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

Chapter 245: Chapter244-Owen, the Groom Abducted



However, not everyone welcomed the fact that Owen had become the Demon King.

But due to the overwhelming power of the Archdemon, all they could do was quietly whisper in private.

"No matter how talented Owen is, he's still a fragile human. How could he possibly compare to us beings of the Demon Realm?"

"Many demon lords have pursued the Archdemon before, only to be humiliated. Now that the Archdemon is marrying Owen, I doubt they'll stay put."

"Given their reckless nature, they might actually jump out and try something."

As these Demon Realm creatures discussed, they suddenly noticed a towering figure blocking the path on the crimson carpet.

Owen, who had been walking along the red carpet while devising an escape plan, suddenly sensed a strong hostility approaching. He halted and looked up.

Ahead stood a Bovinar, about five meters tall, with twin horns on its head, standing on its hind legs like a human, wielding two massive nine-ringed broadswords. Like an unmovable giant rock, he obstructed the path. His blood-red eyes, as large as lanterns, glared fiercely at Owen, and the rings on his broadswords trembled slightly.

The bloodlust radiating from him sent chills down everyone's spine.

Around him, the Demon Realm creatures on either side of the red carpet scrambled away in fear, crawling and rolling to make room.

The rest of the Demon Realm beings, however, watched the scene unfold with eager anticipation, like spectators at a show.

"Bovinar truly lives up to his reputation. He's as crazy as ever-he actually showed up at a time like this."

"I heard that he once publicly pursued the Archdemon, only to have his mana sealed and be hung upside down on the walls of the Demon Sky Citadel for ten days and nights as a spectacle. Not only did he not back down, but his pursuit became even bolder. He has suffered all kinds of punishments, and yet here he is, still refusing to give up. Looks like he's prepared to take action against Owen..."

"Bovinar is stubborn to a fault; he doesn't even listen to the Archdemon's commands. This is going to be interesting."

Everyone in the Demon Realm knew Bovinar well. In any war or internal strife, he was always the fiercest one leading the charge.

His strength had long reached the level of a God King, and he was notorious for being reckless, even daring to attack the Demon Emperor or the Archdemon without regard for his own life.

In terms of combat power among the demon lords, he was considered unparalleled. "Bovinar, did you not hear my command?"

As Owen stared at Bovinar, the Archdemon also fixed her gaze on him, her voice icy.

"Archdemon, he is not worthy of you!"

Bovinar raised one of his broadswords, pointing it at Owen, speaking solemnly and earnestly: "I challenge him to a death duel!"

"Owen, if you're a man, step forward and accept my challenge!"

In the Demon Realm, death duels were a common practice and an important way to resolve conflicts.

Whoever won, lived, and whoever lived, held the right.

So, at the moment Bovinar roared out his challenge, many Demon Realm creatures began cheering loudly, hoping Owen would agree.

Owen frowned slightly. Bovinar's strength had reached the level of a demon lord, and at present, Owen was not his match.

Even if he wanted to agree and give up on marrying the Archdemon, once the duel started, Bovinar would most likely tear him to pieces without a second thought.

Moreover, the Archdemon had gone to great lengths to marry him and would not allow anyone to interfere with her plans.

And indeed, just as the cheers of the Demon Realm creatures were rising, a chilling aura began to spread from the Archdemon's body. The intense cold instantly eradicated the loudest creatures, twisting their bodies into masses of blood and flesh.

The countless creatures of the Demon Realm immediately fell silent, clearly understanding the Archdemon's resolve to marry Owen.

At that moment, Bovinar also sensed an overwhelming aura of death, as if he were already standing in a sea of corpses and blood.

But after a brief hesitation, his heart was once again consumed by jealousy and rage.

He couldn't understand. He was superior to Owen in every way, and his devotion to the Archdemon was evident for all to see!

Why?

Why didn't the Archdemon love him, but instead chose a feeble, pretty-faced weakling?

