The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 634 Purification Codex

She gently extended her finger and traced a fine rune across the void star core. A ripple as thin as a silver thread quickly spread out, suppressing the dark energy.

At the same time, a linear data stream appears on the hologram, rapidly jumping around, constantly calculating its energy fluctuations and spatial stability.

“We are trying to extract anti-phase stealth shield technology from this void star core,” Lena continued. “This shield can effectively resist phase penetration attacks often used by void aliens during invasions, which is of great significance to our multi-dimensional space defense system.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, but the atmosphere remained heavy.

At this moment, a young attendant mage hurriedly entered the hall. He was pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his voice trembled: "Commander, representatives, we have just received an alarm about an anomaly in the Northern Domain teleportation gate!"

The gateway has been contaminated with Zerg spores... suspected remnants of a Void Hive have not been completely eliminated!

Before he finished speaking, a tense murmur filled the room.

Hill frowned and immediately stood up. He gripped the hilt of his blood-stained longsword, its icy blue light slicing through the air like a sharp blade.

He said in a deep voice, "This is no accident; it is a stern warning to us."

His sharp gaze swept across the area marked in red on the map before him—the edge of the Endless Ice Plains. A twisted shadow was slowly spreading outwards, like a malignant tumor eroding the vitality of the land.

“If not dealt with promptly, this corrosive force will rapidly worsen, not only destroying the ecosystem but also potentially triggering multi-dimensional rifts.” Hill’s voice was deep yet resolute. “I will lead the elite Wizard Knights in an immediate purge!”

Cynthia stood calmly but resolutely beside him, her silver-blue battle robe gleaming with a chilling light in the torchlight.

"I will also lead the Beast King's forces to cooperate with the sealing barrier and use bloodline sealing technology to help purify the area and control the situation from deterioration."

Liliana then picked up her wand, raised its tip slightly, and aimed it at the location of the source of infection on the hologram. She whispered an ancient purification incantation.

"The arcane and natural forces within the infected zone are extremely disordered. I will attempt to cast 'Purifying Flame Protocol'—a powerful purifying and burning spell—to completely destroy the spores with flames and block their spread."

Lena looked at everyone, her eyes filled with both worry and confidence. "The 'Clean Flame Protocol' is powerful, but it must be applied precisely, otherwise it may trigger a chain of explosions or damage the surrounding ecosystem. We must work together to take the most stringent protective measures!"

The conference hall was immediately filled with an unprecedentedly high-pressure atmosphere. Everyone sensed that this threat was no ordinary epidemic, but a shadow lurking in the deepest and most dangerous corner of the world's rift, like dark roots entwined around it. It was the last glimmer of light of the dark forces left over from the Age of Gods!
As the discussion intensified, a sudden snowstorm broke out outside the hall.

A gust of wind shattered the thin frost on the window, carrying in swirling snow and dust, like fragments of shattered memories flying everywhere.

They knew that they were not only responsible for survival, but also for a massive struggle concerning the fate and survival of all worlds!
Hill turned to the assembled wizard knights, whose faces were as resolute as iron sculptures, unmoved even by the howling blizzard.

He brandished his sword and shouted: "This is not just a war, but a belief!"
We swear to protect the homes and freedom of mortals, and no matter how dark the shadows, they will be swept away by fire!

The soldiers responded in unison, their resounding vows echoing through the valley like a thunderous bell, burning away the deepest fears in everyone's hearts, leaving only a burning, unwavering will that blazed fiercely!
Meanwhile, in the power tower control room, Lena and the engineers worked overtime to adjust the equipment, combining the results of the David equation with the latest technology for extracting anti-phase stealth shields, and driving the giant crystal array to operate stably through a complex rune matrix.

This was a massive undertaking; each flashing symbol represented a precise calculation and a successful breakthrough.

The goblin engineer, wearing an oil-stained hood, wiped the sweat from his brow and exclaimed excitedly, "Look! These data are more stable than any previous experiment!"

He pointed excitedly at the oscillation curve on the monitor screen and shouted...
"As long as we maintain this parameter, we can ensure that there is an effective defensive barrier around the portal, greatly reducing the risk of spore penetration!"

The chanting of druids echoed from the distant woods. They sat serenely beside the altar, using the pure power of nature to construct a protective barrier that imbued the entire environment with vibrant life and effectively resisted the spread of dark corruption.

