Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start? - Chapter 154

Chapter 154: Chapter154-Triple Strike
As Owen used the Supreme Order to enhance his strength and created three powerful shadows, each launched a deadly strike against the three master-tier Protectors.

It was only at this moment that the three master-tier mages snapped out of their shock and hurriedly tried to muster what little mana they had left.

Earlier, they had exhausted much of their mana attacking Owen’s illusions created by Shadow Step and then quickly moving to support Joseph.

These successive actions left their mana reserves nearly depleted, making it difficult to summon any significant amount of power in a short time.

They could only rely on their already deployed domains to put up a stubborn defense.

However, Owen’s attack had been meticulously planned, and he was determined not to let such a golden opportunity slip by.

Slash!

The Supreme Sword struck first, slashing into the Protector with graying hair.

He possessed the strength of a master-tier level 5 mage, making him a well-known and formidable figure among the mages of Middle Earth.

He was especially renowned for his speed, able to cover vast distances in an instant and evade most attacks.

But from the moment the Supreme Sword materialized and advanced toward him, this white-haired Protector felt as if fate itself had locked onto him.

Despite retreating dozens of miles, he couldn’t create any distance from the incoming strike. Instead, the surging sword energy tore through his robe, cut into his flesh, and penetrated deep into his bones.

The protective robe and inner armor he wore, designed to withstand master-tier magical attacks, were sliced through like butter the instant they came into contact with the sword energy.

These items, capable of defending against master-tier spells, couldn’t even slow down the relentless sword strike.

The searing pain in his body and the overwhelming sense of impending doom nearly drove the white-haired Protector mad. A flicker of fear and regret flashed in his eyes.

The terrifying power of Owen’s strike far exceeded his expectations!

How could a diamond-tier mage like Owen wield such a devastating sword technique?

He wouldn’t have doubted it even if someone told him this was an attack from a grandmaster-tier mage.

From the very beginning, he had underestimated Owen!

If only he had left with the princess immediately instead of getting involved in this mess, he wouldn’t be facing this deadly crisis today.

But before he could dwell on his regrets, the sword energy had already transformed into a pale shockwave, passing through his body.

In an instant, the white-haired Protector’s body became motionless in the void, losing all the agility and grace he had displayed just moments before.

As he stood frozen, his body began to exhibit scales of sword marks, glinting with a cold, bloody light.

These sword marks grew denser, covering every inch of his skin.

And then, like a collapsing sandcastle, his still body began to disintegrate, with countless shredded pieces of flesh falling from his feet, one by one, into the void.

Then his calves, thighs, abdomen… and finally, his head—all were reduced to fine pieces of flesh, their surfaces smooth as mirrors, exuding a chilling, bone-piercing sword energy.

This gruesome spectacle, akin to being sliced by a thousand blades, sent shivers down the spines of Henry and the other onlookers from Middle Earth.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably; they had never before witnessed such a brutal scene, even as prodigies of Middle Earth.

Owen’s methods were terrifyingly ruthless!

If they had been involved in this battle just moments earlier, they feared they might have met the same fate as this Protector.

Many of the Middle Earth prodigies felt their scalps tingle and their hearts race in fear.

In Middle Earth, they were the chosen ones, rarely participating in life-and-death struggles.

Such a bloody sight instilled in them a deep sense of fear towards Owen.

This guy was a monster!

It was one thing to be able to fight across such a significant level difference, but to use such ruthless methods without so much as breaking a sweat—this was something else entirely.

“There are still two other master-tier Protectors and Kaldan’s grandmaster-tier Protector. Owen… Owen must be brought down today!”

The terror in their hearts led Henry and the others to look towards the other battlefields, trying to calm themselves.

However, what they saw only deepened their anxiety.

The two master-tier Protectors who had been entangled by Owen’s shadows were both in dire straits.

The violet-eyed mage, trapped in the Mana Void, had lost all his mana, both within and without.

He could only cling desperately to his staff, struggling to fend off Owen’s shadow’s attacks while trying to muster enough mana to escape this bizarre domain.

He had lived in Middle Earth for many years and had encountered countless magical domains of all kinds, but this Mana Void cast by Owen’s shadow was the most oppressive and nauseating he had ever experienced.

Within this domain, mana simply did not exist, as if everything had reverted to a state of primordial chaos.

Based on his experience, a domain of such profound complexity should not be within the grasp of a master-tier mage!

After all, no matter how much one’s level increases, mana remains the root of all magic and the foundation of all mages.

Any domain that touches upon this root is extraordinarily esoteric, accessible only to the most exceptional grandmaster-tier mages, if at all.

But Owen, still at the diamond-tier level, had already mastered such a terrifying domain. What would happen if he advanced to master-tier or grandmaster-tier? How horrifying would this domain become?

As the violet-eyed Protector’s shock deepened, the Owen shadow controlling the domain suddenly clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

Instantly, the void trembled.

The pitch-black Mana Void, which had opened like a black flower, began to close again, folding back into a bud that trapped the violet-eyed Protector at the very center of the domain.

At this moment, the violet-eyed Protector’s eyes were filled with terror as he felt the world around him shift and morph into black quicksand, relentlessly pulling his body toward the center.

As his body was swallowed by the black light like quicksand, the violet-eyed Protector lost all sensation, as if his spirit, his magic, and everything else had been reduced to nothingness…

Moments later, the Owen shadow slowly opened its clenched hands, and the Mana Void gradually dissipated into tiny specks of light.

But when the light faded, there was no trace of the violet-eyed Protector, as if he had never existed.

Another master-tier mage had been erased by Owen!

The people from Middle Earth were once again thrown into a state of shock.

Two master-tier mages had fallen in quick succession, a rare occurrence even in the relatively peaceful times of Middle Earth.

Moreover, both had been slain by Owen alone!

In an instant, the growing fear in their hearts compelled them to turn their gaze toward the last remaining master-tier Protector.

Under their focused stares, the tricolored light sphere, infused with the power of the Order of Fire, Order of Thunder, and Order of Ice, crashed through layers of magical defenses like a blooming, radiant lotus, striking the iron-armed Protector with unstoppable force.

The iron-armed Protector had an astonishing level of defense, his entire body transformed into the hardest metal, like an indestructible statue.

When the tricolored lotus struck his body, the three different Orders—each like a ferocious beast unleashed—rampaged through that part of the void and then exploded with a deafening roar.

In an instant, the explosive sound reverberated, spreading from the iron-armed Protector’s position. A searing heat wave, so intense it seemed to vaporize the very air, rose like a massive mushroom cloud.

It was as if a ravenous, swelling beast had devoured everything within dozens of miles—earth, vegetation, and mana—all in one gulp.

Even though the iron-armed Protector had transformed into an alloy-like elemental form, under the chaotic blast, he turned bright red, almost melting into a molten state.

His mind power felt as if it were in a scorching inferno, the endless collisions and intense heat rapidly evaporating and dissolving his spirit.

Those watching from a distance had already been forced to retreat by the spreading shockwave.

Though they moved as quickly as they could, most of them were injured, their bodies covered with blisters of varying sizes, their breath weak.

Yet, they paid little attention to their injuries, instead quickly channeling mana to their eyes, trying to peer through the blinding light and see what had become of the iron-armed Protector within the mushroom cloud.

As their gazes focused on the scene, the terrifying shockwaves emanating from the mushroom cloud grew stronger and stronger, shattering their vision and causing their hearts to sink.

The iron-armed Protector, they feared, had most likely perished in that terrifying explosion.

All three master-tier Protectors had been annihilated by Owen, a mere diamond-tier native!