The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 606 The Truth About the Ancient God Anchor

His face was filled with determination and anger, a declaration of his deep love for his homeland and an inextinguishable will to resist the shackles of fate.

"Break him off! We can't let him rebuild order! At all costs!" Hill roared, his silver sword flashing with a dazzling, cold light, like a scorching blade in winter, slashing fiercely at every tentacle that was wantonly devouring the rhythm of life, cutting it into dense fragments that sprayed ice crystal powder into the air.

At the same time, David stood on the edge of the hourglass, his whole body burning with holy flames. The blue-white divine radiance was like the dawn piercing through the dark cracks, illuminating the surrounding gloom and corruption as if it were the first light of dawn.

His eyes were focused on the murky, ever-spreading black mist covering the surface of the hourglass.

It was formed by the entanglement of time, and at the same time, it was a sinister and corrosive essence condensed from the papal conspiracy and curse.

He slowly raised his hands, harmonizing the power of life, shadow, and light within his body to its extreme. A pure and powerful divine purifying energy burst forth from his palms, sweeping across the entire space like a giant wave, violently colliding with the corrupt black mist that ravaged the surface.

In an instant, countless tiny runes drifted through the air, like a meteor shower falling to the ground, or like a crucial node in the universe's rhythm reshaping order being awakened and sublimated!
The purifying power swiftly penetrated every rune mark in the "Hourglass of Time," dispelling the heavy shadows and shattering them into fragments.

Although the process was fraught with danger, as an excessive backlash could trigger a regional explosion, David gritted his teeth and persevered. He knew that only in this way could he prevent the seal from collapsing completely and bringing even greater disaster to the world!
During the lulls in the intense conflict, he felt the chaotic core within his body vibrate more and more due to the resonance, but it was also becoming more cohesive. This magnificent new hope was slowly strengthening its foundation, storing up energy for the upcoming final battle.

Lia continued to guard the outer perimeter of the purification zone, her palms igniting with pale golden life runes to create an unbreakable protective shield for her allies, defending against the sudden and brutal attacks of the lurking monsters.

Not far away, Cynthia brandished her silver sword, weaving sealing traps with chains of frost and ice, controlling the rhythm of the situation, and strengthening the density of the overall defense network, making it impossible for the enemy to easily break through the defenses and interfere with the core operation.

Lucia sat cross-legged in mid-air, her lips softly chanting incantations. She used arcane arrays to connect with external sources of stability, injecting balancing factors into the flow of time, while simultaneously preparing to dispel any unstable factors lurking that might tear apart the structure of reality.

Her brows furrowed with tension and focus, and every movement she made was precise, steady, and intelligent, making her an indispensable brain command center for the team.

This struggle is not just a bloody battle, but also a contest of human beliefs that transcends the limits of conventional laws.

In such a harsh environment, the sweat, exhaustion, and even the scars on the faces of each participant are a testament to their indomitable spirit and their determination to protect their homeland to the death!
Under the flames, David's whole body was covered in holy flames that leaped and danced, like a blazing star in the sky.

Hill's eyes burned with crimson flames as he slashed with each blade.
Cynthia's cold aura lingered around her, like a lone wolf guarding her home on a winter night;
The golden light shone on Lia's gentle yet firm gaze, a warmth that was also a steel barrier.

Lucia summoned an arcane vortex, as if the wisdom of the universe had converged into a surging tide...

As the divine purification ripples gradually spread, the decaying clouds on the surface of the "Hourglass of Time" began to dissolve and crumble, while the Pope's avatar's face gradually became ferocious and distorted as it used its last remaining strength to try to grasp the out-of-control power.

But ultimately, they could not escape the overwhelming trend of everyone working together to shake the very foundations of the universe...

"For freedom, for the future!" David roared, unleashing his last primordial holy flames. A dazzling blue-white pillar shot into the sky, completely eradicating evil!

David still stands in the center of Broken Square, his chest heaving with an aura of unwavering determination.

He felt the faint connection between the chaotic core within his body and the "anchor of the world" growing stronger.

Just as he was about to continue his exploration, the tattered page of the Book of the End on his wrist suddenly vibrated, and a faint light suddenly emanated from the depths of the page.

The radiance seemed to be formed from time itself, slowly enveloping the entire space.

