Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?

Chapter 100: Chapter100-The Army at the Gates!



At the gates of the imperial capital, the arrival of Edward and his companions ignited a flurry of discussions, causing the atmosphere to grow increasingly intense.

"The General has arrived!"

Suddenly, a mage near the city walls shouted, his eyes fixed on the plains outside the capital.

There, dust billowed, and the sound of spellbeasts galloping could be heard from afar.

The ground seemed to tremble and undulate as if a colossal beast was rapidly approaching.

Some powerful mages, or those with keen eyesight, quickly spotted a burly man in armor seated on the lead spellbeast's back.

His expression was stern, and a scar that ran across his face like a twisted centipede added a touch of ferocity and valor to his demeanor.

At the sight of this man, many mages and gathered prodigies, already tense, began to tremble slightly.

General Stanley!

This legendary figure of the Azure Kingdom had arrived!

It was precisely because of his presence that the Azure Kingdom had remained stable for so many years.

He was not only a battle-hardened general but also a diamond-tier level 6 mage, a stabilizing force for the Azure Kingdom.

Many mages on the city walls felt as if a heavy stone pressed on their hearts.

As Stanley, riding on the back of the spellbeast, drew closer, the sense of oppression grew increasingly terrifying, making them instinctively want to open the city gates and kneel before him.

This general had once raided the rear of Kyrik, conquering any city that resisted to the end. He was the butcher who struck fear into the hearts of Kyrik.

The mere mention of Stanley's name incited strong murderous intent among the people of Kyrik.

At the same time, the name Stanley was equally renowned among the mages of the imperial capital, instilling deep-seated respect and awe.

"Even the winds and clouds change with his arrival. This is General Stanley? Though he has not yet reached the master-tier, he has already begun to comprehend the [Order]. Truly a terrifying figure!"

Edward and the other mages, possessing considerable strength and keen eyesight, gazed solemnly at the ever-changing clouds above Stanley's head.

Generally speaking, whether a black mage or a white mage, both harness the power of mana. The difference lies in white mages seeking power externally, while black mages seek it internally.

They are far from reaching the level of controlling an entire region or even a [Order].

Only master-tier mages, who have delved deeply into the path of magic, can truly grasp this power.

Some exceptional diamond-tier mages can also master parts of the domain and [Order]. This [Order], unlike the [Basic Order] held by Owen, is a unique [Order] comprehended through personal growth.

Although not as domineering as the [Basic Order], its power is still formidable! Mages who can comprehend this are exceedingly rare and are undoubtedly legendary figures. Stanley was clearly one of them!

At this moment, although Edward and his companions were backed by the stronghold of the imperial capital, the vast, swirling clouds above Stanley's head made it seem as though the entire sky was pressing down.

The capital's light dimmed, appearing small and fragile.

Stanley, the focal point of everyone's gaze, rode his spellbeast at a steady pace, stopping beneath the city gate.

His resolute eyes gazed up at the ancient, illustrious city.

In the past, when he arrived here, he was greeted by rows of officials, and sometimes even King Aldric would personally come out to welcome him.

But now, he was barred from entry, and King Aldric had retreated in disarray to the Council of Elders.

The order of the past had been completely destroyed by Leslie and Owen!

As Stanley closed his eyes slightly, reminiscing about the past, a powerful voice rang out from nearby.

"General Stanley!"

Chief Elder Otto, accompanied by the members of the Council of Elders, quickly arrived on a massive magic carpet.

Stanley turned to glance at the Chief Elder and the others.

On his way to the imperial capital, he had heard that Chief Elder Otto and the members of the Council of Elders were rushing there, but he hadn't expected to meet them at the city gate.

He rarely interacted with the Chief Elder, only knowing him as a passionate and vigorous man. Otto's swift arrival in the capital this time might have ulterior motives.

With a serious tone, Stanley asked,

"Chief Elder, have you come here to eliminate traitors like Owen and Leslie?"

Seeing Stanley's wary eyes, Chief Elder Otto's old face was filled with grief and indignation.

"My child was brutally killed here. This enmity is irreconcilable. Today, I have come not only for revenge but also on behalf of His Majesty, to punish the traitors!"

Noticing Otto's unusually intense emotions, Stanley nodded slightly and said,

"Since we are both working for King Aldric, let us join forces this time and seek justice for His

Majesty!"

With that, both of them simultaneously looked towards the city tower of the capital.

Their momentum had already surged, filled with a murderous aura, like an autumn wind

sweeping through fallen leaves, bringing a bone-chilling cold.

Many mages who had initially focused their gaze on them now felt their hearts skip a beat and

took a few steps back in reverence.

Some even regretted coming here to watch the spectacle, realizing it might have been a

mistake.

The strength of both Otto and Stanley far exceeded their expectations.

The two diamond-tier powerhouses joining forces could indeed contend with a master-tier

mage.

Owen and Leslie, at most, could only contend with platinum-tier mages, equivalent to early

diamond-tier mages at best.

The gap in levels and power was too vast.

They were already feeling a sense of despair for Owen and Leslie.

"Owen! Leslie! Come out and face your death!"

Otto's emotions had long been ignited by anger and murderous intent. He now shouted

fiercely towards the city gate.

His voice carried a strong mana wave, causing the air to vibrate intensely, creating ripples that spread like water waves.

These ripples fell upon the thick city walls, making them shake as if struck by an earthquake.

As the sound waves continued to spread and reached everyone's ears, it felt like sharp spikes piercing their hearing, echoing relentlessly in their minds.

Some lower-level mages turned white-eyed and foamed at the mouth, fainting on the spot. Even powerful mages like Edward and other prodigies felt their blood boiling, as if the mana within and around them was resonating with the sound waves!

Boom!

As the sound waves spread into the depths of the imperial capital, some old houses began to

collapse in large sections, ruthlessly destroyed by the waves.

However, at this moment, Leslie's chilling voice spread out.

"Otto! This is not a place for you to run wild!"

Leslie's voice was not loud, but it carried a bone-chilling coldness.

As it spread, a thin layer of ice formed on the ground, and the buildings and plants within the

city seemed to be covered with a light frost.

The spreading sound waves also froze and then shattered into icy powder, falling gently to

the ground.

"Leslie!"

Everyone was already very familiar with Leslie's voice and immediately looked towards its

source.

Above the royal palace, Leslie walked step by step on a staircase formed of ice and snow.

Her white dress intertwined with the ice and snow swirling around her, resembling a snow queen ascending to her throne.

A trace of amazement flashed in everyone's eyes as they gazed at her, nearly unable to look

away.

Leslie had always been low-key, even after occupying the imperial capital and the royal

palace.

She had been busy handling various state affairs and had rarely appeared in public.

People only knew of her stunning beauty and stubborn personality, but now, seeing her, her aura exuded a natural regal presence, as if she was born to rule.

Beside Leslie, Owen stood in a black formal suit, walking alongside her on the icy staircase. Compared to Leslie's overt dominance, Owen appeared more reserved.

However, his gaze was profoundly deep, like that of a mage who had weathered many storms,

as if nothing could stir his heart.

Calm and restrained, yet with a hidden sharpness lying dormant, unfathomable...

Under countless watchful eyes, Owen and Leslie stood side by side atop the city wall, overlooking Otto and Stanley below without a trace of fear or timidity.

It was as if they were greeting long-awaited old friends who had finally arrived.

The tranquility in their eyes instinctively calmed the many restless mages present.