Chapter 1298 - 604: The Secret Pact of the Sanctum Tomb (2)

Chapter 1298: Chapter 604: The Secret Pact of the Sanctum Tomb (2)

Cynthia calmly surveyed everyone: "Preparing for battle is imperative, we should immediately devise a response strategy and enhance monitoring of time rift anomalies!"

David closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were saturated with the vastness of the stars.

He murmured to himself: "Twin Pope... this is a huge trap, but also an opportunity to reshape the future.

I must delve into the essence of this game or else all efforts will become empty talk."

He turned to everyone, his voice firm and full of power:

"This is our era, and also the one chance to use wisdom to break the cage of fate, to ignite the dawn with belief!

No matter how perilous the path ahead, we vow to defend free will, to dedicate everything for the future!"

As his words fell, the hall echoed with rounds of applause, and steadfast oaths swept through every corner like a storm.

Under the backdrop of drifting snow, every face was filled with determination as they shouldered burdens akin to those of the gods’ fate...

Beside the long table, David frowned deeply, feeling the increasing turbulence of the Chaos Core within, as if a hidden stream in the abyss continuously tore at his soul.

Each time he harmonized the time flow using the Bloodline Meditation Method, he could sense slight fissures forming quietly in the core.

The air was as heavy as if compressed; everyone vaguely sensed that a more dreadful storm was imminent, yet no one dared to speak lightly.

Liya’s eyes were firm, she gently raised her hands, and pale golden Life Runes emerged from her palms.

She slowly recited an ancient spell, and those runes, like flowers blooming at dawn, gradually unfolded into layered protection barriers, enveloping David.

The Life Rune barrier emitted a warm and soft glow, like the tender embrace of the Earth Mother, temporarily mitigating the impact of the cracks in the Chaos Core.

"While this barrier cannot cure, it can at least earn you a respite." Liya’s voice was soft yet imbued with undeniable strength, "We must stabilize your condition, otherwise, any subsequent actions will become extremely precarious."

Cynthia did not speak as she drew a silver-white longsword from her waist, the blade instantly congealing into ice crystal, like a winter blade slicing through cold winds.

At the tip of her toe a movement anchored her on the ground, a weighty icy chill instantly permeating the entire hall, a force that could freeze time lines and inhibit the chaotic spatial disturbances from spreading.

The Frost Runes ignited a dim blue glow over her body, freezing the surrounding air into a crystalline quilt.

"This is the strongest defense array I can deploy," Cynthia calmly stated, "Only by doing so can we prevent the correction shockwave from spreading to engulf everything."

A few wisps of cold wind traversed the hall, forming a wondrous balance between the intertwining of flame and frost, and David felt the gathering force within himself, yet still slightly struggled at the edge of collapse, the backlash force like a relentless landslide pressing on his nerves and soul.

Just as everyone strained to stabilize the situation, a blurred and urgent message shattered the silence, and from afar, the magic communication array burst forth with an unusual glow; it was a distress signal from the Blood Prison World brought back by Alia.

Alia—the Witch Knight Queen who once fought endlessly against the Dark Abyss and wove life-and-death contracts with blood, now trapped in an unprecedented crisis abyss.

Her message was filled with despair yet carried the will to survive: "...the enemy is too powerful... the dark corruption has spread to the edge of the mind... without help, my people will surely be annihilated..."

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heavy, sweat trickling down each person’s forehead, dampening their mantles with cold droplets.

They knew this was not merely a distant battlefield in peril but also a thunderclap echoing the fate of the entire continent in motion!

Hill said in a deep voice: "We are no longer able to confront more threats alone... We must quickly formulate a contingency plan and simultaneously mobilize reinforcements to support Alia."

Lucia slowly walked out from the corner, her silver hair slightly disheveled, yet her eyes sparkled like stars of wisdom. "At this moment we need to integrate all arcane resources, not only to protect ourselves but also to ensure the time flow is not completely torn apart, or all efforts will be in vain..."

The head of the Priest Corps prayed with closed eyes, his pale face appearing especially solemn due to his focus, "The path of the divine is thorny, we are all pilgrims... Only unwavering faith can counteract the backlash of the laws!"

David stood up slowly, he clenched his fist to his chest, the blue and white holy flame igniting again and wrapping around his entire body.

He brushed the sweat from his brow with a wave of his hand and said to everyone:

"This is our trial, and also our mission! No matter how harsh it is, no matter what the cost, I will stay true to this path! Because only by standing at the edge of fragmentation can we make the world whole again!"

He stepped forward, each step steady and firm, as if the entire universe were transformed into the foundation under his feet.

Though his body was weary, his spirit was as indestructible as steel, fully focused on grasping the power vein from the depths of chaos yet filled with hope, aiming to reverse the fate’s current and alter the future!

Since David shattered the Eternal Night Council’s core altar and captured that "Shadow Covenant," the ancient elf star gnomon miraculously began to self-repair.

The originally damaged and mottled runes slowly regained their luster, and the connection points were activated one by one.

As the last crack was sealed, a three-dimensional projection quietly emerged on the star gnomon, depicting a deep and eerily fluctuating spatial structure pattern, with its center marked by the concrete coordinates of the "world anchor"—the 7th Floor of the Abyss.

David silently gazed at the projection, his brow furrowed slightly, then gradually relaxed.

He felt an indescribable resonance, an obscure link between the depths of the Chaos Core and the "world anchor."

That connection was akin to the oldest and most mysterious vein in the cosmos, glimmering with a faint yet tenacious light in the web of time and space.

"This is not just a spatial coordinate," David murmured, his eyes shining as if seeing through all phenomena, "’world anchor’ and the Chaos Core within me are of the same origin...

This suggests it could very well be a creation of the ancient gods described in legend, an essential cornerstone of the cosmos’s laws."

Liya approached, her clear eyes filled with awe and also faint worry: "If that is true, then approaching the ’world anchor’ might mean touching a power that transcends conventional magic and the physical understanding; once out of control...the consequences would be unimaginable."

Cynthia gripped her longsword tightly, the Frost Runes on the blade shining with icy gleam: "We must face the challenges ahead fully armed and with no room for error.

No matter how insidious the foes are, we cannot allow the ’world anchor’ to fall into evil hands."

Hill said in a deep voice: "The current situation is complex and volatile, we must develop a clear strategy.

The first step is to eradicate the remaining forces of the Eternal Night Council; they still lurk in the shadows, stirring the waters;

The second step is to dispatch an expedition team to the 7th Floor of the Abyss to investigate the ’world anchor,’ seeking methods to stabilize the spatial distortions."

The head of the Priest Corps nodded slightly, his pale face etched with wrinkles, yet his gaze unwavering: "Avoid recklessness, this journey is perilous to the extreme.

The abyssal layers are no trifling matter; each step harbors heavy taboos and unknown dangers, requiring precise coordination and meticulous preparation."

Silence briefly enveloped the venue, with everyone silently digesting this heavy piece of information.

Their faces, reflected upon the thick stone walls, were grave yet resolute—they were a group burdened with the fate of countless lives, aware that at this moment they carried the righteous task of preserving the free will of the continent and ensuring the continuance of its future order.

David walked slowly to the star gnomon, reaching out to touch the three-dimensional totem it projected, a subtle vibration like a silken thread transmitting through his fingers and into his entire body.

He closed his eyes, feeling the echo of those primordial cosmic veins; the presence of the "world anchor" not only stabilizing the spatial structure but also resembling a massive life heart, its pulsations subtly steering the rhythm of fate.