The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 626 The Truth About the Anchor
His forehead veins bulged, and every breath he took was unusually heavy and painful, but his eyes burned with a resolute and unyielding fire, and he never retreated an inch.

Hill noticed the coach's unusual behavior and quickly went to help him up, only to see David gripping the halberd tightly and swinging it with overwhelming force to sever the tendrils of annihilation, dispersing his own pressure as he moved.

"Commander, please restrain yourself—you cannot overexert yourself like this, otherwise..."

“We have no choice,” David replied resolutely. “This path may be treacherous, but if even the will of us pioneers cannot withstand it, how can we protect millions of lives?”

Liliana stood to the side, lightly touching the halberd with her staff, pouring in a portion of her own arcane energy to replenish its depleted power. "Master, we will share this burden; we will not let you bear it alone!"

The surrounding priests concentrated their spiritual power into the protective array around David, building a solid outer perimeter for him and providing additional support for the entire ceremony.

In an instant, the entire army's will was united, as solid as an indestructible steel wall, adding a magnificent and imposing momentum that oppressed the chaotic evil forces, plunging the enemy camp into an increasingly anxious and panicked state.

Suddenly, a dazzling silver light shone in the distant sky. The great river formed by the pure faith of billions of people gradually extended and expanded. Its light was like the dawn breaking through the darkness, dispelling the shadows of the past.

Against this magnificent backdrop, the sweat and tears on each soldier's face solidify into the most vivid mark of imperial glory, and also a symbol of the eternal inheritance of hope for the future!
David raised the great divine halberd burning with crimson flames. His armor gleamed under the starlight, but his face was filled with an unprecedented solemnity and determination.

He took a deep breath and stared intently at the core of the "Corruption Navel" in front of him, which was struggling to breathe and had been corroded to its limit. It was a chaotic furnace crack.

At this moment, that corrupt space is awaiting the baptism of the ultimate purifying power.

"Begin!" David commanded in a deep voice, his voice reverberating through the void like thunder piercing the heavens and earth.

Liliana waved her wand, and intricate runes flew from her fingertips. Her entire body radiated a cold light, firmly binding the surrounding space.

The gears on the star ring whistled and moved, and a silvery-white torrent surged out from the river of souls, like a clear river flowing through the dark wasteland.

This silvery torrent was as vibrant as life itself; wherever it went, all the filth and crystals trembled violently.

The dark, broken, distorted, and excessively crystallized and eroded land and buildings were all invaded by the purification waves, and the chaotic and corrupt energy contained within them was rapidly reversed into pure and blazing energy.

As the dust settled, the world seemed to regain its vitality, with countless tiny life forces surging and reviving.

The Wizard Knights lined up at the border, and as this pure power spread, they chanted the Elegy of Redemption once again in unison.

This is a sacred hymn passed down from ancient times, and every note contains the power to dispel evil and defilement and awaken sleeping souls.

In the vast void, the song struck the depths of the soul like a morning bell and evening drum, allowing all participants to feel a sublime power that was close to the sacred origin.

Hill's eyes shone brightly as he raised his sword high, guiding the purifying torrent and ensuring its smooth flow.

"Let the endless filth vanish into nothingness! Let the dawn of new life shine throughout the universe!" he shouted, joining forces with the priests to transfer their faith and will to the core of the torrent, infusing it with a stable pulse and a sense of direction, making this power even sharper and more radiant.

However, at that moment, a strange, eerie blue light suddenly appeared deep within the cracks of the Chaos Furnace.

An ancient, twisted, mottled, and cracked giant divine bone slowly emerged from the crack. The bone, as thick as a giant finger, was covered with obscure and indistinct runes, and the sharp bone spikes at its tip shone with an ominous cold light.

This is a remnant of the ancient god's remains, manipulated by the mastermind's remaining body to resist the ultimate seal!
As the bone finger suddenly shot out towards the silver torrent, a sharp, shattering ripple instantly blasted out!

Approximately 30% of the pure energy was thus shattered and disintegrated into disordered dust and fragments, which drifted away and disappeared into the void.

This sudden counterattack caused all the priests to hold their breath and stare intently, and the atmosphere in the arena suddenly became extremely tense.

David saw the gap widen, but he did not panic. Instead, he activated the divine blood burning within his body to its peak state.

