The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 623 Plot to Eliminate
Many young soldiers couldn't help but smile with excitement, while others clenched their fists silently, filled with hope for the future!

Outside the council chamber, high walls still stood around the camp, the smoke of battle still lingering, but the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers had quietly permeated the branches and treetops.

In the distant treetops, a group of elven bards gently plucked the strings of their harps and sang hymns, setting the stage for a new era to begin.

The dwarven craftsmen, meanwhile, were busy forging more advanced equipment;

On the training grounds of the new army, which are dominated by human beings, the sound of bugles echoes. They sculpt steel with their sweat and build steel fortresses with their flesh and blood!
However, just when everything seemed to be thriving, a shadowy figure quietly emerged from a dark corner of the hall.

His tall, slender figure was hidden in the shadows, with only his sharp eyes flashing with a mysterious, cold blue light.

This was none other than the mastermind behind all the conspiracies that had been lurking in the cracks between the great pantheons; a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"Heh... Do you ordinary mortals really think that this is how you can stabilize the world?"

Those so-called 'chaotic imprints' and 'voting systems' are nothing more than a small bait in my game of chess...

When the time is right, I will make you kill each other, and then seize control of the apocalypse…

His voice was deep and cold, yet it echoed in the empty space, sending chills down your spine like a venomous snake.

The spatial array behind him burned even hotter, with countless forbidden runes leaping and surging, resonating with those long-sealed, mysterious powers...

Liliana stood beside the towering crystal wall, draped in a silver moon robe, her hair flowing like a waterfall.

The moonlight shone on her pale, delicate face, making her azure eyes appear as deep and mysterious as the ocean.

At this moment, her brows were furrowed, and her expression was extremely solemn.

She was looking down at the Soul Furnace beneath her feet, a massive infernal apparatus woven from ancient runes and mysterious energies.

Blue flames burned at the center of the furnace, the flames devouring all the filth of the soul, while at the same time radiating a light that was both terrifying and noble and pure.

"Faith... has been corrupted." Liliana murmured softly, extending her slender fingers to touch the surface of the furnace. Intense runes activated instantly, and the blue flames burned even brighter.

“Shadow Worm Eggs have infiltrated the new believers. They lurk in the souls and corrode the foundation of the entire divine kingdom like a malignant tumor.”

These words struck the hearts of everyone like a heavy hammer. In the distant tents, whether human warriors, elven mages, or dwarven guards, all frowned, lost in thought and worry.

The newly established belief system is still fragile, and the fact that it is now facing such a deadly threat has undoubtedly caused a great upheaval in everyone's hearts.

"We must activate the purification process immediately!" Liliana made a quick decision. She leaped up lightly and quickly merged with the rune coordinates. The blue symbols burst forth and surged, gradually engulfing the source of the pollution like a tidal wave.

However, as the purification continued, a cruel reality gradually emerged: the growth rate of the divine kingdom slowed down abruptly, and many sacred domains became extremely weak.

The life force that was nurtured by the powerful divine flame was forcibly suppressed, causing the entire new order to face an unprecedented challenge.

David stood in front of the observation platform, frowning. His body was engulfed in fiery red flames, but they could not conceal the heavy burden in his heart.

He stared at the flowing data ripples and void images before him, as numbers jumped and changed continuously. Among the 30,000 new believers, thousands were marked as anomalous beings, and these 'anomalies' were precisely the carriers of the "Shadow Worm Eggs".

He said in a deep voice, "This cannot be a coincidence... There must be a darker and more complex conspiracy unfolding behind this."

Beside the command platform, a young female mage handed over the latest tracking and location data, a report on the location of the remnant of the God of Conspiracy.

“Master, we have traced it back to the source. His remaining fragments reside in a small plane called ‘Trading Star,’ where he infiltrates various spiritual spaces by manipulating a trading network. This is the key to the spread of the main force that manipulates ‘fate alteration.’”

David narrowed his eyes, his deep purple pupils like swords piercing through the void. "Trading Star? That plane should have been sealed off and cut off from all contact long ago, so why can it still harbor such a vicious existence?"

The assistant explained in a low voice: "Due to its unique spatial structure and complex multi-layered material circulation system, it has been cleverly used by the god of conspiracy as a hidden sanctuary."

He manipulated hidden forces through fragmented consciousness to continuously erode the mental defenses of all realms, while simultaneously using the 'Seed of Fate Manipulation' to distort the laws of spacetime, making tracking virtually impossible.

