The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 619 The Final Counterattack
The indomitable fighting spirit burning deep within their souls made them David's strongest and sharpest blade.

The shaman riders moved with perfect coordination, charging into the enemy ranks with lightning speed.

Their footsteps shattered the void, each stomp stirring up a storm that annihilated swarms of shadow worms and howling demons.

As they brandished their spears and swords, bursts of sword energy imbued with the essence of the laws of war shot out, cleaving the air in silvery-white cracks, tearing apart the enemy's defenses like a thunderbolt.

Hill stood on the edge of the precipice, clad in silver armor, his numerous scars only making him appear more resolute and upright.

He gripped his longsword, gazing at the dense barrier of holy light before him. It was a tight enchantment personally laid down by the God of Holy Light, firmly protecting the entire End Corridor.

However, even with such tight defenses, it was difficult to avoid being torn apart by this new army led by David and incorporating the power of ancient war authority.

As Hill's sword tip sliced ​​through the air, an immortal sword aura containing a dense mixture of order and chaos roared out. This sword aura was like a thunderous beast tearing through the sky, cleaving a deep crack in the barrier of holy light.

At that moment, the entire arena seemed to tremble. Countless guardians widened their eyes, witnessing the immense pressure emanating from this devastating attack that defied all reason and possessed destructive power.

Suspended in the high temple, the God of Holy Light witnessed this scene. His silver robes fluttered in the celestial breeze, but his brows were furrowed even more solemnly.

His eyes, like torches, shot out a sharp killing intent, yet also contained a hint of shock and resentment: "You... you can actually control the order amidst chaos... what kind of lone hero are you!"

His voice was low but filled with an uncontrollable pressure, conveying his unease about the sudden change in the situation and revealing his deep wariness of David's hidden power.

As a representative of the former maintainers of the divine order, he could not tolerate any emerging forces that disrupted the balance of the old world and grew too powerful.

Now that the new warrior has forcibly torn open his barrier, it is undoubtedly a loud alarm bell, and also a fierce battle that is about to sweep across the world!
Outside the dome, the weather suddenly changed, the earth roared and lightning flashed, and countless rune arrays lit up in succession, echoing the "War Ring".

These originally subtle, flowing spiritual energies gradually converged into a vast, mysterious grid, constructing the final line of defense for the entire End Corridor.

Lucia closed her eyes and chanted, the crystalline runes on her forehead shimmering like a cluster of stars. She softly recited eerie incantations, using gentle magical threads to repair the damaged barrier, allowing each injured vein to sprout new life force.

Cynthia's cloak fluttered as she wielded her silver-blue blade to fend off the resurgent swarm of shadow worms. Each swing left a blue afterimage, like the trembling sound of an icy blade cutting through the void.

And the unwavering determination revealed in her cold purple eyes is an inextinguishable beacon of faith in the hearts of all guardians!
Hill's face was solemn but unwavering. "We must build a bulwark with our flesh and blood, and write our destiny with the blade!"

He leaped into the heart of the enemy ranks, each strike precise and deadly, severing and dispelling the dark tentacles, clearing away the fog of death and the confusion that shrouded everyone on their path!
Anne lay lurking in the shadows, her gaze sweeping across the battlefield with the sharpness of a hawk. She continuously cast holographic mental disruption spells, plunging the enemy into a state of agitation and confusion.

Like a dancer walking on the edge of life and death, she waits for the perfect moment to stab her opponent in the heart, using her wisdom to fill the gap in her own strength!
Liliana stood on the edge of the royal court's high platform, her blue-black robes billowing as the night sky's stars fell, bathed in a soft, radiant purple glow.

Like a shrewd queen looking down upon the masses, she uses her unique wisdom to support a new lineage of faith, providing a powerful spiritual pillar to resist the invasion of madness.

"This is our belief, the hope of all races!" she murmured softly, "and it will eventually dispel the darkness and gloom!"

At this moment, everyone's heartbeats resonated, and they felt the dawn of hope brought by the "War Ring" gradually illuminating every inch of land on the desolate ruins!

As if the cold winter had quietly ended, a long-awaited warm breeze caressed our faces. This was the most fiery moment of our determination, and also the moment when history was rewritten in its most magnificent chapter!

On the other side, a storm was brewing within the Holy Light Alliance. They gathered many powerful deities and legion leaders, driven by endless rage and unwavering will to defend the old order to the death.

In the moment that is about to erupt, they will surely try to crush this red countercurrent with an unimaginable, earth-shattering force.