Fresh blood surged and gushed along the spine of the halberd, like a giant serpent of fire coiling around it.

He gritted his teeth and roared, "We can't let it stop us!"

At this moment, his entire body was covered in brilliant crimson-gold patterns, a symbol of the extraordinary divine body he had awakened after fusing with the fragments of the Great Divine Authority.

He suddenly poured the crimson lotus flames into the damaged area, using his own life essence to fill the withering space, allowing the broken edges to heal and recover rapidly. He then used the crimson gold flames to burn away all the remaining evil mist and filthy crystals, firmly grasping the critical moment in his hands!
Seeing his coach charge forward again, Hill was filled with excitement and shouted, "Our coach is invincible! We will follow you through the darkness!"

Meanwhile, in the deeper areas of the End Corridor, countless souls of warriors chosen by fate voluntarily ascended. They gathered around the massive spiritual network nodes, their extraordinary spiritual power coalescing into specks of light, twinkling like stars and composing an even grander melody of faith.

These ascendants came from different races; some were legendary prophets, some were heroes who sacrificed their lives during wartime, and some were masters of faith...

Their hearts resonated with each other's unwavering will, and they transformed their own existence into eternal protective energy, joining the surging torrent of redemption and continuously supplying it with boundless vitality and enduring energy!
“Look, this is the resonance of all beings, the connection of all realms, courage and hope.” Liliana looked at the center of the mental network. Although she looked tired, this scene brought out a long-lost gentle smile. “At this moment, we are not fighting alone, but sharing prosperity as one.”

A dazzling silver light suddenly split open in the sky, pouring down from the distant horizon and covering the entire polluted area like a waterfall.

The silvery glow brought not only physical cleansing, but also a sublime spiritual enlightenment, allowing each participant to feel the most sincere blessing from the origin of the universe, and inspiring them to continue to move forward firmly, fearless of any challenges and hardships!

Time seemed to stand still yet stretch infinitely at this moment; every pulse was a leap of life, and every breath was a declaration of determination for the future.

At the end of the long, dark night, this "Elegy of Redemption" resounds with an epic and majestic tone, lighting a beacon of hope for all beings struggling on the brink of destruction and caught between life and death, and ushering in a new dawn for a new era!

The decaying smoke and dust in the space were gradually disintegrated, the miasma dissipated, and the murky atmosphere was gradually replaced by clarity and brightness.

All the priests and mages participating in the purification ritual held their breath, gazing intently at the deep, forbidden land. They knew that this was not the end, but the beginning of the unveiling of a far deeper secret.

David stood at the core of the purification array. His crimson-gold halberd was still burning with the inextinguishable holy fire, but there were faint cracks on his forehead, his eyes were closed, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

Suddenly, he felt a powerful, desolate, and mysterious tremor emanating from the depths of his mind, as if fragments of spacetime accumulated over trillions of years had flooded into the deepest recesses of his soul, tearing apart and reshaping his perception and existence. "My name is Yog Sothos..." The voice echoed like a desolate void at the edge of the universe, each word piercing his soul, every syllable carrying an indescribable, ancient, and chilling fear.

David slightly opened his eyes, his purple eyes flashing with an unprecedentedly intense light, mixed with a hint of shock and fear.

He slowly knelt down, bracing himself against the ground as if trying to hold onto the sudden storm of consciousness before him, only to find that his power was being swallowed up by the spreading mysterious fluctuations.

Immediately afterwards, a flood of images rushed into his field of vision:

The Star Ring Device is not an ordinary machine, but the "Anchor of the World," an ancient and extremely powerful artifact used to suppress the remains of an ancient god that were dismembered and sealed during the early days of the universe.

This mutilated body once disrupted the laws of spacetime in multiple realms, and its power was enough to destroy countless worlds.

The wizarding civilization suffered a catastrophe for seeking this forbidden truth. Those prophets and sorcerers who came into contact with the true knowledge were cruelly erased, causing the civilization to be almost completely wiped out by the dust of history.
All that remains are vague hints and fragmented legends.

David's own existence was a pre-orchestrated plan, a part of the will left behind by the gods.

He was destined to become a "purification tool," using his own flesh and blood and beliefs to tear open the decay and erosion in order to complete the great task of reshaping the eternal order.

This is both an honor and a curse.

Fragments of consciousness flooded in, crashing against the shores of his mind like raging waves, making his scalp tingle and his breathing rapid.

