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

Chapter 427: Chapter423-One Against Eight



The ancient entities of the Forbidden Zone were left in shock, a faint trace of dread rising within their hearts.

Owen's previous strike had been so devastating that none of them were certain they could have withstood it had it been directed at them instead of the ancient entity of the Heaven of Desire.

Owen now shifted his gaze to Caesar, his eyes brimming with a potent killing intent.

He understood Caesar all too well-an opportunist, a schemer willing to use any means necessary to achieve his goals. Among the Throne Celestials present, it was Caesar who posed the greatest threat to Owen.

Despite his youth, Caesar's hidden strength made him a danger that could not be underestimated. A moment of carelessness could lead to a devastating reversal.

As Owen scrutinized him, Caesar returned the gaze with a calm, calculating look.

"Your fate is sealed, Owen," Caesar said, a faint smile on his lips. "Don't blame me for it."

He then turned his attention to Venus.

"Lady Venus, it's time for us to act together."

Venus's pupils constricted at his words. To strike against Owen was a line she had never imagined crossing. Yet thoughts of her father, trapped and tormented, gnawed at her resolve. Her lips trembled, her hands clenched into fists, and her body quivered with indecision.

Seeing Venus wavering, Caesar decided to push her further.

"Lady Venus," he said with a soft sigh, "if we don't act now, the God of Light will continue to suffer in agony. You are a dutiful daughter, are you not? Surely you cannot bear to see your father endure this torment."

At this, Venus's hands clenched tighter, her knuckles turning white. After a long silence, she looked at Caesar and finally relented.

"Caesar, you had better keep your word," she said coldly. "If you don't, we will be enemies for life."

Caesar dismissed her threat with a faint smirk. Her compliance was all that mattered.

To him, this was another step in taming the untamed beast that was Venus. Forced submission now would make future control far easier.

"Venus, you will be mine," he thought to himself. "No matter how much you struggle, you'll never escape my grasp."

He turned back to Owen, his expression still relaxed.

"Why not surrender, Owen? We're only doing this to save the God of Light. A small sacrifice from you is a reasonable price, wouldn't you agree?"

Owen let out a cold laugh. Caesar's hypocrisy was revolting. It was clear to Owen that Caesar's supposed noble intentions were merely a pretense to further his own ambitions.

"Everyone," Caesar called out, his tone sharpening, "let's strike together. We cannot give Owen another chance."

With that, a tempest of soul energy erupted from Caesar, spreading in all directions.

The three black-robed celestial gods under Loki, who had previously been forced to retreat by Owen, now regrouped. Their expressions were cold and filled with renewed determination.

Earlier, they had underestimated Owen and paid the price. Now, with Caesar, Venus, Sargeras, and the remaining Forbidden Zone entities joining the fray, they sought to seal off every avenue of escape.

Each figure surrounding Owen carried immense power and an extraordinary lineage.

Owen's gaze swept across the assembly, pausing momentarily on Venus.

Once his closest ally, she now stood against him.

Venus met Owen's gaze with a complex expression but quickly steeled herself.

"Owen, I'm doing this for my father. I hope you can understand," she said, her voice tinged with sorrow.

With that, her aura flared, her resolve hardening.

Owen sighed softly. "It seems your desire to kill me has reached its peak," he said, gripping the Godslayer Sword tightly.

"Come," he declared, his voice brimming with defiance. "Show me the limits of your strength!"

Caesar sneered at Owen's audacity. Such arrogance, he thought, was nothing short of suicidal.

A wave of oppressive soul energy radiated from Caesar, transforming the atmosphere.

The world around them grew hazy and surreal, as though everyone had been drawn into a dreamscape where Caesar reigned supreme.

Even Sargeras and the other Forbidden Zone entities were taken aback.

They had known Caesar was formidable, but this display far exceeded their expectations.

Caesar's purely spiritual form seemed to amplify his power to terrifying levels. Being targeted by him was an experience unlike any other, an oppressive force that felt inescapable.

Owen immediately turned his focus to Caesar.

"Slaying God, activate," he intoned.

A deadly energy burst forth from Owen's sword, designed to deal devastating damage to mage-tier entities and above.

Caesar, unfazed, sneered as his form shifted slightly, his ethereal body rippling like liquid. "Kill," Caesar commanded.

The dreamscape trembled under the weight of his will.

A decayed, ruinous aura filled the air, transforming the battlefield into an ancient warzone of death and despair.

Owen found himself surrounded by spectral armies-mages clad in ghostly armor, their faces twisted with malevolence. Though illusions, they exuded an air of palpable danger.

This phantasmal army surged toward Owen, their mana flaring with explosive intensity. Owen swung the Godslayer Sword, unleashing radiant arcs of sword energy, but his attacks dissipated upon contact with the spectral figures as though they existed on separate planes of reality.

The phantasms, however, locked onto Owen and hurled themselves at him, their mana coalescing into dense Order runes before detonating.

...

BOOM!

The explosions rocked the battlefield, sending Owen hurtling backward. Even with his immense power, the relentless magical assaults left him momentarily stunned.

But Caesar was far from finished.

"Thunder!"

"Earthfire!"

"Tempest!"

With each word Caesar uttered, the world responded.

Lightning forked across the skies, a thousand silver serpents writhing in a dazzling storm.

Flames erupted from the ground, transforming the earth into a searing wasteland.

Winds howled like an unstoppable gale, tearing through the void itself.

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Owen bore the brunt of these attacks, his body battered and bloodied. With each successive

strike, new wounds appeared, his breaths growing ragged.

At last, a deafening explosion echoed across the battlefield, sending Owen flying. Blood

streamed from his eyes, ears, and mouth.

Caesar, too, showed signs of exhaustion. His rapid and overwhelming attacks had drained him significantly, yet his excitement was palpable.

Owen's aura was visibly weakening, and victory seemed within Caesar's grasp.

The other Forbidden Zone entities and Loki's celestial gods, emboldened by Caesar's

performance, felt their confidence swell.

Owen's Godslayer Array, which had once struck fear into their hearts, now began to crack and

falter under the relentless onslaught.

And Caesar, sensing the tide turning in their favor, pressed forward with renewed ferocity, determined to end Owen once and for all.