The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 640 Law Avalanche
Sylvia frowned, quickly composed herself, and used her inner conviction to fight against the spreading darkness.

"We cannot let it destroy this permafrost tundra, nor can we let it spread inland!"

She waved the sleeves of her long robe, creating a pure silver-white protective barrier, and together with her teammates, she built a solid shield.

This protective barrier is like a crystal wall in the cold winter, shining with a clear and indestructible brilliance against the backdrop of falling snowflakes.

Suddenly, a piercing shriek erupted from the center of the crack, and countless sharp ice crystals flew out from the tear in the void, piercing through the air like dancing blades and striking their battle lines.

Many inspectors were forced to hide and evade, but two others, due to their slow reaction, had their armor pierced and fell to the ground groaning.

The battlefield instantly descended into chaos, but the soldiers held firm in their formation, showing no sign of retreat.

"Assemble!" Sylvia roared, faint blue lines appearing on her forehead, a sign that the ancient power sealed within her was awakening.

"Release the 'Eternal Frost Judgment'!"

Before she finished speaking, she raised her staff high, and the arcane runes piercing the sky suddenly lit up with countless shards of ice light, like fragments of shattered stars scattering and pouring down from the sky.

This arcane torrent swept across the entire battlefield, freezing not only parts of the space but also causing many evil spirits lurking in the shadows to flee in terror.

However, at the same time, this power also greatly depletes the caster's life force, causing Sylvia's face to turn pale instantly, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted on standing up.

Seeing that the situation had eased slightly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they all knew that this was only a temporary respite.

During their deeper investigation, they discovered that this spatial rift was not spontaneously generated, but rather caused by the activation of ancient, deep-seated magical runes. It contained unpredictable variables, and even more worryingly…

That abyssal aura seemed not to have fully awakened, waiting only for the right moment to erupt into an even more deadly disaster!
The cold wind, mixed with ice and snow, howled through the thick clouds, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

At the edge of the sky, three towering lighthouses, shining with sacred light, stand in the wilderness, forming a "winter barrier," an important line of defense protecting the border ecosystem and residents from the chaos of the outside world.

However, this once indestructible and pristine barrier is facing an unprecedented crisis.

Sophia—the enigmatic follower of the Shadow God whose silver eyes gleam coldly beneath her veil—has reappeared in the border region.

She emerged from the shadows with light yet irresistible gait, her deep purple robe clinging to her body, each movement like a surging current in the dark night.

She slightly opened her hands, her fingertips swirling with shadowy energy ripples that intertwined with azure and dark purple.

At this moment, a strong and uncontrollable strange flame ignited in her silver eyes beneath her veil; it was the dark divine power brought about by the "Fallen Star" within her body going berserk.

“This power… is becoming increasingly difficult to control,” Sophia whispered, her voice like shattering ice shards, yet also like a chilling roar from the abyss.

She felt the dark energy within her body, which had been sealed away for a long time and had been accumulating for a long time, surging wildly. It was silently devouring the power of faith and transforming it into its own power.

However, this siphon effect far exceeded her initial expectations, and it was not just the residual faith energy emanating from any living beings around her.

Even the spiritual power stored in those three important beacons of faith, which stand in the core area of ​​the border and were built by various temples to protect the world for thousands of generations, is gradually being drained away.

Sofia slowly closed her eyes, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. She felt a chill spreading from her limbs, but her consciousness was drawn more and more intensely and wildly by the enormous siphoning force.

She murmured, "If this continues... the 'Winter Barrier' will fail, and the border will be completely opened to the Gate of Chaos."

Meanwhile, in the main hall of the new Hongqiao City, envoys from all sides were anxiously awaiting news.

Their faces were filled with worry and tension, and many clenched their fists or exchanged uneasy glances.

Cynthia frowned, glanced around at everyone, and then turned to David. "Commander, according to the latest intelligence, the energy of the three Beacon of Faith has been greatly reduced. We must send support troops as soon as possible, or the consequences will be unimaginable."

David's brows were as steady as iron. He got up and walked to the window, casting his gaze toward the distant, desolate tundra.

Outside the window, the wind and snow created a hazy mist, making the distant lighthouse appear and disappear indistinctly.

He said in a deep voice, "'The Codex of Chaos' is the foundation of the rules, but in the face of this dark divinity, we need to be more resilient and respond more quickly..."

