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

Chapter 423: Chapter419-The Terrifying Figure



"For my sake?"

Venus's expression was icy as she stared at Caesar, her disbelief written all over her face.

Seeing her reaction, Caesar's heart trembled.

His feelings for Venus were etched into his very soul-this was a well-known fact.

Yet, her current coldness only deepened his hatred for Owen.

Before Venus met Owen, her attitude toward Caesar had never been so frosty.

Even if she disagreed with him, she had always spoken with warmth and trust.

But now, because of Owen, everything had changed.

Even when Caesar acted for her benefit, her eyes saw only Owen.

Beside Caesar stood a Throne Celestial, who also directed his disdainful gaze toward Owen.

He understood Caesar's feelings all too well-anyone who threatened to take Venus away was Caesar's enemy.

This Owen, he thought, was walking a path toward inevitable destruction.

"Venus, calm down and listen to me!" Caesar took a deep breath to steady himself, then turned to Venus.

"The reason I cooperated with them wasn't just to protect you-it's also because of your father, the God of Light."

At his words, Venus's flawless eyes widened, her pupils contracting.

She could ignore Caesar. She could ignore anyone. But her father, the God of Light, held an irreplaceable place in her heart.

"What does this have to do with my father?" she asked sharply.

"I've told you before," Caesar replied, his voice filled with gravity. "According to my investigation, the God of Light is not dead. He was captured and is now being tortured. If we don't act soon, he will be refined and obliterated, his soul scattered to the winds!"

His words struck Venus like a lightning bolt.

Her delicate frame trembled.

Her father, the God of Light, was still alive.

This revelation was monumental.

But to fall into the hands of Loki and The Celestial-was that not a fate worse than death? She had heard countless tales of enemies refined alive, their very essence destroyed.

She had never imagined her father would suffer such a fate.

"Venus," Sargeras interjected, his tone measured yet menacing. "If you want your father to survive, you would do well to cooperate with us. As the new leader of the resistance, your value is undeniable. Prove your loyalty by helping us kill Owen, and we will spare your father."

The ancient Throne Celestials of the Forbidden Zone and the three who served Loki all turned their eyes toward Venus with amused interest.

Venus had been the most renowned prodigy before Owen's rise, her talent and strength unmatched.

To pit her against Owen and manipulate them like puppets on strings-this was a spectacle they relished.

"Venus," Caesar added, his voice insistent, "Owen is just an outsider. His death is inconsequential. Would you truly abandon your father for him?"

Venus's forehead glistened with cold sweat as she wrestled with her thoughts. What should I do?

She didn't want Owen to die.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

She didn't want to harm him. But she couldn't bear to see her father, the God of Light, perish.

While Venus was trapped in inner turmoil, Caesar shifted his focus back to Owen, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"Owen, today will be your last. If you have any final words, speak them now. Out of respect for your role in the resistance, I'll grant you this one courtesy."

His words carried a veneer of civility, but in truth, he had already locked onto Owen's aura.

At the slightest sign of movement, he would strike without hesitation.

Yet none of them noticed the figure silently watching from above.

It was Leslie.

Draped in an elegant gown of royal blue and white, her figure exuded an ethereal grace. Snowflakes seemed to drift around her as if she were an iceborn goddess.

Her flawless beauty and alabaster skin radiated an otherworldly glow, and as she descended upon the scene, the world seemed to dim in her presence.

Surveying the chaos below, Leslie sighed softly.

"Owen, you've underestimated them too much," she murmured.

Meanwhile, at Demon Sky Citadel.

Archdemon's dark, gem-like eyes turned toward the direction of the Demon Abyss.

She was intimately familiar with that place, having once ventured there with Owen.

Now, it seemed that Owen and Sargeras had converged there as if drawn by fate. Sensing the presence of the ancient Throne Celestials from the four Forbidden Zones, Loki's three allies, and Caesar, Archdemon's heart clenched.

Such a gathering was beyond terrifying.

Even if all the other Throne Celestials combined their strength, they would still be no match.

The beings surrounding Owen represented the pinnacle of power a mage could reach. Their presence left no room for retreat-Owen's death was the only outcome they sought.

Faced with such insurmountable odds, Archdemon couldn't fathom how Owen could possibly resist.

Standing nearby, Ymir, her expression heavy, stared intently toward the Demon Abyss.

"This cannot go on," Ymir said firmly. "If we don't do something to help Owen, he's as good

as dead."

She had never before felt so unwilling to leave Owen's side.

But sensing his peril now, she realized how deeply she cared.

She couldn't-wouldn't-stand by and watch him die.

She was willing to risk anything, even her life, to aid him, just as she had during the Fallen Angel's assault on the imperial capital.

Elysia, observing the scene, raised a hand to calm the others.

"Archdemon, Ymir-stay calm," she said, her tone measured. "The Demon Sky Citadel is surrounded by the Burning Legion. Breaking their blockade will be nearly impossible."

"If we act recklessly, we might not save Owen. Worse, we could distract him at a critical

moment."

Elysia's words were cold but rational, her mind focused on the larger picture.

Archdemon shook her head. "No matter the risk, Owen's safety takes precedence!"

Ymir echoed her determination. "We've already decided. Don't try to stop us."

Elysia sighed. She had seen her sister act this way before, softening only toward those she

deemed valuable.

But after meeting Owen, Archdemon had changed completely.

Years had passed, yet seeing Owen in danger again brought out the same unshakable resolve.

"What is it about him that's worth all this fuss?" Elysia muttered under her breath.

Before Owen came into their lives, her sisters had cared for her deeply. She had lived in

comfort and joy.

But now, everything had changed.

Still, she knew how deeply her sisters cared for Owen.

For his sake, they would go to any lengths.

"Think carefully before you act," Elysia advised. "Owen is no ordinary mage. He once forced

the Forbidden Zones to bow. He may still have a way to escape."

"If even Owen cannot break free, then nothing we do will matter."

Her words gave Archdemon and Ymir pause. Elysia's logic was sound, even if their hearts rebelled against it.

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