangs of conspiracy!

Daniel, a young guardian, wields his broken spear with all his might to cleave the poisonous vines that bind his companion's body.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and each breath felt as heavy as swallowing a lead weight.

But he still charged into battle, fearlessly shouting, "For the future, we will not fall!"

As night fell, a gust of wind swept up dust beside the Origin Altar, making the stench in the air even more pungent.

A pale moon shone on the desolate land, creating an eerie contrast with the crimson ocean.

In such an environment, every action is filled with immense pressure; every vow carries immense weight.

Every breath is accompanied by a tragic melody of fate and reincarnation!
Meanwhile, David, bound by the "chains of order" and unable to escape the battlefield of the real world, was filled with anxiety and unease.

However, he knew that the most important thing at this moment was to control the situation and buy precious time for his allies.

At the same time, we must be extra vigilant, because what lies behind this is not only war, but also more complex and unpredictable human scheming, and many unknown changes waiting to be revealed...

The air still carried the lingering smell of last night's embers, and wisps of smoke rose from the ruins, the crumbling walls reflecting the shattered faith and chaos.

(End of this chapter)