The scenes of those destructive experiments are vaguely visible in the visuals: the ancient god embryos struggling tragically, the mechanical behemoths roaring and splitting, the star ring gears rumbling and crashing, and the countless ancestral priests fighting desperately. Their eyes are bright, but in the end they cannot stop the torrent of fate, and tears helplessly slide down their cheeks...

David spread his arms wide, the tip of his halberd burning fiercely, transforming the turmoil in his heart into unwavering resolve.

He closed his eyes and murmured, "Even if fate shackles me, I will build an immortal defense with my flesh and blood, so that darkness will not devour the last ray of light in this world."

In the space, a silver rune chain suddenly shone and pulsed, wriggling and coiling around the halberd as if it were alive.

This runic power suppressed and categorized the chaotic information in his consciousness, allowing David to more clearly discern the truth behind those complex messages, while also stimulating the most primal and pure source of belief hidden within him.

Hill and Liliana quickly noticed their commander's unusual condition. They hurried over and carefully supported the exhausted but still upright halberd wielder.

"Master, do you need to rest?" Hill's voice was tinged with concern, but even more so with a determination to not slacken in the final battle ahead.

Liliana's eyes were gentle yet firm: "Commander, these messages are heavy, but they are also key to our defeat of the root of corruption."

You must persevere; we need your guidance.

David nodded in response, "I cannot fall, nor will I fall." Then he looked up at the sky, where the vast stars seemed to resonate with him, shining with a sharp purple-gold brilliance.

"Yog Sothos... your voice is both a curse and a revelation. I will use my will to transform this terror into protection!"

Outside, pure silver-white energy continues to flow into the chaotic furnace, each infusion stealing away more of the fallen shadows and dyeing the world with holy dawn.

However, the projection of that bone finger, like a persistent ghost, constantly disrupted the spatial order, making the battlefield full of uncertainty and danger, which made the responsibility of the guardians even heavier and more arduous.

In an ancient casting hall behind the spiritual network center, a large number of worshippers joined the spiritual resonance path, praying for divine blessings and desiring to dedicate their last rays to the salvation of all beings.

Regardless of ethnicity or identity, every figure displayed utmost piety, silently telling the tragic and tortuous story of all beings struggling against their fate, yet never losing hope!
David stood at the core of the purification array, clad in crimson-gold armor. His robes were torn by the void storm, yet he remained as steadfast as a rock.

His purple pupils narrowed slightly, veins bulged on his forehead, and a hint of barely perceptible pain mingled with the determination on his face.

The fragments of Yog Sothos's consciousness surging like a tsunami in his mind were gradually calming down, but what followed was an even more bizarre and profound wave.

The voice whispered deep within his soul, like ancient chains slowly coiling, suppressing and binding his will and destiny inch by inch.

“David…” The voice was faint and distant, yet it shook the soul. “I am the anchor of the world…linking the fate of 1,382 planes…this anchor is both a seal and a cage.”

The air trembled slightly as rings of silver-blue runes burst forth from David's body, like icy blades piercing through his skin and striking his very bones.

The crimson-gold halberd in his hand also emitted waves of strange light, a new spirituality born from an unprecedented resonance with divine consciousness.

"This anchor is welded to your soul by the consciousness of my ancient god." Yog Sothos's words carried an irresistible power. "If the seal is broken, I will be reborn in the world through you."
If you seal it away forever, you will bear the fate of a prisoner, forever locking civilization in a dark cage.

These words, like a soul-devouring curse, sank heavily into David's heart.

He took a deep breath, raised his palm, and felt the invisible pressure exerted by the invisible chain within his body on his divine energy. It was a strange stinging and oppressive feeling that made him almost unable to control himself.

Liliana stood to his side, her face solemn, her silver-blue eyes flashing with complex light.

She gripped her wand tightly with both hands, continuously casting detection runes, and lines of data and incantations seemed to capture abnormal fluctuations from the void.

"Commander, this power is extremely dangerous. It's not just the remnant will of an ancient god, but more like a self-destruct program implanted in your body."

Her voice was low but unusually firm: "If the ciphertext is activated, whether by choice or by force, the Chaos Core will be instantly annihilated."

This means the entire purification ritual will fail completely, and life across multiple realms will be plunged into an even greater catastrophe!

(End of this chapter)