The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 624 The Furnace Abyss
David nodded: "All units are preparing to enter a state of surprise attack. We must complete the mopping-up operation as soon as possible and uproot this rotten foundation."

As the order was given, a deep rumble broke the silence.

The colossal ship slowly descended to the edge of the atmosphere of the rusty metal star. Countless soul flames and runic radiance intertwined to form a shield wave, suppressing and stabilizing the surrounding scorching and corrupt atmosphere.

As the landing hatch opened, countless wizard riders clad in silver armor and flaming cloaks leaped down, quickly forming a tight formation amidst the wreckage of abandoned machinery and swirling weeds.

The firelight illuminated the broken steel and twisted fragments, revealing resolute and stern faces, showing no fear even in the face of desolation and danger.

"Reconnaissance team report: The surrounding area is filled with a thick, decaying black mist, accompanied by violent energy distortion." Liliana stood in the command center, her silver moon robes fluttering in the breeze.

She cast an ancient soul-purifying spell, a pale blue light shield enveloping the surroundings to resist the erosion. "We must be careful to guard against any sudden attacks from unusual forces."

David nodded in response, then lightly tapped the halberd in his hand with his fist. The halberd, which was a fusion of fragments of divine authority and the power of the sacred fire, emitted a scorching crimson-gold radiance. "Prepare to activate the 'Corridor of the End' devouring array to completely seal off and annihilate this pollution!"

Just as the team was gradually penetrating deeper into the heart of the Rusty Star, a violent tremor suddenly erupted.

The remnant of the god of conspiracy detonated the "Rotten God's Remains Bomb," which had been buried in the core ley lines, with a mournful roar.

This is an extremely rare and destructive large-scale forbidden device. The chaotic and corrupting power released by its explosion instantly tears apart the spatial structure, triggering an explosive shockwave that sweeps in all directions in an engulfing manner.

Thick smoke and black fog swept in the wind, tearing countless pieces of mechanical ruins into pieces that flew into the air like an apocalyptic storm sweeping across the land.

The sky suddenly changed color, from dark blue to blood red, a terrifying sight that seemed to foreshadow the entire universe's impending doom.

"All troops, prepare for battle! Resist the attack!" David roared, swiftly brandishing his halberd, drawing a fiery crimson trail beneath his feet, while simultaneously raising his scepter to activate the secret technique of the End Corridor.

A massive spatial vortex opened up beside him, like a gigantic maw trying to suck in the catastrophic torrent, in order to reduce the negative impact on the Allied forces and their defenses.

Hill drew his sword and stepped forward to lead the charge. His blood-stained longsword exuded an awe-inspiring majesty as he stood shoulder to shoulder with the many witch riders to confront the frenzied alien evil spirits.

These evil spirits were conjured by the mastermind Ember, and are monsters resulting from the fusion of spiritual corruption and chaotic power.

They shrieked and howled, constantly charging and destroying the defensive line, but they encountered the steely will and tenacious resistance of the high-ranking witch knights and were slain and crushed one by one.

Despite the tight defenses, the explosion still caused enormous damage to the foundation of the divine kingdom. The flow of life force in the sacred domain became abnormally slow, and many faith nodes became dysfunctional or even completely paralyzed, posing unprecedented risks and threats to the newly established order.

This situation made everyone realize that this was not just a physical battle, but a life-or-death struggle on the level of spirit, will, and belief.

Liliana frowned as she adjusted the layout of the magic circle and quickened her chanting to enhance the purification range.

"I'm initiating the freeze spell! 60% of the contaminated area will be temporarily sealed and frozen to control the spread!"

An icy blue barrier instantly enveloped part of the damaged area, within which the evil black mist gradually solidified like ice crystals, preventing the miasma from continuing to rage and expand.

While this measure effectively curbed the deterioration of the situation, it also forced a slowdown in the pace of operations, putting the Allied forces under greater pressure as they waited for their energy to recover before launching another offensive!
Just then, a dazzling red light flashed, and a grimacing figure with a blurred outline engulfed in crimson flames emerged from the raging smoke. It was the last fresh remnant of the God of Conspiracy.

His eyes burned like a sea of ​​hellfire as he unleashed a frenzied attack with his last ounce of strength, attempting to stop his pursuers from getting close to the core secret!
Hill went to meet him without hesitation.

He raised his sword, the weapon of war, and brought it down. Each strike was accompanied by the sound of space tearing apart, the most ferocious and desperate counterattack against the source of evil!
He gritted his teeth and roared, "Today, I will send you into the eternal prison!"