This new collaborative model, which blends technological rationality with the rhythms of natural life, injects a new glimmer of hope into the mortal era.

Under the cover of night, the land contaminated by the Zerg spores seemed to bear the marks of countless sufferings, and also faintly revealed a terrifying power yet to be awakened.

However, none of the guardians showed any fear. Their eyes were firm and fervent, for this was their true battlefield as mortals, an inextinguishable beacon for bravely shouting for a free future!
Several days later, as the flames illuminated the sky, the infected area scorched by the "Clean Flame Protocol" gradually subsided.

Beneath a layer of scorched earth, new shoots begin to wriggle and emerge;
Amidst the rising smoke, victory is achieved, and a new chapter begins.

Parliament finally breathed a sigh of relief, but even greater challenges still quietly awaited them...

Lena wiped the sweat from her brow, looked out the window at the gradually brightening sky, and said softly, "Today we have repelled the darkness, but we must not forget that it will forever lurk in the shadows."

This is just the beginning. To safeguard this new era, we must be prepared to draw our swords again at every dawn.

Cynthia walked to her side, and their eyes met with unspoken understanding and determination.

"As long as our faith remains, no darkness can devour our future," she murmured in response. "Even if we are covered in wounds, we will never back down."

Outside the window, winter snow covered the earth, and a layer of silvery tranquility enveloped the entire royal city, but inside, an even more intense, complex, and tense emotion burned.

David stood in the center of the hall, clad in faded yet dignified crimson-gold armor, his gaze as deep as the stars as he surveyed the numerous representatives of various races.

He slowly began, “We have overcome many difficulties, but the future is still full of challenges.”

Therefore, we must establish a completely new set of ethical regulations for magical technology to regulate the rapidly developing fusion of arcane and mechanical technologies.

Lena stood beside David, her face calm but her brows furrowed in thought.

"This Code of Ethics for Magical Technology will cover many aspects: prohibiting the abuse of the Soul Furnace for cruel experiments, and clearly limiting the production of divine creations to prevent the recurrence of past acts that desecrated life and the natural order."

Her words were clear and firm, striking the hearts of everyone like the morning bell and evening drum.

Cynthia, clad in silver-blue armor, crossed her arms in front of her chest, her sharp, hawk-like eyes revealing an undeniable majesty: "This is to protect the land we share, all living things, and to ensure that free will is not trampled by selfish ambitions."

Any transgression will be subject to judgment.

The council members exchanged glances; some nodded in agreement, while others frowned slightly, but no one dared to voice any objections.

On this land that has experienced countless changes and pains, every voice carries weight, and every decision is related to the survival of future generations.

However, just as the new code was about to be promulgated, hurried footsteps approached, and a messenger rushed in. He reported breathlessly, "Commander, gentlemen! The remnants of the Eternal Night Council have instigated a rebellion under the name of 'Free Arcane Arts.' Their forces are gathering on the outskirts of the capital and have already captured some defensive outposts!"

A commotion erupted in the hall, and people's expressions changed drastically.

In this new era that is just beginning to establish order, the term "free arcane arts" is like a venomous snake emerging from a dark abyss, making everyone's blood boil.

Hill immediately stepped forward, his weathered face appearing even more resolute and stern.

"They attempt to arbitrarily burn the power of chaos like a blazing fire, unaware that it is this unbridled behavior that is leading us to the brink of destruction."

He gripped the hilt of his blood-stained longsword tightly; its icy blue light now appeared exceptionally sharp.

"I will lead the Witch Cavalry to the front lines to suppress the rebellion!"

Without hesitation, Cynthia straightened her body and declared, "The Beast Legion is ready to go. We swear to protect our homeland and its peace."

Her gaze was resolute as she raised the beast-tooth scepter high in her hand, her battle robe billowing in the wind, as stirring as if welcoming a war horn.

The delegates were filled with awe, knowing that this was not just a contest of force, but a great baptism of faith, ideals, and destiny.

The remnants of the party pursue a distorted and dangerous kind of "freedom." They refuse checks and balances, indulge themselves, and burn the rules of heaven and earth for their own selfish desires.

Cynthia personally led the beast-like army in a charge, tumbling in from outside the city gates and sweeping through the rebel camp like a whirlwind.

