The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 637 The Magic Network Expedition
David approached her, gently placed his right hand on her shoulder, and said in a tender and expectant voice, "Eileen, the rhythm of nature is the source of all things and one of our last hopes."

This 'Heart of Nature' is entrusted to you. When the World Tree awakens anew, I believe you will use it to awaken me, and with your life, continue the legend of a new era.

Irene bowed her head to accept the brooch, a single, glistening tear sliding down her cheek, its reflection mingling with the soft green light emanating from the emerald.
"Commander, please rest assured, I will protect this mission. No matter how strong the wind and rain, I will not let the rhythm of life break."

His companions stood in awe, their faces filled with complex emotions—worry, admiration, and an unspeakable reluctance to part ways.

But they know that this moment is not only a farewell, but also a necessary baptism before the start of a new journey, a journey that every watcher must walk alone.

The distant mountain peaks were tinged with pale gold by the rising sun, gradually merging with the distant purple-blue of the sky to create a strange sight.

A chilling wind whipped up scattered snowflakes, which danced among the ruins, like a final hymn celebrating the tenacious resilience of life.

David looked around again, took a deep breath of the pine-scented, icy air, and then slowly walked to the center of the altar.

He stretched out his hands to feel the arcane rhythms flowing around his body, resonating and merging with the natural forces of the outside world.

"May my soul remain here forever, to protect the future."

He closed his eyes and focused his mind, channeling all his thoughts into the rune observer within his body. A holographic image appeared, which was the root network diagram of the World Tree, which was severely eroded but still pulsating tenaciously.

He muttered to himself, "As long as the roots haven't been severed, there's still hope..."

The sun rose higher and higher, casting a dazzling golden light across the earth.

Although this parting is painful, it is destined to become a new starting point for us to join hands again and overcome obstacles.

The sky gradually brightened, and the clouds drifted by. A white dove flew over a high branch, its wings sweeping across the morning light as if brushing away all the gloom and bringing a message of new life.

Today, outside the new Hongqiao area, a figure dressed in a gray robe and wearing a straw hat, with a calm expression, slowly walked through the bustling streets.

He moved with light steps, yet his gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, scanning his surroundings.

This person was none other than David, who used the alias "businessman".

He concealed his signature crimson armor and commanding presence, infiltrating the ancient and culturally vibrant desert city of Kaslon as a wanderer.

Recently, the ancient magic network has gone out of control, causing frequent sandstorms that have devastated the entire city-state.

David's trip aims to investigate the root causes and attempt to quell the crisis.

He carried a simple pouch on his back, which contained various arcane detectors and portable magical artifacts.

As he entered the spacious market center, he slowed his pace, discreetly observing the anxious expressions of the vendors and the whispers of the people.

A long-bearded dwarf mage was having a heated debate with the town mayor. The dwarf had a sturdy build but his brow was furrowed. "The imbalance of the magic network is already a sign. If it is not repaired in time, it will completely destroy this fertile land!"

David frowned slightly. He took out a small runic lens, suspended it in mid-air, and projected a holographic image showing the flow of magical energy around him—abnormal fluctuations were concentrated near an abandoned ruin in the southwest corner of the city-state.

It is an ancient stone structure that has been eroded by the wind but still vaguely retains the outline of the tomb of the Witch King. It is said to contain the most precious and forbidden secrets of the past.

He put away the detector lenses and quickened his pace toward the tomb.

The yellow sand lashed against his face along the way, but it could not obscure the focused and resolute light in his eyes.

Upon arriving at the entrance to the tomb, a massive carved archway comes into view, covered with intricate runes and ancient totems.

Those symbols seem to record countless changes in the long river of history, and also faintly reveal clues related to the origin of the "anchor of the world".

David reached out and touched the cold, rough door frame. An ancient arcane aura spread through his fingertips, making his consciousness seem to travel to the other side of time and space a thousand years ago.

He closed his eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, letting his thoughts settle to the deepest level, and maintaining the utmost reverence for this forbidden relic.

Entering the depths of the mausoleum, a dark and secluded corridor winds downwards, with murals on both sides depicting the rise and fall of civilization during the era of the Witch King: giant tree roots entwine and support the cosmic structure, and the "anchor of the world" lies quietly within it like the core of the order of all things.

The intersecting trajectories of stars form barriers in spacetime; while the erosion of chaotic vortexes brings about catastrophic fractures.

