Chapter 1274 - 592: Chaos Judgment_2

Chapter 1274: Chapter 592: Chaos Judgment_2

Hill and his witch knights strive to protect the bestial Cynthia, torn by darkness and out of control, they are exhausted, and the defensive line teeters on the brink of collapse.

The Eternal Night Council and the Holy Light Church’s joint army rampages unrestrained, gradually consuming the last of the resistance.

Just as the enemy’s morale surges, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Cynthia, the sky suddenly tears open as if by an invisible giant hand, revealing a dazzling and splendid astral light.

That is the "Silver Wing Ark."

A colossal interstellar ship bearing hope and wrath across endless stars.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the Silver Wing Ark slowly hovers in mid-air, its huge body clad in ever-changing colors, yet glowing with a strange brilliance of icy blue-purple and fiery red-orange intertwined.

The surrounding space warps and distorts because of its presence, encircling the battlefield like an eternal, indestructible shield.

David stands at the bridge command post, his face grave yet filled with furious determination.

He takes a deep breath, concentrating all Chaos Divinity at the junction of the Void Star Core and Star Gnomon fragments, awakening the ancient mystery and the destructive energy core completely.

He slowly opens his hands, and a torrent of energy merging the blood prison’s fiery rage, Chaos Command, frost’s utter cold, and the Sea God’s surging power gushes from his fingertips, pouring downward like an apocalypse judgment.

This energy torrent is colorful yet imbued with soul-crushing pressure: flames burn with scorching intensity, mingled with howling ice shards that freeze the surrounding air instantly;

Waves surge like tsunamis, impacting the void, carrying the Chaos Spirit’s relentless surge;

The blood prison-like fierce flames seem about to burn all sins and desecrations.

This peculiar and terrifying power accompanies continuous crackling sounds, tracing an arrow of divine retribution across the dark battlefield.

The roar of the "Silver Wing Ark" shocks all living beings under heaven and earth, sounding like the low whispers of gods from ancient war times, yet like thunder and lightning striking earthly dust, causing even the laws of heaven and earth to tremble.

Alliance soldiers hear and are immediately appalled, countless high-tier mages gaze upwards, having never seen such a world-shaking spectacle.

This is an entity beyond life and death boundaries, condensed into pure destructive force, vast reckoning!

The High Priest guarding the spire shows fear, gripping the rune staff tightly, yet daring not to move rashly: "This is... it’s from the ’void’ abyss...!"

The energy tidal wave descends like a fierce beast, swiftly covering the most densely gathered place of the allied forces.

Instantly, countless high-tier enemy mages and elite warriors are engulfed by blazing flames, while a biting cold stream freezes their bodies.

Powerful constructions crumble amid chaos fluctuations, dust rising as if apocalypse has arrived!

The previously aggressive, scoffing, shouting masses suddenly freeze, their painful screams and struggles unable to escape the destructive impact wave.

A witch knight witnesses this scene, tears welling up uncontrollably, she grips the Rune Sword tightly, hands trembling, swearing: "David... you’ve finally come..."

The knights respond with low roars, reforming into an invincible defensive line amidst thunder and lightning, while the giant beast Cynthia seems to sense external aid, her body trembles violently, the half-dragon, half-wolf form’s frenzied roaring gradually ceases, a thread of clarity and struggle appears in her eyes, like the warmest secret glow before dawn.

David stands at the command post, his whole body emitting an aura like a storm, he channels the remaining energy into the mental network.

"Continue the pursuit! Completely disperse this darkness! For our homeland, for our people, for the future!"

The "Silver Wing Ark" descends from the sky like a deity, the torrent of energy combining the blood prison’s fiery rage, Chaos Command, frost’s utter cold, and the Sea God’s surging power sweeps downward.

Completely annihilating the densely concentrated forces of the Eternal Night Council and Holy Light Church alliance, the exploding firelight illuminates shattered city walls and scattered figures.

Amidst the flying dust and dense smoke, everything seems like an apocalypse has descended.

The smoke has not dispersed, mournful howls gradually weaken, yet the tense atmosphere on the battlefield remains heavy.

David flashes, leaping rapidly towards the restless, mountain-sized half-wolf, half-dragon, beastified Cynthia.

Her body, covered with scorching lava cracks and frost blades intertwined, trembles violently, each struggle bringing a ground tremor and air-tearing roar.

"It should end now." David mutters softly, hands clasped, activating the Chaos Core to its limit, amidst the grey haze, countless complex runes subtly appear on its surface, seemingly containing endless Abyss power.

That is the "Chaos Shackle"—a net woven from ancient runes, constructing a chain of binding with time, space, and the essence of soul.

The shackle spreads from David’s palms, unfathomably fast, covering Cynthia’s massive body.

They override the wild energy impact, ignoring sharp claw bites and scorching flames, precisely entwining every energy vein and soul wave core.

No matter how the giant beast struggles or roars, the layered, intricate textures form an indestructible cage.

Cynthia’s body shakes violently, she attempts to smash these gray chains with her body, but each collision triggers burning cracks, unable to tear apart the confinement at her soul’s depths.

In piercing screams, the frenzy fades, the unsettled, wild power shows signs of delay.

Liya stands not far away, her fingers turn white from gripping the magic staff too forcefully, her entire body rigid like a steadfast tower.

She condenses all her magic power into frost runes filled with pure, unblemished calming and awakening will.

These runes rush like a storm snow across the sky, yet they are exceedingly gentle, like a cool rain soothing scorched wounds.

She slowly raises the magic staff, injecting this pure icy blue magic into the Chaos Shackle’s fragile gap, seeping into Cynthia’s soul’s depths, burning yet painful.

A sudden intense cold rises in the air, the sharp chill as if cutting through a wound after burning, freezing the entire battlefield instantly.

The giant beast’s struggle grows weaker, shifting from furious roars to pained whimpers, as if an invisible blade slowly peels away the black poison miasma, each low roar a mournful song intertwining pain and sadness.

Its massive, mountain-like form slowly collapses, earth trembling with a deafening collapse.

The roar echoes like heaven and earth’s resonance, yet like the final hope released from the brink of despair.

Amidst the flying dust, the giant beast is tightly wrapped in large ice crystals flashing eerie blue brilliance.

In this realm, pristine yet harshly cold, a figure appears, marred with bloodstains but clear in outline.

This is the former glorious Queen of the Silver Moon, Cynthia, her true form already ravaged by long battles to a weakened state, yet her stubbornly graceful silhouette endures.

Liya exhales deeply, reaching out to gently touch the ice barrier covering the body, "This shield is fragile, but sufficient to preserve the remnants of life, buying time for awakening."

Her gaze resolute and solemn: "Next, our task is to guard, preventing any foes from getting close."

Annie approaches silently, using gentle mental waves to lift the queen sleeping in the thick frozen earth, "The mental protection network continues to strengthen, no interference from any time-space must erode the mind."

Alia firmly holds the long sword, vigilantly guarding all directions, "Although the enemy has dispersed, scattered remnants remain cunning, we must build an iron defense, allowing no flaws."

David crouches down, his eyes tender yet resolute, whispers: "Your Majesty, you’re not fighting alone, we’ll accompany you through the gloom until dawn."

The remnants of battle smoke have not dissipated, the shattered Silver Moon Royal Capital still trembles under the assault of flames and smoke.

The ground is full of charred wreckage, fragments of stones and broken magic array runes intertwine into a desolate battlefield.

The air is filled with the pungent scent of burnt metal mixed with blood.