David clenched his fist, the red patterns on his halberd flashing and bursting with fury. He walked to the glass projection screen and ran his finger over the continuous, staggered data nodes. "We can't sit idly by and wait to die. This means we must personally delve into that plane and bring the bloody battle to their doorstep!"

The air inside the tent was heavy, and the weariness on everyone's face was tinged with determination.

Hill gripped his sword hilt, his fist clenched with fury. "As long as you give the order, our Witch Knight Legion will strike at any time, even at the cost of our lives!"

Anne's eyes shone with determination as she gazed at the starry night sky and murmured to herself, "Perhaps this is just the beginning of our true test."

His voice carried a calm and composed quality, with an underlying unwavering determination.

Meanwhile, at the center of the dark realm, a humanoid silhouette formed from eerie black mist is emerging, its mournful roar echoing through the void. It is the master of conspiracy regrouping its power with its remaining consciousness:

"All heavens and earth, I have laid out my chessboard. Even the gods will not escape annihilation! Let all so-called new eras fall into the vortex of chaos!"

His voice was icy and chilling, each word twisting the laws of space, instantly filling the entire domain with an aura of malice and corruption.

This evil force is like a plague, spreading destruction and betrayal into every corner, making all living beings feel endless terror and oppression!
The smoke of battle still lingered in the distance, but the morale of the Allied forces grew ever stronger and more vigorous.

They understand that the fight against evil forces will be long and arduous, but as long as they unite and build an iron wall with their beliefs, there will be no obstacle that cannot be overcome!

The morning breeze swept across the edge of the ruins, and the earth trembled slightly once again.

But behind every tremor lies a new hope for life to rise up and struggle! The war will not end, but dawn will surely come!
David stood in the Supreme Council Hall of the Astral Plane, a hall forged from crystal-clear starstone and crimson gold battle patterns, with banners symbolizing the glory and faith of various races hanging around it.

The expansive floor-to-ceiling dome reflects the glittering Milky Way, with several silvery-white streaks of light slowly cascading down from the top, like sacred chains binding the entire space.

He was clad in a crimson-gold battle robe, with his halberd planted in the ground beside him, burning like an incessant flame.

He stood in the center of the high platform, his gaze resolute and profound, like an indelible belief branded in the hearts of all beings. Surrounding the hall were hundreds of representatives from various ethnic groups, some clad in silver armor, others in flowing robes, and still others with skin radiating an otherworldly glow; each face reflected a mixture of tension and anticipation.

The air was heavy, yet it carried an unprecedented sense of exhilaration; a new chapter about resisting a dark conspiracy was about to begin.

"My esteemed allies," David began, his voice steady and powerful yet filled with fervent strength, "in the abyss of the End Corridor, the remnants of the god of conspiracy are stirring with the help of heretical forces, and their corruption is spreading into the souls of all our believers."

His gaze swept across the entire room, and everyone felt a fear that pierced the depths of their souls.

"To defend the new era we have created together and all life, we must launch a full-scale counterattack!"

As he finished speaking, a thick parchment document was solemnly placed in the center of the high altar, on which were clearly inscribed the terms of the law—"Wanted Order to Punish the Rebels".

"Anyone who can provide the coordinates of the God of Conspiracy's hiding place and related clues will receive 'permanent residency in the Divine Kingdom' and a generous material reward!"

This initiative aims to inspire all ethnic groups to unite and build an unbreakable defense!

The hall erupted in deafening applause as people stood up to offer their sincerest support for this pledge of solidarity.

Several elven elders in the distance exchanged glances, one of them smiling and saying, "This is an unprecedented opportunity for cooperation; we must seize it!"

The dwarf leader clenched his iron fist and roared, "As long as we get the trail of that demon, we will pursue it to the death, no matter the cost!" His voice was powerful and resonant, stirring up waves of emotion in the hearts of his many allies.

At this moment, a figure stepped into the center of the hall. She was Yana Roshir, the supreme mage of the Star-Eyed Clan, who came from the far reaches of the heavens and had a history of thousands of years and was renowned for her insightful eyes.

She wore a long, silver-blue robe, inlaid with intricate night sky patterns and runes, which shimmered with a dazzling, cold light under the lamplight.

She walked slowly to David's side and gently placed the exquisite compass on the table.

This compass is crafted from refined, rare meteorite iron, with a luminous blue crystal bead embedded in its center. It continuously rotates and leaps along the trajectory of runes, capturing the fluctuations and changes in cosmic energy as if it were a living thing.

