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

Chapter 279: Chapter276-The Power Behind Owen and Leslie



Owen and Leslie's fearless demeanor caused the expressions of the god-tier mages hidden within the clouds to darken even further.

"Even at this stage, you still refuse to repent. Do you really believe you'll be as lucky as last time?" The cold voice of the Fire God Palace's patriarch boomed like thunder, reverberating through the minds of countless onlookers.

"Today is a good day for mourning the dead. Consider this wedding your funeral, and we'll handle both ceremonies together!" An elder from the Holy Pool, her hair disheveled, appeared in the sky above, shrouded in dark clouds. Waves of water surged around her, emanating a terrifying pressure equivalent to that of a God Emperor, causing the void itself to twist.

"For defying the gods of Middle Earth, Owen and Leslie, your sins are unforgivable. You

deserve nothing but death!" declared another God Emperor who emerged from the clouds, his face emotionless and judgmental.

With their appearance, the dark clouds in the sky parted slightly, revealing more figures standing proudly above.

"Owen, Leslie, it's time for you to pay for what you've done!" the voices echoed.

Everyone in the capital felt a chill run through their spines.

"The Fire God Palace, Holy Pool, Truth Church, Moon God Cult, Thousand Autumn Mountain... and even the God Emperor and the Rosewood family-Middle Earth's top-tier forces have truly come in full force this time!"

"There are several mages equivalent to God Emperors, dozens of God King-level powerhouses, and hundreds of god-tier mages. They could level the entire continent with this power!"

For many mages, witnessing such a terrifying scene was a once-in-a-lifetime event.

Several God Emperor-level mages and countless other old monsters from the great forces of Middle Earth had all gathered here!

These were individuals who held immense power and authority, capable of easily annihilating most factions in Middle Earth.

And now, they were all converging upon the Azure Kingdom. Despair swept through the crowd.

They knew Middle Earth would act decisively, but they hadn't expected the scale to be this massive.

Their hearts couldn't even muster the will to resist.

So, they turned their gaze to Owen.

Yet Owen's expression remained calm, as if he wasn't the least bit afraid of these so-called gods of Middle Earth.

Even Leslie, standing beside Owen, was equally composed.

As the tension escalated, a figure that Leslie particularly loathed appeared among the dark clouds above.

Daemon-Rosewood, her so-called grandfather.

"Unfilial girl, why must you persist in your folly at a time like this?"

"If you turn against Owen and capture him, I can give you a chance to redeem yourself!"

Before Daemon could finish speaking, Leslie interrupted him sharply:

"Heh, since you dared to come here, are you prepared to join my mother in death?"

Daemon's already grim face darkened further, his killing intent transforming into golden sigils that floated behind him, forming countless golden swords like a sea of stars, each radiating a chilling pressure.

The other god-tier mages from Middle Earth beside him shared his murderous aura:

"There's no need to waste words on these dead men. Leave no one in the Azure Kingdom alive!"

"Leave no one alive!"

Their voices exploded in the sky, like a cruel wind sweeping through the void. Everyone in the capital shivered uncontrollably, their backs cold with fear.

"You think you can destroy the Azure Kingdom just like that? Have you considered the opinion of our Dragon Clan?"

As the gods of Middle Earth's pressure reached its peak, a thunderous dragon roar echoed across the skies.

Following the roar, massive bone dragons appeared on the horizon, accompanied by true dragons exuding a domineering aura.

Their presence swept over the capital, dispersing the oppressive pressure of Middle Earth's gods, forming a multicolored barrier that shielded the people within the capital.

"The Dragon Clan has arrived! They're one of the most powerful and mysterious races in existence. It's said that their elders have long remained secluded in the Dragon Valley, uninterested in worldly affairs. Who would have thought they'd show up because of Owen!" "The Dragon Clan is ancient and terrifying, one of the few races that fear neither heaven nor earth. They truly value Owen."

With the Dragon Clan's arrival, the situation on the field shifted dramatically.

The people in the capital, who had been feeling stifled, immediately relaxed.

Meanwhile, the gods of Middle Earth in the clouds glanced at the dragons, their brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"This is a grudge between Middle Earth and Owen and Leslie. Why must the Dragon Clan interfere?" The Archgod spoke slowly, his gaze filled with a clear threat.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The Dragon Clan had brought thousands of dragons, including elders at the God Emperor level. If a fight broke out, it would not be a trivial matter.

Moreover, if too many dragons were slain, it could stir up the reclusive ancient dragons within the Dragon Lair, causing even Middle Earth to tremble.

Therefore, if they could keep the Dragon Clan out of this, it would be ideal.

"You Middle Earth forces think you can bully Owen, and now you want to dictate our actions? You think we won't stand up for what's right?" The Dragon Clan's ancient chieftain stroked his snow-white dragon whiskers, his face full of indignation.

"Old chieftain, it's been a long time since Middle Earth's gods have moved together. This time, we won't return empty-handed! Even though you've brought many strong dragons, attempting to obstruct us is like an ant trying to shake a tree! If we go to war, your clan may find itself with no bloodline left to pass on!"

The Archgod's words were no longer courteous, the menace in them growing even stronger. The old dragon chieftain spat disdainfully, looking like a battle-hardened ruffian. "You think I'm scared of you? When I was cultivating, your granddaddy was still playing in the mud. Let me lay it out for you-touch a hair on Owen's head, and you declare war on the Dragon Clan!" At that moment, several members of various Middle Earth families, who had arrived late to the capital, stepped forward one after another, standing tall in midair and declaring loudly: "Mr. Owen is our friend! If you wish to harm him, you'll have to deal with us first!"

Many powerful kingdoms and forces from Middle Earth, such as the Emberveil Kingdom where Henry hailed from, stood up to support Owen, boosting his faction's morale. Although they still couldn't compare to the Archgod's side, they were no longer completely outmatched.

Seeing this, the Archgod's face grew even darker.

"Very well, very well. Since you are so determined to stand by Owen, I hope you won't regret your decision today!" The Archgod scanned Henry and the others.

As one of Middle Earth's leaders, seeing them side with Owen during this united campaign

was a serious betrayal.

The next moment, seeing that his threats were useless, the Archgod raised his hand and struck toward Henry and the other "traitors," intending to obliterate them first as a warning.

His move was swift and sudden, leaving Henry and the others with no time to react.

They trembled as they watched a giant hand descend from the heavens, blocking out the sky above them. There was no escape.

The old dragon chieftain's eyes narrowed. He hadn't expected the Archgod to strike so

shamelessly!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The defensive artifacts on Henry and the others shattered under the force of the descending

hand.

As the massive hand loomed closer, they were overwhelmed by the scent of death.

The Archgod's strike was unstoppable. If it struck, they would be reduced to nothing but a

smear of blood.

But just then, a blood-red array suddenly spread from Owen's body, rising like a crimson sun and crashing fiercely into the descending hand.

"Did you ask my permission to attack them?" Owen's voice rang out as the blood-red array expanded, enveloping the entire capital, transforming into a crimson sky.

The Archgod's seemingly unstoppable strike landed on the array, only to be absorbed by the swirling red energy, causing barely a ripple before dissipating into nothingness.

"The Godslayer Array?!"

The moment he saw the array, the Archgod felt something ominous.

Now, as he came into direct contact with it, he realized that Owen had indeed activated the

legendary Godslayer Array!

And it was the complete version!

Otherwise, there was no way it could have withstood his attack.

The other gods of Middle Earth also took notice of the blood-colored Godslayer Array,

sensing a peculiar aura emanating from it.