But at this moment, no one dares to ignore the incredible, legendary fact that David possesses the ability to control "chaos" while simultaneously mastering "order"...

Arya stood in the center of the altar, clad in a deep red battle robe, the edges of which were adorned with dark purple runes that shimmered with a cold, eerie light.

Her face was pale yet resolute, fine beads of sweat trickling down her temples, and her large, clear eyes, like stars, reflected endless determination and stubbornness.

She gripped her staff tightly, the blood demon core at its tip, sealed by ancient runes, gleaming with crimson fury, like a vibrant, beating heart, tearing through the surrounding darkness with fiery lines.

“The time has come…” Arya whispered. She exhaled softly and mobilized the divine power within her to its limit, resonating with the Blood Demon Core.

Her brows were furrowed, her lips trembled slightly, but her eyes grew increasingly firm, losing all trace of hesitation.

At this critical moment of life and death, she sacrificed the remaining divine essence within her to awaken the ultimate power of this "Blood Prison Lamentation Array".

Suddenly, the runes on the altar burst forth with a dazzling crimson light, scattering across the world like a bursting galaxy.

Ancient, forbidden incantations echoed in a low, resonant voice, weaving a web across time and space that tightly linked the entire sky and the earth.

A gigantic array formed from souls and laws gradually emerged, its intricate structure resembling the most precise and unpredictable mechanism in the universe.

With the final wisp of divine flame injected, the "Blood Prison Lamentation Array" was fully activated!
The Blood Demon Core, suspended in the air and pulsating like a living heart, began to tremble violently. Spiderweb-like lightning patterns cracked on its surface, constantly erupting with waves of scorching energy.

Everyone present could feel the terrifying waves that shook the depths of their souls and struck at their very core will.

This is both destruction and purification, a fusion of despair and hope, ultimately becoming the prelude to a deafening roar.

Arya closed her eyes and chanted the final incantation, each syllable filled with the power to tear the heavens and earth apart.

"Creator, hear my prayer! Grant me the power to overthrow this corrupt darkness and bring new life to all races!" Her voice was hoarse, yet unwavering, echoing through the heavens and earth as an eternal vow.

Just then, she suddenly looked up and opened her eyes. Her bright gaze pierced through the layers of mist and looked straight at the hidden dangers on the other side of the battlefield, where David was struggling and carrying heavy burdens.

“David… remember, no matter what situation you find yourself in, no matter how dangerous the obstacles, this ‘Blood Demon Core’ will always be loyal to its true creator.” Her voice was weak, yet it contained an undeniable truth. “It will not betray… it will not…”

The words had barely left his mouth when a deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth!
The entire altar was suddenly engulfed in a dazzling crimson sea, countless tentacles snapped off with a deafening roar, violently flung hundreds of feet away by the powerful explosion. Multiple spatial distortions appeared everywhere, like an endless vortex swallowing everything.

At the center of that dazzling, crimson supernova, which seemed to be burning the entire world, was the "Blood Demon Core" undergoing a self-destruction reaction.

The intense heat and thunderous roar intertwined, constantly surging and expanding its influence, forcing the massive divine body under the control of the God of Conspiracy back to its limit.

He roared and howled, but he could no longer stop his limbs from shattering and disintegrating under the influence of the extraordinary energy. Each time a fragment broke and flew, it was accompanied by a heart-wrenching and cruel scream, as if his soul was being slashed to the brink of annihilation.

The sharp debris fell from mid-air, and the eerie stench emanating from all directions gradually faded away, leaving only piercing screams and mournful lamentations lingering in every molecule of air.

Even more chilling in the chaotic space was the faint, eerie blue-purple shadow slowly coalescing at the center of the explosion. That was Arya's hidden soul, protected by a special core seal in hopes of a possible resurrection...

The guardians watched this scene with bated breath, some with grief on their faces, others with unwavering resolve.

They knew that although the destructive power unleashed at the cost of lives was enormous, it held the potential to reverse the long-standing trend of gradual decline and provide a crucial opportunity for a counterattack in the Corridor of the End!
The Grand Master of the Salil Knights gripped his sharp sword, his gaze filled with a mixture of joy and surprise as he watched the vast crimson ocean recede. At the same time, his voice was high-pitched and awe-inspiring: "This is the purest sublimation of the power of faith, and also the indomitable cry of mortals against the gods' manipulation of fate!"

We must press our advantage and defend our future with our lives!

