The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 620 Purification Martial Arts Exercise

His expression changed drastically, revealing a resilient yet exhausted wound from behind his high-ranking cloak.

“One-third of the believers… were forced to abandon…” The voice was muffled, yet it chilled the hearts of the entire army.

This means they have lost a large number of believers to protect their remaining lives, greatly weakening their overall defenses and spiritual support!

The abandoned believers roared and scattered in the void, turning into dazzling crystal fragments that filled the sky.

These remaining "Holy Light Crystals," shimmering with their last faint glow, were absorbed by the End Corridor and transformed into a new type of energy called "Divine Echo," providing powerful momentum for the counterattack.

This energy contains the blessing of pure order, and is one of the most powerful supports against corrupt forces. It also symbolizes that the struggle between good and evil in this catastrophe has never ended, and that new hope is being born!

In the distance, smoke billows in the heart of the battlefield, where allies of various races, including humans, elves, and dwarves, support each other and build an indestructible wall with their lives.

No matter how severe the pain, no matter how intense the fear, they gazed at the future with unwavering eyes.

Because they knew that if they failed this time, it would be irreversible, but as long as the flame in their hearts was not extinguished, there was still a chance to turn the tide!

The Grand Master of the Salil Knights stood before the battle, sword in hand. His face was covered in sweat and dust, yet he remained resolute.

"We have fallen, but we will rise again!" he shouted, raising his arms. "For the future, for freedom, for truth, walk with me!"

Thirty thousand people responded in unison, "For freedom! For the future! For truth!" Their voices were thunderous, rising and falling like mountains, shaking the entire world.

The battle continues: sentries outside the city walls remain on high alert, and various complex magical runes flash in protective formations;

The shadow worm lurked and wandered, trying to find any opening;
Dimensional fluctuations are rampant, causing time and space to become distorted and unpredictable...

These crises remind everyone that success is still far away, and the real test has just begun...

Amidst the ruins, the broken walls and rubble, like heavy wounds, silently tell of the ferocity and cruelty of this unprecedented battle.

Alia led the rebel soldiers on the darkest stretch of road before dawn—to the headquarters of the Holy Light Church.

This once magnificent and solemn temple is now in ruins, with huge stone pillars broken and scattered on the ground, and exquisitely carved statues lying collapsed.

The sky was filled with swirling clouds, and gusts of cold wind, carrying the smell of broken glass and burning wood, made everyone instinctively tighten their cloaks.

The soldiers all looked solemn, yet none of them stopped, each step seemingly placed at the crossroads where history and the future meet.

Alia was draped in a long emerald green robe, the new banner of the rebels symbolizing the power of nature and redemption. She held a staff in her hand, and with each step she took, the earth trembled slightly and vines spread and grew.

Her gaze was sharp as she scrutinized the building before her, which was nearly collapsing from corrosion and decay—the very heart of the Dawn Cult's power center.

“This is the last stronghold of the Dawn Cult.” She murmured to herself, but it was enough to make those around her feel the heavy pressure and burning determination.

“Countless innocent souls have been desecrated here. We must uncover the truth and bring justice to the evildoers!”

The group followed Alya deeper into the underground chamber of the Papal Palace, a dark and damp place with marble passageways lined with altars inlaid with mysterious runes and bloodstains.

A putrid stench hit them, causing the already exhausted soldiers to cover their noses and look away.

Deep within the secret chamber, a massive obsidian pond lies silently in the shadows, its surface shimmering with an eerie, ghostly blue light, like a mirror reflecting endless despair in a deep abyss.

This is the legendary "Poison Pool of Faith," where the souls of millions of believers are refined and imprisoned. The Holy Light Energy Network is maintained through evil sacrificial rituals, making it one of the darkest and most horrifying secrets of the Dawn Cult.

Aliya slowly approached the poisonous pool. The gem at the tip of the ancient staff in her hand immediately emitted emerald green natural energy, which flowed into the center of the pool like a trickle, causing ripples to spread.

The soldiers present held their breath and watched as the water gradually became clear and transparent, as years of accumulated filth and impurities began to be stripped away and purified.

Her eyes closed, and her whole body radiated brilliant life runes. Clumps of green roots broke through the earth beneath her feet, as gentle yet resilient as a mother's embrace, surrounding and enveloping the poisonous pool.

These roots extend into the water, gently lifting the souls of tens of millions of victims, cleansing them of corruption and defilement with the power of nature, and guiding them to the distant, final corridor, the heart of the new order.