After a fierce battle, under the combined attack of the heroes, the small divine core that was secretly residing in the body of the master of conspiracy finally collapsed and shattered. Countless strange runes drifted away in the air and disappeared, like the dust of history that could never be revived!
Loud applause erupted immediately, but no one showed the slightest sign of relaxation.

They knew that this was merely a crucial victory in a difficult journey, and that the real danger still lurked and remained...

David looked at the blood demon core's afterimage, which had lost its vitality and was gradually dissipating in mid-air, and felt a complex mix of emotions.

He suppressed the holy fire surging within his chest and focused some of his energy on stabilizing the space around the altar, hoping to slow down the subsequent chain reaction caused by the chaotic impact from the outside world and buy time for his allies to recover and adjust...

The rift in the distant abyss, like a blood-red scar, spreads across the edge of the universe, violently vibrating and expanding as the energy aftershocks left by David's fierce battle with the gods continue to ripple and expand.

Within the cracks, eerie crystalline veins, like living blood vessels, slowly seeped into the continental plates, gleaming with a chilling, foul light.

The seventy-fourth layer of the abyss, a forbidden place that has always been hidden in the deepest part of the Corridor of the End and rarely seen by the world, is now finally exposed to the gods and mortals.

This place is filled with decay and chaotic energy; it is an ominous place that has been forgotten for a long time but still breeds destructive power.

The remnants of the Eternal Night Council used this ancient forbidden land as a breeding ground for their conspiracies. They lurked in the shadows, sinister and cunning, waiting for their chance like lurking cheetahs.

They prayed in hushed tones, sacrificing millions of innocent lives, their blood and souls poured into the decaying altar like poison.

The massive obsidian door on the altar slowly opened, its surface flowing with twisted and deformed runes that emitted an eerie phosphorescence in the darkness.

"The Gate of Decay has been activated." A council elder, dressed in a black-purple robe, with a withered face but piercing eyes, murmured. He formed a hand seal, and an ominous aura, thick with malice and distorting the laws of spacetime, surged from his fingertips.

Inside the monitoring center of the End Corridor, wise men and sorcerers of all races held their breath, staring intently at the constantly fluctuating data screen.

“The physical constants in this region are drastically distorted,” the elven mage Lia analyzed with a frown. “The gravitational field has become extremely unstable, and the flow of time is chaotic, with the past, present, and even the future intertwined and disordered.”

Amidst the data ripples, one after another, eerie, dark purple veins stretched out into the boundless void like tentacles, tearing space into fragments.

These fragile and dangerously abnormal areas seem poised to collapse at any moment, triggering a chain reaction that could spread to a wider range of dimensions.

The atmosphere inside the monitoring room was somber, with anxiety and solemnity written on everyone's faces, and each data update brought new shocks.

“If this rift is not sealed in time,” Senior Wizard Commander Hill warned in a deep voice, “the entire Multiverse, and even all the heavens and realms, will be plunged into irreversible catastrophe.”

David stood before the control panel, his gaze fixed on the ethereal image. The crimson-gold flames surrounding his body appeared remarkably serene. He gripped his halberd tightly; the halberd, imbued with the power of fragments of the Great God of War, now emitted a faint red glow, pulsating like the veins of life.

He murmured to himself, "This wound is not just a gash torn open by hell, but also the ultimate test of our faith and will."

Meanwhile, the scenes on the continental plate are chilling.

The earth, stained and covered by filthy crystalline patterns, appeared an unusual deep red, as if smeared with blood, obscure and mottled.

A thick, putrid stench filled the air, the remnants of ashes from a fire where decay and death intertwined.

A storm suddenly arose, with gusts of wind howling and whipping up withered leaves and dust, causing the incantations to drift intermittently from the distant ruins.

A dwarf craftsman stood at the edge of the ruins, his face covered in dirt and exhaustion, but his eyes were resolute: "We cannot back down. This has become the most dangerous battlefield. We must use our hammers to smash the root of this nightmare!"

Meanwhile, at the edge of the distant forest, a squad of elven archers lurked in the treetops, silently observing the desolate scene before them, their cold gazes fixed on the phantoms of corpses projected and manipulated by the Council of Eternal Night.

"These undead are not just ordinary enemies; they carry a corrupting virus, and every breath they take is a malignant tumor eroding our lives," the team leader warned softly. "We must proceed with caution and not underestimate them."