These murals feature powerful and vigorous lines, each one seemingly telling a secret of a thousand years in silence, and also resonating with the soul like a sculpted dream.

The air was filled with a faint, stale scent of pine resin and a chilling atmosphere, making it hard to breathe yet irresistibly drawing one to study every detail.

Suddenly, a slight fluctuation was heard, and the warning sound of the intelligent magical instrument rang out. Lia used the Star Pattern Secret Technique to remotely transmit a message.

Her voice transformed from a faint phantom into a clear projection: "Commander, we have detected abnormal soul fluctuations in the nearby space."

This could be related to the spread of the 'Anchor of the World' cracks; please proceed with caution.

David clenched his fist. "Understood. I will increase vigilance." He turned to look at the dark distance ahead. "This journey is full of unknown challenges, but we must uncover the truth and lay a solid foundation for stability across the world."

As he ventured deeper, he discovered a dense array of runes covering the entire underground space, the shimmering blue-silver light weaving an unbreakable barrier like fine spider silk. However, the cracks gradually widened, constantly seeping in chaotic power, making the barrier's stability precarious.

Suddenly the wall trembled, and a broken, dark rift abruptly tore open the spatial barrier, leaking out a distorted, chaotic aura and a foul, corrosive energy.

A pungent black fog quickly entered the corridor, causing a sharp drop in oxygen, blurred vision, and an invisible pressure that weighed on the mind, making breathing rapid and difficult.

But David gritted his teeth and steadied himself. He slung his cane over his shoulder, pulled out the modified anti-phase shield device from his pocket, and activated it.

A layer of crystal-clear blue shield quickly spread out, like a flexible water curtain blocking out the black mist and buying the team precious time to continue exploring the core of the truth.

They encountered unspeakable fears and faced unknown dangers, but the watchers never backed down.

In this vast and boundless universe, they safeguard order with their lives, dispel chaos with their beliefs, and write a new era of legend with their wisdom!
As the sun slowly sets in the west, the last rays of its rays illuminate the tops of the desolate sand dunes.

Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the New Rainbow Bridge Floating Fortress is visible in the distance, its crystal-clear surface sparkling like countless stars in the sky.

This city is not only a technological marvel, but also a warm harbor for all life, and the source of the unwavering faith of all guardians!
Before nightfall, at the temporary camp on the border of Kaslon, Lia sent another message through the Star Pattern Secret Technique: "Commander, we have discovered more coordinates of unusual divine soul activities, which are highly related to the multidimensional rift phenomenon."

I will continue to monitor the situation and provide real-time updates, so please remain vigilant.

Lena stood before the control panel, her slender fingers deftly gliding across the floating holographic screen. The intricate data and runes flickered and danced, like the most mysterious galactic veins in the universe. Her brow was furrowed, her gaze deep and focused; each data analysis tugged at her heartstrings.

"The signal spectrum matches perfectly with the energy ripples left behind when Arya self-destructed."

Her voice was low, yet carried an undeniable shock: "This is not just a signal of interdimensional drift, but more likely a distress signal from survivors."

A murmur quickly rose in the parliament hall, and people looked astonished and shocked.

Arya, the heroine who sacrificed her life to ignite the flame of hope in the final battle, left behind a message that transcends the barriers of time and space, echoing in the depths of this boundless universe.

David stood in the center of the podium, slowly closing his eyes, feeling the faint call coming from a distant dimension.

Sunlight streamed through the high window, elongating his shadow and creating a striking contrast with the fragments of the chaotic core.

He opened his eyes, those eyes as deep and bright as stars, and said, "Even if I have to cross the barrier of creation, I will find my old friends."

His voice was soft yet deeply moving, like the brightest ray of light in the darkest night of the universe.

"This is not just about a life, but also about the watchers' unwavering commitment to the lost covenant."

Lena adjusted the coordinate positioning system on the holographic control panel, and a messy and blurry coordinate system gradually became clear.

"The signal source points to the 'extra-universe'—a place beyond the known dimensional system, filled with unknown energy and a chaotic interplay of order."

She explained, "That is the most dangerous and unexplored area at the edge of the multiverse, and our current technology cannot fully control its patterns."

Hill gripped his blood-stained longsword, his gaze fixed resolutely ahead. "No matter how powerful the enemy, no matter how treacherous the road ahead, we must keep going."

This is the highest tribute to the deceased and the most steadfast protection of the future!

