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

Chapter 79: Chapter79-The Angel's Roar



On the street.

Pedestrians and mages hurriedly fled in terror, the cries of children and the panicked screams of people blending into a cacophony.

The news of the Fallen Angel approaching had spread throughout the imperial capital, causing great panic like a plague.

Especially as more and more people in the city died tragically, frozen into ice sculptures under the influence of the Fallen Angel's aura, only to shatter into powder amidst the tremors.

Scenes like a living hell turned the capital into complete chaos.

Amidst the crowd fleeing in terror from the path of the Fallen Angel, Owen, wielding the Spear of Longinus, moved against the flow of people.

Leaping and running along rooftops, he steadily approached the incoming Fallen Angel. When Owen reached the south of the city, he paused slightly.

This was originally where the Council of Elders was stationed, now plunged into a chaotic battle.

Mages from the Chrysanthemum Hotel, led by Leslie, were fiercely battling against the mages of the Council of Elders.

The fight was incredibly intense.

The blue brick ground was already full of potholes, chaotic magical fluctuations rising and falling like tides.

Large sections of buildings had collapsed, turning into seas of fire, with black smoke pillars shooting straight into the sky.

The mages of the Council of Elders had all received the best training, with high-quality staffs and skills.

The mages under Leslie's command, on the other hand, had a rougher demeanor, displaying a variety of magical skills, most of them quite ordinary.

However, in terms of timing, proficiency, and the ferocity of their attacks, they far exceeded the mages of the Council of Elders, clearly having been honed through blood and fire.

At this point, both sides were evenly matched, the sound of explosions continuous, and the casualties severe.

The battle had reached a fever pitch, with both sides fighting to the death.

Even with the Fallen Angel about to pass through, neither side showed any signs of retreating or leaving.

Overall, although the battle was becoming increasingly intense, the mages of the Council of Elders were beginning to have thoughts of retreat and lacked the resolve of those battle- hardened mages.

If this continued, the mages of the Council of Elders were bound to be defeated.

Owen let out a slight sigh of relief.

However, just as he relaxed and prepared to head straight for the Fallen Angel, he noticed a figure materializing before him.

"Ymir?"

The moment he saw the figure, Owen's eyelids twitched, and he quickly looked around, not seeing John's figure anywhere.

"Owen, leave now! The power of the Fallen Angel is far beyond what you can contend with. Once he targets you, you're as good as dead, and even I can't save you!"

Ymir's stunning face was extremely serious, her beautiful eyes fixed stubbornly on Owen. "The Fallen Angel is indeed very powerful, but I have the Spear of Longinus!"

Owen knew that Ymir appeared here because of the contract ring, not out of genuine concern for him, so he did not back down, clutching the spear in his hand tightly.

"Spear of Longinus?!"

Ymir took a look at the spear in Owen's hand and gasped.

Even though the murderous aura emanating from Owen had already made her aware that he possessed a formidable weapon, hearing from Owen that it was the Spear of Longinus still shocked her to the core, causing her to take a few steps back.

The fearsome reputation of the Spear of Longinus was well-known among all ancient beings, striking terror into the hearts of all living creatures!

"Owen! Although this spear is incredibly powerful, it is excessively malevolent and is also haunted by the resentment of the King of Angels. Using it will surely lead to a backlash, putting your very life at risk!"

Ymir's face was grim. Owen truly was fearless, not only daring to confront the Fallen Angel but also boldly wielding the Spear of Longinus!

This was a weapon that even the gods feared!

However, Ymir's dread and apprehension towards the Spear of Longinus only served to strengthen Owen's resolve.

Although the spear might cause a backlash to himself, it granted him tangible power and could completely annihilate the Fallen Angel, preventing it from marking him.

Therefore, faced with Ymir's obstruction, Owen did not hesitate and continued toward the Fallen Angel. The killing intent emanating from him, fueled by the continuous mana infusion from the Spear of Longinus, almost solidified into a blood-colored battle armor on his body, with ghastly bone spikes that made one's skin crawl.

As Owen charged straight towards the Fallen Angel, Ymir wanted to rush forward to stop him, but she realized that the Fallen Angel had already been drawn to Owen's aura.