Alia's eyes were also filled with tears, but she was no longer afraid. "We have ignited the dawn of hope. As long as our faith continues to burn brightly, there is no darkness that cannot be dispelled!"

At this moment, the battlefield in the distance is changing rapidly. Even more dramatic is the fact that the Holy Light Alliance is in complete disarray. They could not have predicted that this series of disasters would completely paralyze their logistics, and they are already lacking supplies and support, so their morale has plummeted.
Not to mention, the tenacity and fighting spirit shown by the guardians in the face of such a raging torrent is truly awe-inspiring!

The air was thick with the lingering smells of blood and gunpowder, a mingled atmosphere of sacred and corrupt conflict.

Since the god of conspiracy was swallowed by that earth-shattering explosion, everything seemed to fall into a brief silence, but this silence did not bring peace, but rather the deepest and most oppressive tranquility before death.

David stood at the center of the altar, his eyes burning with chaotic flames, the intense heat containing endless resolve.

His entire armor blazed with crimson gold light, and with his halberd in hand, every breath he took stirred the rhythm of heaven and earth.

He felt the surging power welling up from the depths of his divine nature, and he knew this was the decisive moment.

"The god of conspiracy is dead, but this is only the beginning." His voice was deep and firm, echoing in the wind like thunder striking the hearts of all beings.

At this moment, he felt the power of war authority flowing within him converge like a torrent, and an unstoppable energy propelled him to the highest point of the battlefield.

David brandished his halberd, and a beam of crimson-gold light shot into the sky, blasting the surrounding corrosive creatures and shadow worms back several miles.

The God of Holy Light stood atop the high platform, his long silver robes fluttering in the wind. His silver eyes were fixed on David, flashing with resentment and anger, and concealing boundless majesty.

"You erode order with chaos, but order is the true master of all!" His voice was loud and clear, like ten thousand bells ringing, or like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, causing the guards around him to stand in solemn silence.

However, the Holy Light faction, now free from the constraints of the God of Conspiracy, appeared exhausted.

Having lost the mastermind behind the scenes, they were at a loss when faced with the power of the war authority emanating from David.

Morale fluctuated wildly throughout the camp, with many members of the Angel Legion showing fear and doubt, and some even beginning to doubt whether they could still hold the line at the edge of the apocalypse.

The air suddenly froze, and on this land on the verge of collapse, countless star runes surged and rose like a tide, dyeing the last rays of the apocalypse blood red.

David gathered all the energy in his body and rushed toward the Holy Light Platform at an incredible speed.

His body transformed into a streak of crimson-gold lightning, cleaving through layers of barriers and rune grids, instantly annihilating all the enemies in his path.

His figure swept across the sky, like a messenger of the Last Judgment descending upon the earth.

A novel energy, formed from the intertwining of chaos and order, burst forth, an embodiment of redemptive divinity: billions of longswords, condensed from pure spiritual energy, swirled and roared around him, piercing the sky like a cascading galaxy.

These sword beams carried the judgment of a new era, capable of destroying all corrupt and hypocritical forces. With lightning speed, they ripped through the sky, pierced through enemy ranks, and tore countless angels into countless fragments.

The Silver Moon Knights screamed in horror as they witnessed countless comrades who had once fought alongside them through thick and thin, wielding blades to slay enemies, falling tragically. This destructive power surpassed anything seen in any previous battle.

Their faces were pale, their fists clenched, and they mustered their courage to fight back.

But they soon discovered that resistance was almost futile and were forced to retreat to deeper defensive lines. They fell among the ruins, each step carrying heavy sacrifices and heartbreaking pain.

The God of Holy Light waved his hand with all his might to summon the "Starlight Barrier" in an attempt to block the path-clearing slash.

This barrier emitted a dazzling golden light, covering a thousand miles of territory like a shield.

Even so, the billions of swords constructed from the pure will to redeem continued to tear through the magnificent shield, unleashing deadly sharpness from the gaps.

Sharp sword energies crisscrossed, like falling stars piercing the night, gradually disintegrating the barrier!

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed from afar!

This is the collective roar of the Holy Light leaders, the final fighting spirit bursting forth in a desperate moment against fate!
Even so, this resilience was still no match for the overwhelming countercurrents that threatened to engulf the furnace!

As a dazzling and powerful shockwave swept across the heavens and earth, the crown of the God of Holy Light suddenly trembled violently, and fragments fell away with a cracking sound.

(End of this chapter)