The projected totem on the stardial trembled, and countless tiny runes arranged themselves in the air, like ancient incantations reappearing, or like the rhythmic melody born at the beginning of the universe being reawakened.

As the light intensified, a huge three-dimensional image quietly emerged in the center of the void.

Amidst the fluctuating images, there are fragments of blurry yet soul-stirring memories of creation.

In the ancient times, countless ancient gods surged in the boundless dark abyss, entangled in battle, and cycled through birth and death.

The most enigmatic of them all is the ancient god known as "Yog-Sothoth," whose form is as vast as the stars in the universe, yet filled with endless chaos and unknown fears.

The projection revealed a colossal, semi-transparent, and ever-changing deity, bound by unstable energy symbolizing the intertwining of wisdom and madness, its body shimmering with a dark and profound light.

Yog Sothos seemed to have had his inert divine essence stripped away by some powerful force.

This remnant has transformed into an "anchor of the world," becoming a crucial hub for maintaining the stability of the multiverse structure.

The seal that once imprisoned its true form then constructed numerous forbidden laws around this anchor point, sealing it invisibly.

David stared intently at the projection; those fragments of memory were like stars falling into the depths of his heart, yet they clearly reflected the operating mechanism of the entire universe.

He gently closed his eyes, feeling the clarity and enlightenment brought about by the fusion of blood and arcane magic: "So the 'Anchor of the World' was not a gift from the Creator, but the final prison..."

The remnants of past fears and struggles for order.

At the same time, the figure in black robes descended into the void once more.

He walked with a calm demeanor, but could not hide the cold and cunning glint in his eyes.

This time, it was the Pope in his true form, manifesting in a body visible to the naked eye yet extraordinary. His eyes were as cold as the polar night of winter, silently scrutinizing the suffering of all beings, like a destined judge descending to earth.

His voice was steady and authoritative: "You have seen the truth, but this is only the tip of the iceberg."

The Pope slightly raised his hand, and an intense aura instantly enveloped the surroundings, distorting space into an unparalleled, isolated island.

“Yog Sothoth is the source of primordial chaos. I wish to merge the three hearts of ‘life, shadow, and light’ to replace the old shackles with a new order.”

The Pope's gaze swept over the crowd, each look carrying a piercing pain: "Your so-called protection is nothing but an illusion forged by your immense fear of change."

I will usher in a new era with the fusion of three hearts, rather than indulging in the long-decayed and corrupt laws of the old era.

His voice rose higher and higher, like a raging wave crashing against a rocky shore: "I am not a subverter, I am a creator! And you... are nothing but lambs blocking the way!"

Upon hearing this, everyone frowned, but more than anything, they were filled with shock and rebellion.

In their eyes, this black-robed pope was not a savior, but a great enemy who longed to place all living beings under his iron-fisted rule and crush free will into ashes!
Lia clenched her fist, golden life runes shimmering around her. "Free will never yield! We refuse to be your pawns!" Cynthia swung her longsword, unleashing a frosty glint, and coldly replied, "Your ambitions will be shattered. This is our last line of defense for our faith and our future!"

Lucia stretched out her silver hair and stared at the strange arcane ripples reflected in the hourglass. "Time will not always favor those who try to manipulate it. We have the power to tear apart your delusions!"

Hill solemnly swore: "The Holy Knights will defend the dignity of the continent to the death, and will not allow evil to usurp the throne!" He pointed his sword to the sky, his roar like a fierce tiger, intimidating all enemies!
David looked directly at the Pope, his fist clenched diagonally against his chest, the blue and white holy flame continuing to burn, reflecting in his eyes a firm belief and an unwavering determination to win.

"We brush away the dust and see the truth; we also use faith to light up the future, and even in the darkest night, we will embrace the dawn."

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, but even more so with the immense power born from the intertwining of determination and hope.

This is not only a confrontation, but also a great road leading to a new era of order, facing its most severe test on the eve of the storm.

The projection gradually faded, but those unforgettable messages were engraved in the deepest part of everyone's heart.

The secret of the "anchor of the world" is gradually emerging in their hands: it is both a prison and a key.
It can both seal and open;
The one who truly controls it will have the opportunity to dictate the fate of the entire multiverse...

David and the others still stood on the seventh level of that deep and eerie abyss, which seemed to devour all matter and time.

The space trembled slightly, as if it would collapse into countless fragments at any moment.

