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

Chapter 425: Chapter421-One Against Five



"Attack together! This time, we leave Owen no chance!"

As the three celestial gods under Loki reeled from their injuries, the ancient entities of the Forbidden Zone fixed their eyes on Owen.

Their killing intent coalesced, becoming so palpable it seemed to slice the air like a blade. The massive, writhing body of the ancient entity from the Infinity Tower began to transform. From its grotesque flesh emerged a hand of alabaster perfection, carved like marble.

Atop this hand, a towering nine-tiered white spire radiated endless brilliance.

The intricate runes inscribed on the tower lit up, summoning phantom holy angels, which, under the infusion of its fleshly power, solidified and came to life.

These spectral beings, with razor-sharp feathered wings, launched themselves toward Owen, their flight creating hurricane-like gusts that blotted out the sky.

Feeling the deathly waves emanating from the holy angels, Owen gripped the Godslayer Sword tightly and unleashed a sweeping slash.

A river of sword energy, spanning tens of thousands of meters, roared through the heavens, slicing through the phantoms.

The holy angels shattered into nothingness upon contact with the surging blade, disintegrating into scattered fragments of light.

But before Owen could catch his breath, the bone colossus, an ancient entity composed entirely of blackened skeletal remains, raised a massive hand and struck toward the river of sword energy.

The impact sent shockwaves through the void as sharp, horn-like bone spikes erupted from its palm, shooting forth like a sea urchin's spines toward the cascading sword energy.

The collision obliterated the surrounding void, creating ripples that spread outward like waves on water.

Those witnessing the scene felt their hearts clench in terror.

These two Forbidden Zone entities were unimaginably powerful.

Yet, even their combined strikes had been crushed under Owen's blade.

Owen's strength was staggering.

Just when it seemed he had reached his limits, Owen unleashed an even greater display of power, defying expectations once again.

But before the crowd could recover from their shock, the ancient entities from the Forbidden Sea and the Heaven of Desire launched their attacks.

The entity from the Forbidden Sea, its form an ever-shifting tide of black water, surged forward with deafening roars.

The black tide battered the void, eroding the lingering sword energy and swallowing it completely.

Meanwhile, the entity from the Heaven of Desire fixed its gaze on Owen.

From its eyes radiated thick, clinging waves of black light, imbued with an otherworldly allure.

The oppressive energy rippled through the Demon Realm, manifesting hallucinations and disorienting all who came into contact with it.

In an instant, everyone's minds were plunged into terrifying illusions.

Those watching saw their deepest fears come to life, pulling them into a waking nightmare.

As they struggled against the illusions, a chilling bell tolled-a sound that seemed to transcend space and time.

It echoed in their ears, distorting their thoughts and twisting their consciousness.

Even the Throne Celestials observing the battle paled at the sound.

"The ancient entity of the Heaven of Desire has gone mad! It's using the Bell of Perdition!"

Many recognized the tolling of the bell.

Legends told that the Bell of Perdition heralded the obliteration of souls, capable of annihilating entire realms in an instant.

Rarely wielded, it was one of the Heaven of Desire's most feared artifacts.

And now, faced with Owen, they had deployed this apocalyptic weapon, leaving no room for escape.

The bell's toll warped the void itself, sending ripples of energy that disrupted the souls and minds of all living beings.

Weaker mages collapsed, vomiting blood as their souls fragmented under the bell's

resonance.

At Academy City, where mages gathered to record the battle, many stood frozen in horror. They had thought the Forbidden Zone entities would rely on their own immense power to confront Owen.

But now, even their most dreadful artifacts were in play.

These forbidden tools, forged from rare and indestructible mana stones, could only be wielded by Throne Celestials.

Their appearance signified nothing less than an absolute desire to erase Owen from existence.

Within the bell's malevolent soundscape, Owen found himself surrounded by illusions. Phantasms of his past adversaries materialized before him, circling like vengeful spirits.

"Owen! You took my life-now I'll take yours!"

"Owen, even in the depths of hell, I didn't think I'd see you again!"

"Owen, the suffering you've caused us-you'll taste it all now!"

The voices blended together, forming an oppressive chorus that pressed down on Owen.

But Owen, unable to pierce through the layers of illusions, closed his eyes.

"You were all nothing but defeated foes," he said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion.

"And now, even in death, you dare to challenge me? Be gone!"

In that moment, time seemed to freeze.

The Godslayer Sword in Owen's hand erupted with radiant light.

With one sweeping slash, Owen shattered the endless illusions.

The phantoms that had surrounded him-his most formidable past enemies-were obliterated, reduced to nothingness.

The sword's energy continued forward, slicing through the void and striking the ancient entity of the Heaven of Desire.

Though vast cosmic rivers lay between them, the sword's brilliance bridged the distance in an instant, leaving no room for escape.

The Heaven of Desire entity attempted to retreat, but as it moved, its massive form began to crack and shatter under the relentless assault of the sword.

Slash!

The blade tore through flesh, splattering iridescent blood across the heavens.

The Heaven of Desire entity recoiled in pain, grievously wounded by Owen's strike.

Even the Bell of Perdition, a seemingly indestructible artifact, quivered and cracked under the

attack, a deep scar marring its surface.

The crowd of onlookers was left speechless, their mouths agape in astonishment.

The Bell of Perdition had been regarded as an unstoppable weapon, capable of reducing any

foe to dust.

Yet Owen, not only withstood its power but also managed to wound its wielder and damage

the artifact itself-a feat unprecedented in history.

Sargeras's expression grew darker, his tone grim.

"This man... he still hasn't reached his limits."

"But no matter how he struggles, he cannot change his fate!"

With those words, Sargeras charged at Owen, his entire form radiating killing intent.

Though Owen's strength was overwhelming, the toll of his attacks was evident.

The aura around him was beginning to wane, the price of his power taking its toll.

The ancient entity from the Infinity Tower took its turn, forming its flesh into a towering

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The spire descended upon Owen, radiating an oppressive aura that sought to reduce everything in its path to the same pale, pulsating mass of flesh.

"Owen, stop your futile resistance. Today, you will die," it declared coldly.

As the Throne Celestials stopped holding back and unleashed their full strength, Owen's eyes

narrowed.

"Come, then," he said with a chilling smile. "All of you. Show me the limits of your power!"

With that, the murderous aura surrounding Owen surged outward, condensing into a blood-

red formation.

The Godslayer Array.

The moment the array appeared, the sky itself seemed to shatter.

Waves of destructive energy rippled outward, fracturing the void. The Forbidden Zone entities, along with Sargeras, felt a rare flicker of unease.

Even the recording mages of the Pure Land trembled as they observed. "Five Throne Celestials attacking Owen at once-this is beyond despicable!"

"Owen is in grave danger now!"

"But that array... it seems extraordinary. Could it possibly turn the tide?"

In all their years of documenting history, none of them had ever witnessed a single mage stand alone against five Throne Celestials.