“You have betrayed your faith and desecrated the blessings of heaven and earth with greed,” Aliya said in a low but firm voice, “but the truly pure and resilient human spirit, willing to fight and sacrifice for all races, will live forever on this land!”

Today, we reshape the future with our lives and purify evil with truth!

The atmosphere was solemn and dignified, and countless suffering souls seemed to gradually emerge from the roots like a warm, tender dawn.

They gently floated away from the ancient obsidian cage, being transported to a mysterious and hopeful new world deep within the Hall of the End.

These souls not only attained liberation, but also became one of the most fundamental and crucial sources of power for the reconstruction of the divine kingdom, an indispensable bloodline essence for the new era!
The outer guards stood solemnly, and the faces of the allies from various ethnic groups wore complex expressions: some were angry at the betrayal of the former ruling class, while others were filled with boundless expectations for the future.

Witnessing this historic moment strengthened their resolve to continue the fight to the very end!

Meanwhile, the remaining Dawn Cult members inside the building were thrown into chaos.

They were suddenly jolted awake to the fact that the core of power had fallen, and many high-ranking priests scattered in panic and fled.

But many more chose to fight to the bitter end, using their last rays of light to try and protect the legacy of their distorted and hypocritical rule.

Blood stained the hall, and the fierce battle between various forces plunged the ruins into a vortex of despair, chaos, and violence once again!

Alia caught sight of several enemy leaders attempting to escape, and she coldly ordered, "Pursue them! Leave no survivors!"

Accompanied by shouts, the remaining rebels quickly deployed and advanced, giving the enemy no chance to catch their breath.

For a moment, the entire headquarters was like a purgatory, with every step filled with the aura of death, but it also gave birth to new life pulses, about to open up a new turning point in the situation!

The embers of war had not yet dissipated, and ashes and smoke still lingered in the air, as if the whole world was oppressed by a heavy shadow from which there was no escape.

After the Dawn Cult headquarters was captured, the dust on the battlefield seemed to have settled temporarily, but the gears of fate did not stop turning.

Far from the hustle and bustle, in the depths of the dark void, a shadowy figure huddled within the shattered divine realm—the God of Conspiracy, struggling in his death throes.

His once colossal divine body has shattered into countless fragments, leaving only his roars and curses in the void.

But this creator-like being would never give up easily, knowing full well that if he perished, he would completely lose control over the fate of this world. The God of Conspiracy slowly opened his scarlet, flame-like eyes, his entire body radiating an ominous aura formed by the intertwining of corruption and chaos.

The aura swirled in the darkness, as if it wanted to devour all life.

With slightly trembling hands, he tore a dark vortex from his shattered chest.

“Fate… cannot be controlled by others…” His voice was like a low growl from the depths of hell.

Like an ancient incantation, it entwines every inch of space: "I will... I will leave a trace... I will alter the future, turning the impossible into the inevitable..."

Immediately, a tiny seed, as dazzling as a falling star yet strangely dim, formed at his fingertip.

This is the "Seed of Fate Alteration," inscribed with countless forbidden runes, forming a vicious curse as if distorting the very essence of the laws of time and space.

This seed contains the ultimate power of destruction, deception, and manipulation; it is the final gamble of the god of conspiracy.

He focused his will and, using his remaining spiritual power, forcibly implanted the seed of the curse into the heart of the Silver Moon Saintess, the place where so many allies placed their hopes and where her pure and unwavering faith resided.

The seeds of evil bloomed like poisonous flowers in the dark night, quietly taking root and growing deep within her consciousness.

At first, it was just a faint ripple, appearing and disappearing from the depths of the Silver Moon Saintess's eyes.

But as time went on, this force began to gradually erode the softest and purest part of her heart, causing her to frequently fall into dream illusions.

In her dream, she seemed to see herself holding a sharp dagger, the dagger gleaming with a cold light, and she was approaching David step by step, each thrust carrying indescribable pain and turmoil.

Whenever the dream ended and she opened her eyes, she would always find faint, eerie black runes appearing on her palms, like branding, penetrating her skin and reaching her bone marrow.

These lines spread and diffused over time, but their true origin was hard to discern. She could only feel a stinging sensation and a slight heat, which made her frown and clench her fists, trying to forcefully dispel this inescapable feeling of constraint.

