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

Chapter 409: Chapter405-The Former Hell



Outside the Emerald Dreamscape, factions from across the realms had gathered.

Members of Windshadow and Academy City were among the first to arrive, eager to document this historic moment.

"Sargeras has openly challenged Owen. How will Owen respond?"

"If Owen accepts, he'll fall into the trap laid by Sargeras and The Celestial. If he refuses, they'll exploit the situation to tarnish his reputation. This is clearly orchestrated by forces behind the scenes who won't give Owen a chance to escape."

"Regardless of his decision, the situation is highly unfavorable for him!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, a heavy tension weighing on everyone.

Even those who weren't particularly fond of Owen now placed their hopes on him.

With the Burning Legion threatening to annihilate Pure Land and its inhabitants, many saw Owen as the last beacon of salvation.

Yet, they remained uncertain.

While Owen was powerful and had the potential to turn the tide, he wasn't known as a self- sacrificing hero.

Amidst the cacophony of voices, a streak of light suddenly shot through the sky, arriving at the center of attention.

Owen had arrived.

Many instantly recognized him, their breaths quickening.

Dressed in his usual refined mage robes, his demeanor exuded calm authority. His starry eyes gleamed, leaving an unforgettable impression.

The previously noisy crowd fell silent for a moment before erupting into an even louder uproar.

"Owen, please fight for Pure Land! For its people!"

"Owen, this time, we have no one else to rely on but you!"

"Owen, we beg you, save us!"

Voices of desperation and hope filled the air.

Of course, there were skeptics who doubted Owen's willingness to risk his life.

However, their murmurs were quickly drowned out by the overwhelming pleas of the majority.

Owen stood amidst the clamor, his expression unreadable.

He gazed upward at the increasingly ominous sky, where a towering, shadowy figure materialized, growing solid before their eyes.

The figure exuded a suffocating pressure, as though an immense mountain had been placed on everyone's shoulders.

Sargeras.

The crowd's faces turned grim as they beheld the towering form of the Burning Legion's commander.

Sargeras's piercing gaze locked onto Owen, his interest and focus clearly fixated on him.

As their eyes met, the very air between them seemed to erupt. Violent waves of mana surged outward like the creation of galaxies, shaking the heavens.

The brief yet intense standoff was broken as Sargeras spoke in a cold, mocking tone.

"Owen, so you've come after all. I was starting to think you'd hide like a coward."

Ignoring the provocation, Owen asked calmly,

"The terms you spread earlier-are they true?"

"If I win, you'll release the Demon Realm and retreat entirely?"

Sargeras grinned, his sharp teeth glinting.

"That's right. Does that mean you've accepted?"

"If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get!" Owen replied firmly, his eyes resolute.

A wave of cheers erupted from the Pure Land mages.

Owen was their last hope, and they had feared he might refuse.

Owen wasn't known for altruism; he rarely acted unless it directly benefited those close to him.

This had left many uneasy about whether he would agree to such an inherently unfair duel.

But now, he had agreed.

Hope surged anew among the crowd, their chance of survival rekindled.

Sargeras, slightly taken aback by Owen's decisiveness, waved his hand.

A sphere of gray light formed, gradually revealing an image of the Demon Realm.

"The duel will take place two months from now, in the Demon Realm," Sargeras declared.

Owen nodded.

"Two months, then. I'll see you there."

Sargeras studied Owen's composed demeanor with curiosity.

His confidence seemed too unshakable, almost unsettling.

Nevertheless, Sargeras let out a booming laugh.

"Two months from now, in the Demon Realm. I'll be waiting, Owen!"

With that, his form dissolved into mist and vanished, the oppressive storm clouds dissipating along with him.

Golden sunlight pierced through, illuminating the crowd and warming their hearts.

The weight that had been crushing them eased, replaced by a glimmer of hope.

Venus, who had accompanied Owen, watched him bathed in sunlight. He seemed even more majestic, his refined features tinged with a soft radiance.

Yet, she could sense a faint sadness and oppression in Owen's aura, as though he carried a burden he couldn't share.

During the past months, Venus had taken the time to understand Owen better. She knew his melancholy wasn't solely about the impending duel with Sargeras-it stemmed from

something else entirely.

Though unsure of the specifics, she was certain it was something of immense importance.

Owen's voice broke her reverie as he suddenly appeared by her side.

"Come with me. I want to show you something," he said.

Venus narrowed her eyes warily.

"Where?"

"You'll see when we get there," Owen replied, vanishing from sight.

After a brief hesitation, Venus followed, trailing him into an unfamiliar void.

Roughly half an hour later, Owen came to a stop.

Venus surveyed the surroundings and realized they were in the shattered remnants of Middle Earth. The void was fragmented and desolate, untouched despite the cycles of renewal and

rebirth.

The area felt abandoned, forgotten by the universe itself-a stark contrast to other restoredn/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

realms.

As Venus's gaze followed Owen's line of sight, she noticed clusters of dilapidated gravestones scattered across the horizon.

The weathered stones bore ancient inscriptions, their meanings obscured by the passage of time. Yet the aura emanating from the graves suggested that the individuals buried here had

once been celestial god-tier mages.

These graves served as their final resting places, sealing their names and legacies. The oppressive aura hinted that their power had been locked away, forever silenced beneath the

earth.

"What is this place?" Venus asked, frowning as unease crept into her voice.

Owen's gaze remained fixed on the gravestones as he explained.

"This is an ancient battlefield, much like the Star Realm. But unlike the Star Realm, where Spatiotemporal Anchors preserve the fallen, this place became their tomb."

Venus's eyes widened in shock.

"Could this be... the Hell that was destroyed by The Celestial?"

Once a terrifying and unique realm, Hell had served as the final destination for the souls of the

dead. Through the Hell Grinder, some souls were reincarnated, while others were obliterated

to nourish the realm itself.

But The Celestial, seeking absolute dominance, had annihilated Hell. Its greatest warriors suffered a devastating fate, leaving their stronghold in ruins.

Though Hell's natural structure should have allowed for rebirth, the countless gravestones scattered here seemed tailored to imprison its denizens, sealing them eternally.

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