Sophia's existence is an extremely dangerous threat that cannot be easily compromised.

In the parliament hall, a murmur echoed in the air, with some whispering, "Does this mean a new disaster is about to strike?"

What catastrophe would we face if the 'Winter Barrier' collapsed?

At that moment, the sky suddenly changed, and a thick, gloomy, violet-colored bolt of lightning tore through the heavens, writhing and churning like a giant serpent coiled in the sky.

Under the flash of lightning, the crowd trembled, bowing their heads in prayer or gripping their weapons in preparation for the unknown impact.

Near the malfunctioning lighthouse, a commander rushed forward anxiously, reporting, "Report! The spiritual energy fluctuations in the lighthouse's core are abnormally weakening, and we have detected a large amount of shadow energy rapidly converging."

On the other side, the guards collapsed to the ground with a wail, struggling in agony as they were suddenly assaulted by the miasma of evil spirits.

The air was thick with a corrosive odor, and a strange energy distorted vision, as if struggling in a cold nightmare from which there was no escape.

Returning to Sophia's side, she formed hand seals, and streams of ghostly shadows gushed forth from her fingertips, cascading like waterfalls towards the three lighthouses.

These dark tentacles devoured the light surrounding the lighthouse, and an invisible pressure forced the surrounding space to begin to distort and crack.

At that time, the silver-white boundary line of the "Winter Barrier" had already shown cracks, like a dilapidated building about to collapse.

Some of the guardians, pale-faced, used their last ounce of strength to unleash holy light to resist the erosion.

Yet, faced with this vast torrent of shadows, they appeared so fragile and helpless.

Hill stood atop the outpost, watching the scene before him gradually crumble, a sense of heaviness and anxiety rising within him like never before.

"If we cannot stabilize the barrier, this is not only a border crisis, but also a question of the survival of the entire divine kingdom."

He gripped the blood-stained hilt of the sword, the blade reflecting a faint blue light, like the last layer of hard ice before dawn.

He turned and relayed orders into the city: "All troops, mobilize immediately, and provide full support to the 'Winter Barrier' defense line!"

Meanwhile, outside the distant New Rainbow Bridge Parliament Hall, a bright moon slowly rose, casting its cold, lonely light upon the earth.

David closed his eyes in deep thought. He knew that this new wave, triggered by the "Fallen Star" and stirred up by Sophia, was a severe test of the mortal era's resilience and wisdom. He said softly, "Only by uniting all races and building a truly immortal order with unwavering determination can we usher in the dawn."

David stood before the towering, silver-white window in the parliament hall, gazing at the vast and desolate northwestern frontier in the distance.

That place was originally the most secure part of the border of God's Kingdom, and an important link connecting multiple races for common prosperity.

However, at this moment, that land is shrouded in an indescribable ominous atmosphere.

“The ley lines are shaking…it’s not natural.” David murmured softly, his hands gripping the phase dagger engraved with ancient runes and shimmering with a ghostly blue ripple.

The lingering echo from the dagger seemed to foreshadow an ominous sign from the depths of the void.

Suddenly, a violent tremor came from beneath our feet, and the candles in the hall went out one by one, leaving only a dazzling flash of light outside the window that seemed to rip the sky apart like lightning.

The delegates gasped in surprise, some quickly grabbed the tables and chairs, while others looked around, their faces pale.

"This is... an avalanche of laws!" a senior priest cried out in a trembling voice, his hands shaking as he dared not look directly at the gradually distorting and deforming landscape.

The avalanche of laws, a taboo term long known only in legends of all realms, has now truly descended upon the world of the mortal era.

This means that the fundamental order is facing an unprecedented shock, and the balance of power across multiple worlds is in grave danger.

David's gaze was firm, yet he also felt the divine power within him being ruthlessly drained. He closed his eyes, immersing his consciousness in the flow of chaos, and forcibly froze the spread of this disaster with his will and faith.

A crimson-gold radiance erupted from his body, like the dawn illuminating the darkness. He uttered a low cry: "Chaotic rhythm, in my name, temporarily cease!"

He stood tall and straight, his crimson-gold armor gleaming with unparalleled brilliance, like a holy sword descending from the heavens piercing through the gloom.

A ripple spread from his palm, like gentle waves, temporarily stabilizing the distorted order around him.

However, this came at a great cost—his divine mark gradually dimmed, a final glimmer of light he clung to after his divine will intertwined with that of mortals.