The black-robed priests in the Council of Eternal Night are carrying out even more rampant and evil rituals.

They raised their hands high, using ancient forbidden spells to summon an ominous power originating from the core of the abyss, and the earth trembled as if in response to each of their prayers.

Streams of energy, imbued with the fundamental laws of death and depravity, impacted the rune array, forming layers of unstable patterns in the air and filling the entire scene with unspeakable malevolence.

“Power is gradually awakening,” one of the priests said in a hoarse voice, yet with barely concealed elation. “When the ‘Gate of Decay’ is fully opened, we will be able to control the endless torrent of destruction!”

On the other side of the astral plane, the high-ranking sage Lia was connecting with the spiritual network of her followers. Her brows were furrowed as she used her time-perception spell to try and probe the possible future.

However, the complex and chaotic information tide, like a churning ocean, left her exhausted and unable to fully control the changing situation.

"If left unchecked, I fear even the new order we have built together will crumble completely," she sighed.

After a long silence, David looked up at the vast, dark universe outside the window and thought, "All life will tremble because of this scar."

But precisely because of this, we must build our final line of defense with unwavering conviction, so that those who blaspheme will feel the flames of truth burning in their hearts.

Clad in fiery armor, they stepped on precarious floating fragments, their figures reflecting crimson flames that shone brightly in the dark void.

David stood at the forward position, his deep purple eyes reflecting countless pulsating data patterns.

The massive metal structure appeared on the projection screen in front of me, a star ring composed of countless interlocking gears, chains, and plates, like a mechanical behemoth silently floating at the edge of the void.

At the center of the star ring is a half-corrupted, twisted, and deformed Titan body, its torso covered with cracks and black corrosion spots, with mysterious runes flickering intermittently, like the remnants of an ancient magic book.

“This… could it be…” Hill frowned, gripping his sword tightly, his gaze grave. “The legendary Titan of creation… its remains haven’t completely perished?”

Liliana gripped her wand tightly, her eyes fixed on the energy patterns. The runes danced at her fingertips, resonating with the glowing blue runestone on her chest and emitting a deep hum.

“No, this is not a naturally formed place,” she whispered. “This is a meticulously constructed man-made ruin, a ‘creation furnace’ that the ancient gods used as an experimental field for the creation and forging of life.”

"You mean it's an experimental field?" David slowly stepped closer to the projection, his brow furrowed with deep doubt and solemnity. "Why would such a massive and terrifying structure be hidden here? And why has it now become a source of filth and chaos?"

Liliana closed her eyes and pondered for a long time before opening them. Her expression was solemn and tinged with sadness: "This is the remains of a failed creation experiment. It was an important holy site that should have nurtured new life and shaped divine souls, but it has been reduced to this decaying and terrifying state due to an unknown disaster."

That half-corrupted Titan corpse was once one of the great leaders of the gods, but now it has been corrupted into a symbol of curse.

The shamans gathered around, their faces filled with shock and awe.

The oppressive atmosphere emanating from this area was almost suffocating; every breath felt like inhaling a chaotic miasma, sending chills down one's spine.

David took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the massive star ring structure.

"These gears and chains seem to still be working?" He frowned, staring at the large mechanical devices that were broken but still rotating slowly. "As if waiting for some kind of trigger mechanism to activate them."

Hill walked to a huge piece of mechanical debris next to him and tapped its surface lightly with the hilt of his sword, producing a crisp yet heavy sound.

"These components are ancient, yet they remain incredibly sturdy, demonstrating an extremely advanced manufacturing process that incorporates divine power."

At that moment, a faint blue light emerged from within the star ring, dispelling the gloom and dissipating like smoke.

A set of sealed experimental chambers stood prominently inside, their outer walls made of transparent crystals, but the deformed ancient god embryos could be vaguely seen inside.

These embryos, with their twisted and bizarre bodies, like embodiments of nightmares, floated silently in liquid energy, each exuding a chilling and ominous aura.

“These embryos…” Liliana’s expression changed drastically. She whispered, “They attempted to create a new race through genetic modification, but their power went out of control and led to a backlash of corruption. This is one of the origins of corruption!”

David's heart skipped a beat, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the halberd handle.

His gaze was resolute: "Then, we are facing not only destruction, but also a complex and painful path full of trials."

This 'Creation Furnace' ruin hides too many secrets; we must completely uncover its true nature, otherwise the darkness behind it will never be eradicated!

The shamans stood at attention, and the area was filled with a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)