During the day, she tried to hide her inner turmoil and still presented a strong and calm image to her allies, but the occasional confusion and weariness in her eyes made it impossible for those around her to ignore the vague unease within.

A deadly danger, lurking deep within the mind, unfolds silently, like a time bomb waiting to explode.

Aliya repeatedly meditated in quiet corners, hoping to find a way to break the spell, but found that the power of "fate manipulation" was extremely complex and stubborn, and the distorted reality it brought about was hard to look at directly.

Even more worrying is that all of this seems poised to spread to a wider area, potentially jeopardizing David himself and the very foundation upon which the new order of the End Corridor is built…

As night fell, she stood alone on the high hill, gazing down at the starry sky, bathed in the dim light of the campfire.

The wind blew the corners of the cloak fluttering, and strands of green vines meandered and rose along the ground, intertwining with the starlight as if the spiritual veins of heaven and earth were converging.

He gazed into the distance of the wilderness, where David had led his new army in the fiercest charge. Perhaps the future awaited them there. No matter how treacherous and turbulent the road ahead, he could not retreat!

"I will never become a pawn in the enemy's hands," she murmured to herself, her lips trembling slightly with unwavering resolve.

"Even if the nightmare returns, I will protect David and all living beings on this land, because this is our faith, and it is the reason why all life is worth fighting to the end."

However, at that very moment, a cold, sharp, and piercing wind suddenly swept in, causing the tent curtains to whistle.

A streak of eerie blue lightning ripped through the sky, tearing a terrifying rift in the night like the claws of a ferocious beast.

Under the flash of lightning, a blurry black shadow suddenly appeared in the woods not far away. It was a secret agent sent by the hostile forces that had been lurking in the shadows for a long time. They carried dangerous witchcraft and intended to take advantage of Arya's momentary vulnerability to launch a fatal attack!
Upon hearing the sound, everyone in the tent instantly became alert and took precautions. Annie, with eyes as sharp as a hawk, suddenly drew her sword and rushed towards the direction of the dark figure, while Hill followed closely behind, wielding her sword to protect Alia's side.

"Anyone who attempts to invade our territory must pay the price!" His firm and authoritative tone greatly boosted the morale and courage of the soldiers!

However, Arya's heart was in turmoil: she felt both fear and anxiety about being manipulated, and an unwavering belief in resisting the shackles of fate.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she slowly tightened her grip on her staff, using the last of her strength to release purification runes, hoping to temporarily suppress the corrosive force within her body, while simultaneously displaying an unbreakable will to deter potential enemies...

David stood in the center of the altar, his body surrounded by crimson flames, his hand gripping the halberd formed from fragments of the Great God of War.

His gaze was deep as he scanned the ancient fragment in his hand.

Light flowed slowly from the depths of the fragments, as if containing infinite wisdom and power.

David closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to decipher the secret hidden within.

He felt a mysterious whisper piercing his soul, ancient and cold, the most severe yet realistic words left to later civilizations by the ancient times.

"War is the only nourishment for civilization."

The voice seemed to come from the depths of time and space, stirring up a profound and shocking wave in his heart.

War is not only about destruction, but also an inextinguishable furnace that propels civilization forward and forges the strong.

This idea was like a lightning bolt that cleaved through the darkness, giving David a deeper understanding of the divine right of war.

Just then, a bright silver magic circle suddenly appeared on the battlefield ruins. Its structure was grand and complex, and its runes were arranged in an orderly manner, like stars gathering and weaving into an invisible grid.

This is a newly formed secret realm within the End Corridor of the "War Arena," born from the power of the War Authority, and an important holy site for building a Wizard Knight Legion and enhancing its strength.

Clad in crimson-gold armor, the knights stepped out of the void into the arena, their footsteps shattering the earth and sending sparks flying with each step.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and the clanging of metal. The environment was as hot and harsh as a furnace for forging swords, but it was also a place to temper one's will and physical limits.

Hill, the most promising rising star in the Wizarding Knights, stood solemnly and resolutely in the center of the training ground.

The silver-white armor reflected a dazzling light, and the mottled scars on it told of countless life-and-death battles.

He gripped his longsword tightly, his sharp purple eyes fixed on the enemy illusions that slowly emerged in the illusory space ahead. These were the challenge trials constructed from the remnants of the God of War's will.

The illusion was tall and imposing, its armor shimmering with dark red flames. It raised its giant axe and swung it at Hill, each strike creating a deafening roar.

(End of this chapter)