Cynthia's sharp, icy gaze swept over the crowd. Clad in silver-blue armor, she exuded a composed and unapproachable aura under the bright lights.

"The Ecological Balance Division will join forces with the Beastmaster Soul Warlock to fully support the search operation, while strengthening the monitoring of the expansion trend of the spatial rift."

She stated firmly, "No potential threat will be ignored, and we will never allow the dead to ravage the land again!"

The atmosphere inside the meeting room was solemn and dignified, with complex emotions written on everyone's face—awe, anxiety, and inspiration.

They knew that this mission would be a great test that pushed their limits and crossed the boundaries of the void.

David gazed at the deep starry sky, and the holographic projection gradually unfolded a vast star map.

He lightly touched the coordinate point with his finger, and dotted lines, like silver snakes, meandered, precisely locking the location of the "extra-universe".

He sighed slowly: "That place is filled with heterogeneous energy. It is the only known extradimensional existence outside the barrier of creation that can affect the main plane."

I must personally lead the team, using mortal willpower to overcome unknown obstacles and find the source of the information Arya brought.

His eyes were firm and fervent, like burning stars;

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, a warmth of humanity and a spark of hope that could not be extinguished even after the baptism of life and death.

Meanwhile, on the side of the hall, a group of elven mages chanted ancient prayers. They swept the air with their crystalline wands, and countless silver runes fell like raindrops, covering the ground.

These chants coalesce into an invisible barrier, providing spiritual and magical protection for the upcoming transmigration mission, allowing the members of the 'Dark Iron Guard' to withstand the impact of the otherworld to the greatest extent possible.

The dwarven craftsmen busily adjusted the teleportation array equipment. Sweat soaked their heavy armor, but their faces showed no fear or determination, because this was not just a battle, but also a matter of survival and future hope for all civilizations.

Hill walked over to David, and the two smiled at each other, but more than that, they shared a tacit understanding and a silent promise.

"Commander-in-chief, no matter how far the journey, I will always be by your side and live up to your expectations!" His resounding vow seemed to strike the heart like a drumbeat, instilling boundless courage in all who heard it.

Cynthia adjusted her equipment, raised the Beast Fang Scepter high in front of her chest, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes: "I will lead the Beast King's army to open up a safe zone and buy you more time."

Lena meticulously adjusted the arcane engine parameters to optimize the teleportation array's operation, while simultaneously activating the newly developed anti-phase shield system to counter threats in extreme spatial distortion environments.

The clouds outside the New Rainbow Bridge Floating City gradually transformed into magnificent rosy clouds, changing from a simple gray to a splendid crimson, and then to a deep blue, as if the heavens and earth were resonating in a grand and magnificent way.

Everything points to an epic journey about to begin!

The night breeze rustled through the vines atop the city wall, making them sway gracefully and gleam with a soft silver light under the bright moonlight.

Standing atop the highest observation tower, David gazed once more at the vast sea of ​​stars and murmured, "The crimson echo is both destiny and redemption."

No matter how shrouded in darkness, we, mortal beings, will surely protect the final dawn!

At this moment, all members are ready to go. Some are checking their equipment, some are praying silently, and some are encouraging each other.

The weariness on everyone's face cannot conceal the blazing fire burning in their hearts. It is an inextinguishable will to stand guard, a symbol of the human spirit that has stood firm through thousands of years of history!

On the parliamentary platform, David, dressed in a simple yet dignified grey-blue robe, gazed firmly at the data terminal that was gradually lighting up in front of him.

That is a new type of magic network hub, modified from the core node of the network of faith in the gods. Now, it is no longer just a symbol of the intertwining of faith and power.

Instead, it transforms the originally fragmented, disordered, and superstitious information network into a new type of knowledge platform that is accessible to all, open, and transparent.

It brings together ancient and modern culture, science and technology, and arcane laws, transmitting teaching content to every corner in the form of talismans. Whether it is an orc tribe in a remote valley or a mechanical workshop in a bustling city, everyone can benefit from it.

David looked up at the large group of representatives gathered in the hall.

They were dressed in the distinctive costumes of their respective races, including silver-scaled elves, strong and robust orcs, and gentle human elders clad in armor.

An indescribable sense of resonance blossomed in the hearts of these people who had endured the baptism of blood and fire.

"Gentlemen," David said in a warm but firm voice, as he slowly opened his lips, "we are standing on the threshold of the mortal era."

(End of this chapter)