Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 661: Chapter 286: Bringing the Witch Back to the Castle

“No! Impossible!”

The gaunt wizard roared anxiously, but was powerless to resist.

In the face of that powerful force, they had long lost all the confidence they once had when they were arrogant and domineering.

Now they could only become helpless insects, forced to accept the judgment and punishment that was about to descend upon them.

As David fully activated the Sacrificial Mark, the Sacrificial Ritual began to completely reverse.

Under the dazzling golden light, the four black mages were all bound, and countless streams of dark energy continuously drained from their bodies.

And those small creatures that had once been sacrificed regained their freedom; they gathered once again, expressing their deep gratitude and admiration for the redeemer David with cheers and tears.

Finally, amidst the roar and flickering light, these people, who had been ravaged and tainted with bloody sins, were forcibly turned into true sacrifices.

The door they attempted to open became their tomb instead, and endless despair surged, which was caused by themselves.

With the last flash of golden light, the gaunt wizard and the other three black mages were firmly bound, the surrounding air filled with the surge of dark energy.

Those once suffering small creatures, as the dark power dissipated, became more and more radiant.

David stood in the center of the altar, calmly watching all of this.

“Sacrificial Energy,” David muttered quietly.

He not only wanted to end this Sacrificial Ritual but also to gather this dark power from the depths of hell.

This sacrificial energy was useless to ordinary people, but Sura, having the Sacrificial Talent, could absorb it completely, converting it into his strength.

He closed his eyes and concentrated fully, further guiding the power from the Sacrificial Mark, gathering the dark energy that was being drawn out from the altar.

Energy permeated with the aura of despair and death gathered like a tide before him, forming a massive vortex.

The vortex shimmered with restless and frantic light, while David stood within it, deeply planting his will into it.

As the spell continued deepening, the vortex began to gradually shrink, and the black mages, feeling intensely uneasy, struggled desperately but to no avail.

“We will not allow you to sacrifice us so easily!” the long-haired mage screamed, but his voice was drowned out by David’s powerful will.

As the vortex continued to shrink, the black mages’ sense of despair deepened.

The gaunt wizard’s face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with panic.

They once thought they had everything under control, only to find they were merely the sacrifices in this ritual.

The unsteady light flashing in the vortex was like a giant pair of hands, gripping their souls tightly, leaving them no escape.

“You can’t do this!” The long-haired mage roared with a hint of tremble in his voice, “We are black mages! We possess supreme power, you won’t defeat us so easily!”

Yet his words seemed powerless in the face of David’s mighty energy.

He could feel his power draining visibly, and as the small island, long shrouded in darkness, gradually revived, he felt his existence being erased.

David looked on calmly, showing no pity for those who used to act recklessly.

As the spell dove deeper, the vortex began to absorb the dark energy, like a massive black hole, continuously devouring the four black mages.

The gaunt wizard struggled desperately, but his magic had long failed, leaving him only futile resistance against that relentless power.

He felt unprecedented unease and fear—as everything he relied on now vanished into nothingness.

“Quick! Use all your magic power! We can’t let him devour us like this!” the gaunt wizard shouted hoarsely to the others.

The long-haired mage and the burly mage exchanged glances, realizing there was no retreat now, and could only desperately attempt a counterattack.

However, no matter how they roared or what bizarre and powerful magic they cast, they couldn’t resist the continuous surge of light and power.

At that moment, like a flood, the dark energy surged, enveloping the four black mages within it.

Everyone seemed to fall into an eternal abyss, their consciousness gradually blurring, and the evil crafts in their memories turned into phantom images, flickering repeatedly in their minds.

Their hearts were filled with reluctance and longing for past glories, yet they found everything would become fleeting as smoke.

As the last spell fell, a massive crystal vessel materialized in the air, absorbing all the extracted dark energy.

David stood in the center of the altar, while the small creatures gathered around him, eyes full of respect and gratitude.

The Water Spirit Witch Helena stood in the crowd; she, once bound by the black mages’ magic, was now finally free.

Helena’s long hair flowed like water waves, her blue eyes sparkling with gentle yet firm light.

She looked at David, who was her hero, saving not only herself but countless suffering small creatures, and her gratitude was beyond words.

“Thank you, mighty wizard!”

Helena called softly, stepping forward to bow deeply before all the freed small creatures.

“You not only saved me but also our homeland; without you, we would have remained forever lost in darkness!”

David smiled slighty, casting his gaze toward Helena, sensing the unique aura upon this witch.