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

Chapter 381: Chapter377-Burning Legion



The two argued for quite a while, but neither could prevail over the other, and they finally settled down.

At this moment, Ferola glared at Owen in frustration. She had meticulously planned everything with the hope of strengthening her relationship with him, but now it had turned into such a mess.

In her eyes, much of the blame lay squarely on Owen.

"Why weren't you affected by Cupid's Heart?" she demanded.

This was something she had never anticipated, and it was precisely this unforeseen turn of events that caused her nearly perfect plan to fail.

The Lord of the Celestial God Palace also looked at Owen with a disgruntled expression.

They were all celestial god mages-why was Owen an exception? As women, they had been unable to resist the influence of Cupid's Heart, and logically, a man like Owen should have been even more susceptible. After all, Cupid's Heart wasn't something one could counter with sheer strength-it was a rule unto itself.

Owen chuckled lightly and said, "Cupid's Heart is indeed powerful, but I've encountered something even more formidable: the Blood Rose."

"Blood Rose?"

Hearing this, both Ferola and the Lord of the Celestial God Palace were visibly shaken.

The Blood Rose was incredibly rare. Even in the resource-abundant Pure Land, it was an anomaly. Neither of them had ever seen one. It was said that encountering this legendary flower was purely a matter of fate.

To think Owen had seen one!

No wonder he had been immune to Cupid's influence!

Ferola suddenly realized this and felt a sense of helplessness. This attempt to manipulate Owen had relied on catching him off guard, but it had ultimately failed, exposing one of her key assets in the process. The chances of pulling off something similar in the future were virtually nonexistent.

The Lord of the Celestial God Palace also looked at Owen, defeated. Although she was annoyed at being inadvertently dragged into Ferola's scheme, she couldn't deny her grudging respect. Despite all of Ferola's meticulous planning, it had amounted to nothing against Owen.

How many hidden aces did this man have?

How many secrets remained unknown?

Deep and unfathomable.

A boundless future.

As the Lord of the Celestial God Palace gazed at Owen's figure, such thoughts involuntarily filled her mind. The more she learned about him, the more she realized she couldn't fully grasp his depths. She suddenly recalled her grandfather's unusual instructions to accompany Owen and make amends.

Now, she was beginning to understand why.

Noticing the Lord of the Celestial God Palace staring blankly at Owen, Ferola sneered, "If you want to keep gawking at him, go ahead and do it here."

With that, she spun on her heel and left.

"Well, I may be many things, but at least I'm not desperate like some people!" the Lord of the Celestial God Palace retorted.

Seeing the two bicker again, Owen rubbed his temples in exasperation.

"What a pair of troublemakers!" he muttered.

Shaking his head, he began collecting the treasures in the hall, especially the Hell Grinder, filling his internal storage to capacity. Only then did he step out of the grand hall. The three of them finally left together.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

...

As they exited the Chamber of Riches and returned to the desert, their expressions froze simultaneously.

What had been a barren wasteland was now teeming with hellfire demons, each wreathed in emerald-green flames. These flames connected seamlessly to form an ocean of fire, transforming the area into a searing inferno. The heat waves sliced through their skin like blades, and each breath left their throats painfully dry. The air felt utterly devoid of moisture.

Beyond the hellfire demons, countless winged demons darkened the skies.

"Hellfire... demons... Burning Legion!"

Seeing this, Ferola's face grew grim, and the Lord of the Celestial God Palace instinctively tightened her grip on her thunder staff. They both recognized the massive army before them.

The Burning Legion, infamous for wreaking havoc across the Pure Land countless times, was unmistakable, even in ashes.

"This isn't supposed to be the Burning Legion's time to strike!" the Lord of the Celestial God Palace exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock.

The Burning Legion's devastating presence was unmistakable and nearly impossible to disguise. They usually only acted in the chaos following the collapse of an epoch. For them to mobilize now was far too soon!

Owen also recognized the Burning Legion and said coldly, "So, this is now a fight to the death?"

Owen remembered all too well the power of the Burning Legion, especially their leader, Sargeras, who was, in truth, a puppet of The Celestial and Loki.

This sudden mobilization could only mean Loki had given the order. A cautious and vindictive figure, Loki had clearly decided to stop at nothing to eliminate Owen.

The Burning Legion's strength was terrifying, and their deployment now made it clear that Loki's patience had run out-he was determined to kill.

As if sensing an overwhelming presence, Owen abruptly looked toward the distant void. His piercing gaze cut through the endless expanse, locking onto a massive figure enveloped in flames.

The being had twin horns and a hideous, demonic visage. His eyes, brimming with rage and destruction, emanated a chilling, murderous intent.

Behind him stretched the full might of the Burning Legion, leaving nothing but scorched earth and ashes in their wake. At this moment, the fiery figure was also gazing directly at

Owen.

"Owen, the greatest genius of all time!"

"Burning Legion, Sargeras!"

The two locked eyes across an unfathomable distance, and the void between them exploded

violently. Shockwaves of space-rending energy rippled outward.

In the Pure Land, those monitoring Sargeras' movements were stunned.

The Burning Legion's target was Owen.

Owen had arrived in the Pure Land!

Their hearts surged with hope-could Owen create a miracle and destroy the Burning Legion?

After all, each invasion by the Burning Legion had only brought destruction and sorrow.

...

In the desert.

The Lord of the Celestial God Palace scanned the area, her expression slightly easing.

"At least the dark titan Sargeras hasn't arrived here yet. He's as ancient and powerful as the planes themselves. If he comes, who knows what chaos will ensue!"

Owen shook his head. "He's on his way. When he arrives, his first targets will be us and the

Azure Kingdom!"

Ferola squinted. She knew all too well the terror of Sargeras. Among the mages in the Pure Land, few, if any, could stand against him.

The Burning Legion would bring all the Pure Land's forces to their knees. Once Sargeras arrived, many factions would meet their doom.

"Owen, what should we do next?" the Lord of the Celestial God Palace asked anxiously.

"Follow me and fight our way out!" Owen said decisively.

Though the Burning Legion was fearsome, they weren't invincible.

"Owen, I'll join you!"

The Lord of the Celestial God Palace and Ferola spoke almost simultaneously, then glared at

each other.

"Why are you tagging along with him?"

"My grandfather instructed me to stay by Owen's side! What about you, you scheming

snake?"

Ferola scoffed. "Owen and I are partners. It's only natural for us to act together. What about

you, deadweight?"

The Lord of the Celestial God Palace seethed. "Who are you calling deadweight?"

As the two began to argue again, Owen rubbed his temples in frustration.

"If you say one more word, leave my side immediately."

The two women huffed, glaring at each other before turning away in silence.

"The Burning Legion is growing. We can't linger here. Let's break through together!" Without hesitation, Owen charged forward. With the Hell Grinder secured, his next move was to find Leslie in the Emerald Dreamscape. She should have already subdued Ysera by now.

Watching Owen's retreating figure, Ferola quickly followed. Owen was their best hope against the Burning Legion.

The Lord of the Celestial God Palace, recalling her grandfather's instructions and Owen's profound talents, also surged forward.