Chapter 1301 - 606: Truth of the Ancient God Anchor

Chapter 1301: Chapter 606: Truth of the Ancient God Anchor

His face was filled with determination and fury, a vow of deep love for his homeland and an unyielding will to resist the chains of destiny.

"Sever him! He must not be allowed to reshape the order! At all costs!" Hill roared, the Silver Sword in his hand bursting with a dazzling cold light, like a winter blade fiercely cutting through every tentacle that wantonly devoured the rhythm of life, slicing them into dense fragments, scattering Ice Crystal powder in the air.

Meanwhile, David stood at the edge of the hourglass, his whole body ablaze with holy flames, the blue-white divine glow piercing through the dark crevices like dawn, making the surrounding gloom and decay appear as the first light of dawn.

His eyes focused on the layer of turbid and gradually spreading undead black mist covering the surface of the hourglass.

It was formed by the entanglement of time, combined with the sinister and corrosive essence condensed by the Pope’s cunning curse.

He slowly raised his hands, harmonizing the Power of Three Hearts within him—life, shadow, and light—to the extreme, a pure and powerful Holy Purification energy burst forth from his palms, like a tidal wave sweeping across the entire space, fiercely colliding with the corrupt black mist ravaging the surface.

In an instant, countless tiny runes scattered in the air, like a meteor shower falling to the ground, or like the crucial nodes of cosmic rhythmic order being awakened and sublimated!

The purification power swiftly penetrated into every rune groove of the "Hourglass of Time," dispersing the dense shadows into fragments.

Although the process was fraught with danger, as the strong backlash could trigger a regional explosion, David gritted his teeth and persisted, knowing that only by doing so could he prevent the seal from completely collapsing and preventing greater disasters from befalling the world!

In the midst of the intense conflict, he felt the Chaos Core within him resonating, vibrating more intensely, but also gathering cohesion. This magnificent new hope was slowly reinforcing a solid foundation, storing energy for the ultimate confrontation to come.

Liya continued to guard the outskirts of the purification area, her palms igniting with a faint golden Life Rune, constructing an indestructible Shield for her allies against the demon’s sudden brutal attacks.

Not far away, Cynthia swung her Silver Sword, weaving a sealing trap with chains of frost breath, controlling the tempo of the situation and strengthening the overall Defense net’s density, preventing the enemy forces from easily breaking through the lines to disrupt the core action process.

Lucia sat cross-legged in midair, her lips whispering Spells, connecting the external stable sources with an arcane Array, injecting balance factors into the timeline, while ready to eliminate any latent instability that might tear the fabric of reality at any moment.

Her face was tense yet focused, every movement filled with precision and steady wisdom, an indispensable brain and command center for the team.

This struggle was not just a battle of flesh and blood, but a contest of human faith beyond the limits of conventional Law.

In the harsh environment, the sweat, fatigue, and even scars on each participant’s face inscribed their indomitable Souls and determination to protect their homeland at all costs!

Under the glow of the flames, David’s entire body was alight with holy flames, like a blazing star bursting forth in the sky;

Hill’s eyes burned with a fiery red flame, each slash flipping up and down the blade;

Cynthia’s cold aura lingered around her like a lone wolf protecting its home on a winter night;

Liya’s golden light shone in her gentle yet firm gaze, being both warmth and a fortress of steel;

Lucia summoned an arcane vortex, as if the wisdom of the cosmos converged into a tidal surge...

As the Holy Purification ripple gradually spread, the decaying dark clouds on the surface of the "Hourglass of Time" began to crumble and dissolve, while the Pope’s avatar’s face gradually twisted with ferocity, trying desperately to grasp the lost control.

Yet ultimately, it could not escape the trend driven by everyone’s combined efforts to shake the foundations of the cosmos...

"For freedom, for the future!" David roared, unleashing the last primordial holy flame with all his might, a blinding blue-white pillar shooting up into the sky, utterly sweeping away the evil!

David still stood in the midst of the shattered plaza, his chest heaving with an aura of unwavering resilience.

He felt the connection between the Chaos Core within him and the "World Anchor" growing ever stronger.

Just as he was about to delve deeper, the fragment of the "Book of the End" on his wrist suddenly vibrated, a faint light emanating from the depths of its pages.

The light seemed to be condensed from time itself, slowly engulfing the entire space.

The projection totem on the Star Gnomon trembled along with it, with countless small runes arranging and combining in the air, like ancient Spells reappearing, or like the rhythmic melody of the cosmos’s birth being reawakened.

The light grew stronger, and a massive three-dimensional scene quietly emerged in the center of the void.

Amidst the shifting scene, there were blurry yet profoundly stirring creation memories.

In the ancient epochs, the boundless Dark Abyss surged with countless eternal Divines, entangled with each other, in a cycle of creation and destruction.

Among them, the most enigmatic was the Ancient God known as "Yog-Sothoth," whose essence was vast like the stars of the cosmos, yet filled with endless Chaos and unknown fear.

The projection revealed a vast and semi-transparent, constantly shape-shifting, and unfathomable Divine Format, entangled with the unstable energy symbolizing wisdom and madness, its body shining with dark and deep light.

Yog-Sothoth seemed to be stripped of its inert Divine Format residue by some powerful force.

This residue became the "World Anchor," a crucial hub maintaining the stability of the Multiverse structure.

And the seal that once imprisoned its essence had constructed numerous forbidden Laws around this anchor point, sealing it within the invisible.