Chapter 1303 - 607: Parasitic Purification War

Chapter 1303: Chapter 607: Parasitic Purification War

The secret of the "Anchor of the World" quietly takes root in their hearts: it is not a simple Magical Artifact, but a crucial piece in an ultimate struggle concerning fate, freedom, and power!

David gazed at the distant horizon, the dawn sunlight casting golden hues.

He whispered, "The true confrontation has yet to arrive, but as long as the fire within remains undying, none can foresee the end... nor can anyone easily submit to fate."

As the golden rays of dawn slowly spread across the Earth, David and his companions felt an unusual tremor arising from deep beneath the Earth, as if the world’s very arteries were gently stirred by an invisible and profound force.

The tides of space-time wash over, accompanied by the unnoticed aftermath from their return from the 7th Floor of the Abyss, silently corroding the laws of the real world.

The Witch Rider Corps encampment—situated at the fringe of ancient woods, with a long history and deep heritage.

It appeared exceptionally solemn at this moment. The morning breeze carried faint dust and the sound of rustling leaves, but what drew more attention was the awakening of forces that had lain dormant underground for millennia.

"This wave... is not to be underestimated." Hill peered intently, standing at a high point in the camp, his brow furrowed.

He sensed a new rhythm subtly flowing in the air, chaotic yet containing order, an echo from the earlier space-time impact.

Liya stood before the Star Gnomon, her slender yet resolute fingers gently touched the crystal-clear engravings, each touch seemingly causing subtle tremors.

She closed her eyes, allowing the pale golden Life Runes to leap and shine in her palm.

Beside her, Lucia focused on monitoring the surrounding Arcane Array, constantly adjusting the Energy flow to stabilize the time veins from being disturbed by external influences.

Suddenly, the ancient stone slab in the center of the encampment’s plaza emitted a faint glow, a blue-purple brilliance gushed from the cracks, condensing into a mysterious device in the air.

It was an important relic left behind by the ancient clan of divine craftsmen, renowned as the "Star Orbit Calibration Instrument."

This device was composed of countless finely intricate yet interlocking small gears, each gear embedded with faint arcane Energy like a constant node in the Cosmos.

These gears slowly rotated, interlocking yet retaining flexible balance, imparting a heavy and enigmatic aura to the entire device.

"This is... one of the significant relics left by the clan of divine craftsmen centuries ago." Lucia’s voice was solemn, "It’s said to calibrate and stabilize spatial folds and time rhythms, offering immense value in repairing chaotic space-time."

Liya opened her bright, clear eyes and quickly approached the Calibration Instrument, gently making contact with the Star Gnomon in her hand.

Instantly, something akin to resonance occurred between the two: the runes on the Star Gnomon and the gears of the Calibration Instrument burst forth dazzling bright, full of Life Force, as if the vast laws of the Cosmos were being re-laid and reflected.

Her expression gradually relaxed, transitioning from initial seriousness to one filled with hope and determination: "With this ’Star Orbit Calibration Instrument,’ we might be able to reverse the chaos and disorder brought by the tides of Chaos gradually."

Hill approached Liya, his gaze firm yet tinged with fatigue, "We must quickly initiate the repair actions; any negligence during this period could trigger a more extensive Chaos outbreak, posing immeasurable harm to the entire continent."

Cynthia held her sword with both hands resting on her knees, her chilling aura still strong but unable to conceal the pressure on her shoulders, "Guarding the perimeter and ensuring safety is our duty; no matter how the enemy lurks, we cannot allow calamity to spread again."

On the immense plaza, a group of Witch Rider Corps soldiers remained highly alert, clad in silver-white Battle Armor reflecting the cold, hard metallic sheen under the morning sun.

These soldiers were silent and vigilant, each face showing an unwavering determination to protect their homeland and a steel will honed by long-term combat.

Lucia continued to chant Spells, deftly directing arcane Energy at her fingertips, while the forbidden symbols from the torn pages of the "Book of the End" swirled around her, injecting a stabilizing core into the entire array.

Behind her, a vast, complex protective barrier woven from arcane energy slowly unfolded, isolating space from external interference like a formidable wall safeguarding the central repair area.

David stood at the edge of the high platform, looking toward the distant horizon, the rising sun casting a golden radiance illuminating all things.

He clenched his fist lightly, then released it as he breathed, the warmth of sacred flames still lingered, but his expression bore more thoughts and vigilance.

He knew, this repair wasn’t a simple adjustment but a monumental test against the erosion of Chaos plague and the extreme challenge of human will.

Small interlocking gears continued to rotate, emitting tiny arcs of blue-purple lightning, raising waves of echoing sounds in the air, a sound resembling time’s rushing river surging fiercely, and more like the ancient civilization’s network awakening anew, calling for the dawn of the future...

Liya bent down to precisely connect the two Divine Artifacts, her lips softly parted to chant, her voice gentle yet determined, akin to a weaver threading the strands of fate, precisely controlling each rhythm’s cadence.

Around her fingertips, Life Runecraft rose slowly, like morning mist hanging on branches, or stars twinkling in the sky, shining brightly, making the chaotic, torn, and obscure space gradually become clear and orderly.

Hill scanned his comrades around, each fully focused, more so as if facing a human soul’s life-and-death baptism.