Why!

He refused to accept it!

In an instant, he snorted two streams of fiery breath from his nostrils and charged forward like a speeding war chariot, shattering the void and appearing directly before Owen.

The two massive broadswords slashed down at Owen's head, aiming to crush him into minced meat!

Bovinar's strike was ruthless. Most of the Demon Realm creatures hadn't even realized what had happened before seeing Bovinar's lethal strike aimed at Owen.

Standing under the lock of the two broadswords, Owen's expression remained calm. He stood still, unmoving.

Boom!

In the next instant, a deafening thud erupted. The attacking Bovinar was suddenly sent flying backward, his fur-covered chest torn apart by twisted black magic, drenched in blood.

He crashed heavily into the ground, creating a deep crater.

"Today is my and the Demon King's joyous wedding day. I don't want to kill, so I'll spare your life. Now, get lost. If you persist in your foolishness, I will kill without mercy!"

The Archdemon stared coldly at Bovinar, murder intent radiating from her gaze.

Cough cough~

Bovinar coughed twice, then swiftly leapt out of the pit, landing steadily on the ground. He shook off the dust clinging to him.

"Archdemon, can't you give me a chance to prove myself?"

"I can do it. I'm better than all the other beings. I can grow to the point where I can protect

you!"

Even though the Archdemon's killing intent was palpable, Bovinar showed no fear, staring firmly into the Archdemon's eyes.

"If you don't like my temper, I can change it. If you don't like my appearance, I can alter it at

will!"

As he spoke, Bovinar's appearance and form began to change endlessly. Whether it was a tall, muscular human with eight-pack abs, a long-haired, androgynous figure, or even a dancer with a penchant for basketball, he shifted effortlessly between them all.

Seeing this, Owen pondered thoughtfully.

As expected, once one's power reached a certain level, any form, race, or appearance could be

freely altered. After all, a god-tier mage had long transcended the mortal realm.

The Archdemon's claim of liking him, at least for his appearance, didn't hold water.

Bovinar's transformations included several extremely handsome men.

Moreover, at the Archdemon's level, appearance was no longer important.

What mattered was one's essence...

In that case, Bovinar's strength and passion surpassed Owen's in every way, and even his

talent far exceeded his own.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

After all, Owen's current strength and so-called unmatched talent were mostly due to his own

efforts and the system's support.

Without these, he would have been just an ordinary mage.

Considering all this, he seemed to be inferior to Bovinar in every aspect.

Then, what exactly did the Archdemon see in him, or what did she need from him?

Faintly, Owen felt he had grasped something crucial, but it was still just out of reach, like seeing flowers through a mist.

At this moment, as Bovinar continued to prattle, the Archdemon glared at him coldly.

"Are you done?"

Seeing the Archdemon's icy aura and the flickering flames of anger in her eyes, a sense of impending death washed over Bovinar.

Bovinar sighed in despair. He wasn't afraid to die, but the look of disgust and loathing in the Archdemon's eyes made him feel as if he were being tortured by a thousand cuts.

"Alright, alright, it's my fault for being presumptuous today. Since the Archdemon loathes me so much, I'll leave now. But I have a few words to say before I go."

Saying this, Bovinar shifted his gaze to Owen.

The murderous intent that once emanated from him gradually turned into defeat and

despondency.

"Owen, the Archdemon's heart is set on you. This is the blessing of countless lifetimes. If you dare to treat the Archdemon poorly, no matter how far you run, I will never let you go!" After speaking, he turned back to the Archdemon, tentatively asking, "Can we... can we still be

friends in the future? Can we still meet again?"

"Scram!"

The Archdemon slapped him, sending his massive body flying with a surge of mana.

"You two must be happy, Archdemon! And if you ever get tired of him, I'll be waiting for

you!"

Bovinar's voice echoed faintly from the horizon.

Owen's mouth twitched. This Bovinar's love for the Archdemon ran deep to his core.