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

Chapter 78: Chapter78-Spear of Longinus



Owen steadied himself, his gaze following the length of the spear to its tip.

The spearhead was sharp, a slender, razor-edged crescent moon radiating an unimaginable intensity of killing intent, dyeing the void red and causing the surrounding mana to boil.

Just looking at it for a moment made Owen's eyes turn blood red, with an endless killing intent surging uncontrollably from the depths of his heart.

At this moment, as the Fallen Angel broke through the formations and smashed through the city walls, appearing within the capital, the once clear sky darkened, like a deep night, exuding a nameless desolation that made everyone's spirits tremble.

This abnormality had long attracted the attention of the various geniuses within the capital.

"A Fallen Angel?! How can such a terrifying existence appear here? This is a legendary creature that even a diamond-tier mage cannot contend with!"

"I don't know, but it seems its target is the Azure Palace!"

"Such a creature wouldn't appear for no reason. I have a bad feeling about this!"

"Before the Fallen Angel appeared, there was already chaos in the capital. I heard that Kyrik's Penal Minister came to demand answers, claiming Owen assassinated their Prince Billy."

"I heard that too. King Aldric intended to hand Owen over to quell the unrest, but seeing the current chaos in the capital, things don't seem to be going smoothly."

"Do you think Owen might have clashed with the Azure royal family?"

"It's very possible. Rumor has it that the Great Elder of the Council of Elders encountered a Fallen Angel during his travels..."

"Oh? Could the Fallen Angel be after Owen?!"

The crowd's heated discussion reached this point, and they widened their eyes, looking in the direction of the palace.

Although it seemed incredible, with the Fallen Angel already here, what else could be impossible?

Moreover, within the capital now, it seemed that only Owen warranted such a grand display. "An unprecedented Domination Leaderboard first place really attracts trouble."

"I wonder what the situation in the palace is like. This Fallen Angel is too terrifying; otherwise, I'd go and see for myself."

As the countless geniuses discussed, the Fallen Angel seemed to grow even more furious. A sharp, knife-like chill emanated from it, spreading out in layers as it flapped its wings faster.

The cold spread in rippling waves, freezing the air and forming ice crystals that continuously fell to the ground.

The ground, houses, and even the frightened people trying to dodge were all frozen in place, covered with a layer of frost, unable to move, their souls feeling like they were being pierced by ice, causing them to wail in agony.

This cold continued to spread throughout the entire capital, as if it intended to turn the city into a bone-chilling ice kingdom!

The speed of this cold's spread was rapid. Standing on the street outside the palace, Owen tightly gripped the Spear of Longinus.

The cold waves spreading from afar formed brilliant ice crystals on the ground, covering shops and rooftops with thick ice and snow.

But as the cold waves approached Owen, the Spear of Longinus in his hand suddenly vibrated slightly, seeming to fuse with his arm.

The killing intent that was already swirling around him like red threads suddenly surged, turning into a crimson tide that spread in all directions.

The icy ripples that approached were shattered by this tangible killing intent, unable to get any closer.

At the same time, as this killing intent began to spread, the ground began to sink, as if being crushed by a heavy object, forming blood-red marks that spread downward and outward.

Owen gripped the Spear of Longinus even more tightly, his bones creaking.

From the spear came not only killing intent but also an unimaginable power boost. Mana poured into him like a flood, causing his body to swell.

Even with Owen pushing Obsidify to its limit, his entire body turning into black iron, the continuous influx of mana from the spear was still distorting his body.

Slaughter!

Slaughter!

It seemed that both his spirit and body could only relieve the discomfort and pain through such means.

Especially with the continuous influx of mana into his body, Owen felt an overwhelming surge of power and a growing desire for a frenzied release.

Several guards from the Council of Elders followed Owen, originally planning to strike when he showed any signs of vulnerability.

However, as soon as they approached him, the tidal wave of killing intent rushed over them, pressing down heavily.

Though they were gold-tier mages, considered prominent figures among mages, under this pressure, they were like ants, utterly powerless.

They could only grit their teeth and resist the pressure.

But they only lasted a moment before their bodies exploded, becoming part of the misty killing intent.

The deaths of these mages made the Spear of Longinus even more ecstatic.

Blood!

Slaughter!

Countless deep voices echoed in Owen's ears, like the temptation of demons, urging him to plunge into them and wield even greater power.

However, Owen's mental strength was extraordinary.

He let out a long howl, forcibly resisting the influence of the killing intent.

Though the Spear of Longinus was powerful, it indeed suffered from the angel king's blood curse as described. Once activated, it would inevitably cause a backlash!

...

As Owen's killing intent grew more terrifying while he held the Spear of Longinus, Ymir, who was helping John recover from his injuries, immediately sensed it and looked worriedly in Owen's direction.

The increasing killing intent within Owen could very well cause his body to explode, and even

drive him to madness.

Owen was in danger!

Thinking of the contract ring in Owen's possession, and knowing that Owen was someone she must protect, Ymir couldn't afford any delay.

She quickly withdrew her own magic and transmitted a message to John:

"Stay here and recuperate; I'll be back soon!"

Ymir said this without explaining further to John and hurriedly left him.

John was meditating to heal his injuries and didn't expect Ymir to leave so hastily. It was the first time he had seen her in such a hurry, even more so than when he himself had faced life-

threatening situations.

"Ymir, where are you going? I'll come with you!" Despite feeling a bit disgruntled, John opened his eyes, hoping to help his mentor in some way.

Although injured, he was still quite powerful.

Hearing John's words, Ymir's eyelid twitched. John had developed a deep hatred for Owen, a grudge that wouldn't end until one of them was dead. She couldn't explain the complicated situation to him, so she pretended not to hear and quickened her pace, leaving even faster. Seeing this, John felt that something was different about Ymir. It seemed she was hiding something from him. He frowned slightly and looked in the direction Ymir was heading.

There, he could vaguely see the terrifying figure of the Fallen Angel.

Not far from the Fallen Angel, he could also sense Owen's presence!

It seemed that Owen was going to fight the Fallen Angel!

John's eyes widened in surprise. As Ymir's disciple, he naturally knew about the Fallen Angel and was well aware of the terror and power of this unique creature.

If his senses were correct, Owen had no chance of surviving this battle! There was absolutely

no hope of survival, and even if Owen had some hidden card to kill the Fallen Angel, it would

only attract more Fallen Angels!

Being entangled with the Fallen Angel meant a relentless, never-ending battle!

A sinister smile crept onto his face. Although Owen wouldn't die by his hand, his imminent

death was still something to celebrate.

But the next moment, his smile froze.

Ymir was rushing over so urgently. Could it be to protect Owen?!

Once this thought entered his mind, it was like a nightmare that wouldn't go away.

He couldn't believe it to be true, nor did he want to think it possible.

Yet, Ymir's unusual behavior only reinforced his suspicion.

With Ymir's strength, what could possibly shock her so much?

Thinking of this, John's eyes filled with blood, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his

nails pierced his flesh, dripping blood, yet he seemed not to feel it.

At this moment, he felt an unprecedented loneliness and frustration.

His glory, everything that should have belonged to him, had been taken by Owen!

"Owen! I will ruin you!"

The roar of a wounded beast erupted from John's throat. The turbulent and chaotic mana swirled around the hotel room, sweeping up the desk and bed before shattering them into

dust.