“We tracked the energy ripples using our compasses,” Yana said calmly and confidently. “We have now pinpointed the target’s location—the core of the ‘Rusty Metal Star,’ a small trading planet surrounded by abandoned orbits that is its hiding place.”

The hall erupted in murmurs, with people whispering amongst themselves, some shocked, some excited, and a mixture of doubt and trepidation.

A young human knight couldn't help but ask, "Why would that planet become a hiding place for demons? Wasn't it sealed off long ago?"

Yana nodded gently in reply: "Precisely because of its long history and remote location, coupled with the intricate multi-layered trading network, this place has become an excellent hiding place."

More importantly, it contains spatial rifts connecting multiple dimensions, making tracking extremely difficult.

After a moment of silence, David smiled, a smile that brought encouragement and warmth.

"We will form a special task force, with the Witch Knight Legion at its core and top mages as support, to carry out a full-scale extermination operation and completely drive the enemy out of our world!"

He then waved to signal the officers to gather and plan the deployment details.

For a time, representatives from all sides rushed to offer their ideas and suggestions, and everyone was filled with enthusiasm, preparing to go to this fateful decisive battle together.

They moved aside the array diagrams and unfolded the map, revealing countless runes connected into a complex network, weaving a complete strategic picture like a piece of cloth.

Outside the camp, the night was deep, but everywhere was filled with the tense yet energetic atmosphere unique to preparations for action.

Dwarven craftsmen sharpen their weapons and constantly adjust and strengthen their equipment; elven archers practice their archery accuracy.
The human warriors from the Frost Mountains gathered to discuss and teach melee combat techniques;
The shamanic groups engage in spiritual communication and meditation to enhance their mental resilience and team cohesion...

Before dawn, countless lives had already awakened. Gazing at the deep night sky, each with their own beliefs and hopes, they vowed: never let darkness devour and destroy everything they cherish again!
Meanwhile, in the outer orbit of the "Rusty Metal Star," a small advance fleet composed of multiple races quietly assembled.

These ships have unique shapes, covered with mechanical scales, inlaid with crystal structures, and driven by pure magic arrays.

They have undergone extensive training and are well-equipped, making them a crucial and vital asset in this operation!
Navigator Ander gazed out the window at the surface of the abandoned planet, a vast area covered with rusty, massive mechanical ruins that contrasted sharply with the surrounding barren mineral deposits.

A strange whisper seemed to seep from the decaying machine, causing his shoulders to tremble slightly.

But more than anything, he was alert and resolute. He clenched his fist and said to the chief of staff:
"The enemy has been hiding here for a long time, and we cannot give them any chance to catch their breath."

No matter the cost, we must uproot them completely and restore a clear sky to the universe.

The chief of staff nodded in response, and the soldiers on both sides stared at each other solemnly.

Their faces were filled with steely resolve; there was no fear, no retreat. This was a crucial gamble that determined their very survival!

Time seemed to stand still, with only the distant, rumbling of machinery echoing through the void, while the scattered, shattered debris across the sky silently watched, like calm witnesses, as a new chapter was about to unfold…

At this critical moment, a silver-blue energy sphere quietly descended into the center of the bridge, transforming into a stream of pure information that flowed into the minds of every member:
The core area of ​​the Corroded Metal Star exhibits strong and abnormal life energy fluctuations, which is the main remnant of the Conspiracy Master's body. Please prepare for a full-scale battle!
Clad in crimson-gold armor, David led his legion of wizard knights aboard a giant psionic warship, slowly approaching the desolate and abandoned planet.

The ship's surface shimmered with battle runes, a shield formed by the fusion of ancient god flames and the will of the sorcerers, emitting a dazzling light in the boundless void.

The atmosphere inside the cabin was heavy.

David stood in the center of the command bridge, his eyes as deep and dark as an abyss, fixed on the rusty planet with its broken orbit.

Beside him, the high-ranking priest Hill held a longsword, its blade enhanced by fragments of the Great God of War, faintly radiating an aura of crimson-gold flames. His brows were furrowed, and he was fully focused.

"Extremely strong life energy fluctuations and signs of abnormal dark corrosion detected ahead." The navigator's voice was deep but filled with urgency.
"The remains of the god of conspiracy are suspected to be frequently active, accompanied by large-scale energy accumulation."

(End of this chapter)