Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start? - Chapter 242

Chapter 242: Chapter241-Archgod vs Archdemon
The appearance of the Archgod significantly suppressed the terrifying aura of the Archdemon, and reignited the resolve of the Middle Earth’s deities, who had been wavering moments ago. Greed flickered anew in their eyes as they fixed their gaze on Owen and Leslie.

Owen frowned slightly as he watched the Archgod’s overwhelming presence descend upon them. He hadn’t expected things to escalate to the point where figures as powerful as the Archgod would be drawn into the fray.

Leslie, too, felt immense pressure as she found herself locked in the gaze of the Archgod’s golden eyes. Clenching her ice-forged spear tightly, she tightened the chains of frost that had been binding the Stella God and the Red-robed Cardinal. With a cold tone, she declared:

“Just a moment ago, one of them wanted Owen’s possessions, and the other wanted him dead. Now you think a single word from you will make me let them go?”

Leslie’s defiant voice reverberated across the heavens and the earth, shocking not only the Middle Earth deities but also the many onlookers watching through the projections. No one could believe this was actually happening.

Was Leslie insane?

This was the Archgod she was talking to!

Even her grandfather, God Emperor Deamon, had no choice but to bow before the Archgod. Yet, here she was, daring to question him!

The Archgod, suspended high in the heavens, looked down at Leslie with a face as cold as ice. Ever since becoming the Archgod, never had a mere ant dared to show him such disrespect.

As fury boiled within the Archgod, Leslie snorted coldly, “They attacked Owen, and they must pay the price for it!”

With those words, the spear in her hand shot forth like a beam of icy light, piercing through the bodies of the Stella God and the Red-robed Cardinal!

The freezing power within the spear instantly turned their forms into ice statues before shattering them into glimmering ice shards scattered across the ground.

“How dare you!”

The moment Leslie prepared to strike, both the Archgod and Deamon sensed something amiss and bellowed furiously, making to intervene.

But Leslie’s action was swift and ruthless. Their shouts had only just escaped their lips when Stella God and the Red-robed Cardinal — these two formidable God Kings — were snuffed out of existence, leaving them in eternal slumber.

Two God Kings had fallen!

Boom!

As countless faces turned pale with shock, the chaotic skies roared violently. Lightning as numerous as silver serpents danced across the firmament, and thunder rumbled like a war drum, resounding in the ears of all present.

Then, from the dark clouds above, a downpour of blood-red rain began to fall, each droplet like a crimson rose, beautiful yet chilling, filling the heavens and earth with an inexplicable sorrow.

When a God King falls, the heavens weep.

Countless gazes turned upward at the terrifying celestial phenomenon. Since Owen and Leslie had stepped into Middle Earth, unprecedented omens had been appearing one after another.

Before, in the span of decades, even centuries, such phenomena were exceedingly rare. But now, due to their presence, god-tier mages and God Kings had been falling one after another.

This shattered the deep-rooted reverence many mages had held for the god-tier mages and God Kings, shattering it into irreparable pieces.

So this was it? As long as one possessed monstrous talent and unparalleled courage, even god-tier mages and God Kings were not invincible.

In the midst of the stunned silence, God Emperor Deamon and the Archgod glared at Leslie and Owen, their eyes ablaze with wrath.

Especially the Archgod, clad in his resplendent golden armor that radiated blinding brilliance. He had completely locked onto Owen and Leslie.

These two… were utterly lawless. He had not shown up before, but now that he had made his presence known to intervene in this matter—

And yet, these two still dared to act so brazenly, treating him, an Archgod, like a mere decoration?

Instantly, the Archgod clenched his right hand, and a golden lightning bolt descended from the sky, grasped firmly in his hand, transforming into a lightning spear. With a swift motion, it split into two, hurtling towards Leslie and Owen with the intent to erase them both from existence.

An Archgod must not be insulted!

“Well, well! An Archgod, huh? Coming down here to personally deal with two juniors—have you no shame? I feel embarrassed on your behalf!”

Just as the Archgod made his move, the Archdemon appeared in front of Owen, gazing mockingly at the Archgod.

The twin lightning spears hadn’t even reached her when they were swallowed by the dark aura emanating from her, dissipating the fearsome energy that had made Owen and Leslie’s hearts race.

“I suggest you mind your own business. This isn’t the Demon Realm, where you can act however you please!”

Seeing the Archdemon standing resolutely in front of Owen and Leslie, the fury in the Archgod’s eyes intensified. He wanted nothing more than to obliterate this infuriating Archdemon on the spot.

“Since when do my affairs concern you? Attacking juniors—have you really regressed to this pitiful state?”

The Archdemon showed no intention of sparing her old rival any face, her words dripping with scorn.

“Years have passed, and instead of growing stronger, you’ve only grown a sharper tongue. Since you insist on meddling, don’t blame me for what happens next!”

The Archgod’s expression turned icy as golden lightning descended, aimed straight at the Archdemon, its destructive aura engulfing the skies and causing even the gods of Middle Earth to shiver.

“At a time like this, you still spew such hypocritical nonsense. It seems that pretense has truly become ingrained in your bones!”

Faced with the Archgod’s assault, the Archdemon’s cold face curled into a sneer. A massive black vortex materialized above her, like a gaping maw that devoured the golden bolts of lightning.

Then, the Archdemon formed a complex hand seal. From the vortex above her, enormous black fish burst forth.

Each fish exuded an aura of extreme malevolence, their scales shimmering darkly. Their heads were grotesquely large, with rows of sharp teeth that seemed capable of tearing apart anything before them.

Boom!

In an instant, the attacks of both sides collided, unleashing a maelstrom of destruction that tore the very fabric of space. The void shattered as though returning to primordial chaos, leaving the world enshrouded in a grayish mist.

The gods who had been watching the battle scattered like frightened birds, their faces pale with terror.

This level of combat was something they had never experienced in their lives. The power on display was so overwhelming that even the aftershocks would reduce them to mere dust.

And these were the god-tier mages of Middle Earth, worshipped by countless mages.

Yet, before the Archgod and the Archdemon, they were as insignificant as ants.

Even Owen and Leslie, who were used to witnessing grand spectacles, stood agape, hearts pounding with awe and longing.

If only they possessed such terrifying, world-destroying power, they would never again have to endure the oppression and whims of the deities.

It all came down to strength.

At that moment, as they exchanged glances, they saw the same blazing determination in each other’s eyes.

Though their current strength already far surpassed their peers, compared to the older generations, they were but fledgling novices.

Strength!

They needed a qualitative leap in their power! Only then could they truly seize control of their fates!