Meanwhile, in the northwestern frontier, on the land protected by what is known as the "Winter Barrier," an even more dramatic and terrifying change is taking place.

Cracks began to appear in space, and countless fragments of void peeled off and fell like broken ice tiles, colliding violently, shattering and spreading in the storm.

These cracks are not ordinary faults, but unstable regions caused by the misalignment and intertwining of multiple laws, an ominous phenomenon known as "detachment from the main plane".

The border guards looked up at the sky in horror, only to see a dark vortex tearing through the spatial barrier like a shattered soul, swallowing up parts of the land and engulfing it.

In an instant, countless plants withered and died, the earth cracked open its blood-red maw, roaring and howling like a living creature, and the sky suddenly fell into deathly silence, with only the remaining scattered magic power leaping and lingering in the air.

Hill stood atop the front-line watchtower, gripping his blood-stained sword, watching helplessly as his beloved homeland crumbled, a massive weight pressing down on his heart.

He gritted his teeth. "Coach, we must devise a counter-attack plan, otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, he couldn't help but suppress the churning pain in his chest, but his eyes remained as resolute as ever, never wavering in the slightest.

Meanwhile, in the council hall of the New Hongqiao City Center, representatives from all sides gathered together, their faces serious, constantly exchanging intelligence data and observation reports.

Lena, clad in silver-blue armor, lightly tapped her fingertip to reveal a holographic image. "This is the latest scan of spatial disturbances in the Northwest region. We have discovered that the area detached from the main plane continues to expand, accompanied by the invasion of abyssal aura."

Cynthia frowned slightly. "The Department of Ecological Balance has dispatched orc and elven troops to reinforce the defenses, and is also trying to repair the damaged vegetation using natural magic, but progress is slow."

Lia's lips were pressed tightly together as she slowly spoke, "Faith and nature coexist, but in the face of this disaster, prayer and blessings alone are far from enough. We need more efficient and integrated action plans."

The air was heavy, and everyone felt that this crisis was not only a conflict of power, but also involved the survival of all humanity and civilizations.

This is a comprehensive test, a crucial moment where wisdom, courage, and unity will jointly shape the future, and a new starting point where all belief systems must abandon prejudice and work together.

David stood up again, his steps steady, but his whole body showed signs of fatigue from the great exertion.

He cast his gaze out the window at the land still ravaged by the storm, his eyes piercing through layers of mist to reach the distant starry sky.

"The mortal era is a new chapter in which we jointly safeguard the dignity of all living beings and the hope for the future."

I am willing to give my life to infuse this era with eternal power.

The atmosphere inside the parliament hall was particularly somber.

Ancient runes are carved on the towering marble pillars, and the dim candlelight illuminates every serious and tense face.

David sat on the platform, a phase dagger lightly gripping his hand. His gaze was deep, as if piercing through the complex ocean of information, searching for the truth hidden behind appearances.

At the same time, a delegation of wizards dressed in silver-blue robes and exuding a cold aura slowly entered the hall.

They were in a hurry and looked anxious. The leader of them was an elderly wizard named Etherine.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, and her eyes shone with a mixture of anger and worry.

Her steps were firm, each one echoing with a crisp sound like ice crystals shattering.

“Commander-in-Chief David,” Etherine stood in the center of the council, her voice clear and strong:
"The Wizarding Alliance strongly protests the unreasonable restrictions imposed by the Chaos Code on magical tides."

Our Inheritance Tower's energy is dwindling, threatening not only our survival but also the balance of the entire divine kingdom's magical system.

Her words pierced through people like a cold, sharp sword, causing a stir among the attendees. Many delegates exchanged surprised and worried glances.

"The so-called magical tides are arcane waves that flow through the starlight of the night sky,"

Etherine continued, "In order to regulate the order of multiple realms, the Codex of Chaos had to set limits, but now it seems that these limits are too harsh, causing the foundation of our culture to crumble."

David slowly rose to his feet, his gaze sharp and his voice steady and authoritative: "I understand the Wizarding Alliance's unease and demands. The Codex of Chaos aims to balance all power systems and prevent chaos from reigniting."

However, I am also concerned that if the magical tides cannot be effectively controlled, it will lead to a wider energy imbalance.

He walked to the center of the hall, where a holographic projection slowly rose, displaying a network of runes and flowing arcane images.

(End of this chapter)