However, the Pope's true form did not stop there. He moved slowly, each step seemingly treading on the fate of the entire universe, carrying an uncontrollable pressure.

The black robe draped over him like the night sky, and his deep, ink-like gaze pierced through the void, staring directly at David, as if coldly judging everything.

“You see the so-called ‘truth,’ but you still can’t understand the deeper game.”

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet carried a soul-rending vibration: "The gods are nothing but reapers sent down by the ancient god 'Yog-Sothoth,' agents, destined reapers who use civilization as pawns."

The Pope slowly raised his right hand, his long black robe fluttering in the wind like a vortex rising in endless darkness.

The palm emitted an extremely cold, distorted, and broken illusion, as if countless rises and falls of civilizations and destructions of races were gathered within it.

He continued, “Every so-called creation and decay is just a move by Yog Sothos to trigger a cyclical game.”

He used these agents to control the flow of fate, turning prosperity to dust, and reaping power through the harvest of fear and despair.

These words struck the hearts of everyone like a desolate, ancient bell, and a mixture of shock, anger, and resentment appeared on everyone's face.

Tears welled in Lia's eyes as she clenched her fists. "The gods are merely a part of a cruel game to enslave the people... How can this be tolerated!"

Cynthia gripped the hilt of her sword, the frost runes standing upright like sharp blades. She released a chilling aura from her fingertips. "We will never be enslaved by any powerful force, nor will we allow the shadows to devour the dignity of life!"

Lucia frowned, her silver hair fluttering in the breeze, and she responded in a hoarse voice: "Time may be manipulated, but free will will never be extinguished, and we will tear this false order apart!"

David stood beside the hourglass, his holy flames burning ever brighter. His gaze was sharp and resolute as he answered without room for doubt: "I refuse to become a new agent of any ancient power! I will not allow chaos to become a shackle, nor will I allow the universe to fall into a vicious cycle once again!"

His voice resonated powerfully, creating surging waves in this distorted space.

He clenched his fist tightly, channeling the blue-white chaotic core energy within his body, which was as hot as a star, to its maximum.

As he thrust his hands forward, a powerful and violent surge of chaotic energy erupted instantly.

The airflow swept towards the "Hourglass of Time" like a tide, and the strong impact caused the space around the device to tremble violently. Countless runes shattered and scattered, and waves of spacetime rhythm spread out like shock waves.

The entire maze seemed to begin to change drastically due to this force, constantly rearranging its paths and even briefly collapsing, only to be quickly rebuilt into a new structure.

The flow of time surges intermittently, each beat accompanied by a torrent of information, a mixture of chaos and order, making it difficult to discern truth from falsehood.

Hill led the Wizard Knights in a swift response, slicing through the shadows of the monsters ahead with their swords to create an opening for David, while shouting, "Attention everyone! We must evacuate immediately! This energy is about to trigger an uncontrollable collapse!"

Lia's entire body shimmered with runes as she swung her arms to create a life shield, enveloping her teammates and protecting them from the impact.

Cynthia plunged her longsword into the ground, guiding the frost barrier to seal off the most dangerous path and stop the enemy's pursuit;

Lucia continuously adjusted the balance of the arcane array to provide stable support for the retreat.

A pungent buzzing sound filled the air; it was the most shrill and piercing howl on the eve of space being torn apart.

Inside the labyrinth, countless illusions vanished and disappeared; some past memories turned into smoke and were swept away, while some future possibilities vanished in an instant.

David felt a violent reaction in his core, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, using his mind to guide all his allies toward the exit.

Beside him, streaks of blue and white holy flames formed protective shields, shielding each warrior from the most perilous moments amidst the ever-changing temporal storms.

"Don't linger here!" Hill roared, his voice high-pitched. "Stand together, we must survive. This fierce battle has only just begun."

The labyrinth eventually collapsed into an endless void vortex, and they seized the opportunity to leap into the teleportation array gate cast by Lucia, briefly traversing the distorted spacetime barrier under the scorching blue light.

The next moment, they finally escaped that place filled with bizarre illusions and the torment of inner demons.

It has returned to the solid ground of the real world.

But everyone's expression remained solemn, for they knew that the truly greater war had only just begun...

The earth trembled slightly, and the clouds on the horizon churned and surged, as if foreshadowing an impending storm that would sweep across everything.

(End of this chapter)