The roars of beasts shook the heavens, and the sounds of blades clashing against armor rose and fell, each charge taking away a patch of darkness and gloom.

Her eyes were cold and sharp, yet they were mixed with reluctance and indignation at the downfall of her former comrades.

After a fierce battle, they seized a thick, ancient scroll that exuded a dark aura—the "Dark Covenant Book" left behind by the Pope.

The pages of the book were yellowed, and blood-red runes were engraved on them, weighing heavily on people's hearts like a demonic pact.

David took the scroll himself and examined it carefully, holding it to his chest with both hands.

This is not just a historical relic, but more like a warning bell ringing in the depths of a sleeping soul for the future.

He said in a deep voice, "This is the source of all the 'forbidden' powers that were once sealed and prohibited, an immortal threat that we must eradicate completely and always be vigilant against."

Lena nodded and added, "The Codex of Magical Technology Ethics is precisely a response to all this depravity and sin. We must use this institutional chain to bind all the arrogant and reckless, and lead civilization toward reason and light."

In the center of this ordinary town, a traveling scholar dressed in a simple gray-blue robe and carrying a simple bag slowly walked through the streets and alleys.

His gaze was deep and serene, like a deep pool reflecting the starlight of the night.

This man was David—but at this moment, he had transformed into "Victor," a nameless man who wandered the fringes of the world in search of the truth.

Victor stopped in a dilapidated square and stared at a giant magic net that had been laid out around the town.

This net-like structure, woven from runic light threads, was supposed to protect the town from external monsters, but in recent days it has been experiencing abnormal fluctuations, causing the network to break and energy to become disordered, and even triggering several small-scale spatial rifts.

He frowned slightly and took out a small, old-fashioned compass-shaped device from his pocket. It was a space stabilization instrument that had been improved and incorporated the principles of the Davy Equation.

The instrument projected a faint blue-silver halo, drawing a complex array of runes in the air, its center aligned with the point of flickering, abnormal energy fluctuations.

“The source is around here…” he muttered to himself, while scanning his surroundings, not missing any subtle anomalies.

Just as he was about to head in the direction of the marker, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the night.

A ragged, thin-faced but bright-eyed wandering wizard stumbled along.

His wrist was tightly wrapped with an ancient runic cloth band, a small talisman that emitted a ghostly red glow and had complex and strange patterns—the Blood Prison Secret Talisman.

The wandering wizard, panting, stopped in front of Victor: "Please...please help me...I'm being hunted down, they say I brought disaster..."

Victor quickly stepped forward, steadied him, and asked with his eyes, "Who is hunting you? Why are you causing this disaster?"

The wanderer trembled for a moment, then whispered, "The remnants of the Eternal Night Council, they don't want the truth to come out—about Arya… her remnant soul is dissipating…"

Before the words had even finished, the distant sound of a midnight bell echoed from a distant tower, its notes mingling with the rustling of leaves in the wind to create an eerie melody.

Viktor focused intently on the subtle change. He noticed that the roots of the World Tree deep in the forest behind him were faintly showing signs of scorching and corrosion, as if some unseen yet corrosive force was attacking the life force of the roots.

“The World Tree… is showing signs of anomalies.” He exhaled a cold breath. “This means that the power left behind by the ancient gods or the dormant chaos has begun to covet the order of the mortal realm again.”

The wizard's eyes reddened. "Arya was once the guardian spirit of life, but after she was imprisoned, her soul was shattered. Now, her remnants have scattered and will bring more calamities."

The wind blows through the tree branches, carrying withered leaves that fall and, under the moonlight, burn like eerie flames.

A light mist rolled in outside Carlos City, obscuring the once clearly visible textures of the earth and blurring the uncertain boundaries of what might be the future encroachment of darkness.

“We must first stabilize this place,” David said, leaning on his cane, his gaze resolute. “We must repair the core of the magic network and trace the source of Arya’s scattered soul.”

The wandering wizard nodded in resignation, "I am willing to accompany you and use the Blood Prison Rune to help you resist the darkness's corruption."

The two figures blended into the painting of moonlight and shadows of the forest. They strode firmly into the depths of the dark forest, each step crushing fallen leaves and dew, imprinting their mortal will onto the earth that had been baptized by the trials of fate!

(End of this chapter)