The presence of the Spear of Longinus made the Fallen Angel, hidden beneath a black cloak, slightly raise its gaunt face, revealing deep-set, pitch-black eyes like two living abysses of hell.

Ymir's heart skipped a beat. Although she was not directly targeted by the Fallen Angel, the sudden surge in its aura made her sense a strong feeling of danger. If she were to be targeted, even she might not survive!

Growing more anxious, Ymir watched as Owen, shrouded in the armor of killing intent, suppressed the cold aura emitted by the Fallen Angel in an instant, like melting snow under a

scorching sun.

With the spread of the

red killing intent, the Fallen Angel seemed significantly weakened, and the hellish black gas constantly emanating from its cloak gradually retracted.

"Die, die..."

A raspy voice, like nails scraping against a skull, came from the Fallen Angel. Its wings on its back flapped, and its figure disappeared, reappearing eerily behind Owen.

The Fallen Angel's tall, burly figure stood behind Owen like an upright black shadow. The horn-like curved blade hidden in its sleeve was gripped in a reverse hold, and the hooked blade slashed downward abruptly, splitting the air and creating an arm-thick vacuum.

Owen had been focused on the Fallen Angel, but in an instant, he lost sight of it, causing his

heart to tighten.

Only when the curved blade approached did Owen suddenly sense the bone-chilling killing intent from behind. He immediately twisted his body and swept the spear horizontally.

The spear shattered the air, creating a fan-shaped arc as brilliant as flames, twisting the space into an up-and-down distorted arc.

The speed of the descending curved blade slowed significantly under the surge of killing intent, as if it were stuck in a quagmire.

It was in this brief moment of stasis that Owen managed to deflect the curved blade with his spear. Sparks flew at the point of contact, and the sharp sound of metal clashing mixed with chaotic energy filled the air.

The ground beneath Owen's feet seemed to have been plowed, with dirt surging and rolling, creating fist-thick cracks.

In the next moment, Owen took a step back, his spear vibrating and humming incessantly.

His palm had traces of blood, with torn flesh causing a twisted, agonizing pain. However, the blood and darkness quickly flickered and healed.

Conversely, the Fallen Angel was forced back several meters until it spread its wings abruptly

to stop its retreat.

The horn-like curved blade it held in a reverse grip had a nick on its edge, with cracks starting

to spread from the nick.

With its weapon damaged, the Fallen Angel stared intently at the Spear of Longinus in Owen's hand, its dread and madness growing even stronger, a fear rooted deep in its bloodline!

This innate killing intent was even stronger than its desire to kill Leslie, the contractor.

It seemed as if Owen was its natural arch-enemy, destined for a fight to the death!

This feeling, like an invisible hand, drove the Fallen Angel to attack Owen until one of them

perished!

The Fallen Angel's aura pressed in from all directions, turning the world pitch black, devoid

of light and color.

The Fallen Angel's figure merged completely with the darkness.

Endless darkness, like chattering black insects, swarmed toward Owen with murderous intent.

Owen gripped his spear tightly with both hands, the blood-colored killing intent radiating from him, staining the earth and the void around him red.

The waves of blood surged and crashed against the encroaching darkness, emitting a piercing

wail and forcing the night to retreat continuously.

Under the killing intent of the Spear of Longinus, the eerie domain conjured by the Fallen Angel could not affect Owen. Instead, the ever-expanding killing intent continuously drove it

back.

This seemed to be within the Fallen Angel's expectations.

"Abyss, absolute darkness!"

The deep, ethereal voice sounded, reaching Owen's ears in an instant.

A dark halo, like an enormous black ring, descended from the sky.

As the halo fell, houses, earth, and roots quickly turned insubstantial, becoming the deepest,

darkest abyss.

In the abyss, wisps of black smoke swirled, revealing countless pairs of glowing black eyes

gazing up at the heavens from its depths.

Then, one after another, decayed, withered hands slowly reached out toward Owen.

This decay seemed capable of corroding even time itself, turning the world into a desolate

autumn yellow.

Wails and moans echoed endlessly across the land.

Owen felt his hearing gradually disappear, followed by his sight, smell... it was as if he was sinking into a state of complete sensory deprivation.