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

Chapter 219: Chapter219-Who's Afraid of Numbers?



Over the capital of Pyrothrone Kingdom, colossal figures gathered, blotting out the sky. The once-brilliant golden light was completely blocked, plunging the entire capital into darkness. A terrifying pressure from powerful bloodlines descended like a storm, crashing onto those below. The ground trembled, cracking in arm-wide fissures. A shadow of dread fell over everyone's hearts.

The previously confident Pyrothrone King's expression suddenly froze.

How could they have arrived so quickly?

From the moment he received the news of Owen's attack to now, when the attackers surrounded him, only a few hours had passed!

How had they advanced so swiftly from the border?

A chill ran down the Pyrothrone King's spine as he glanced at the approaching army of dragons and Fallen Angels.

Sensing the powerful auras emanating from them, he broke out in a cold sweat, unable to believe his eyes.

Even the weakest among them had reached the level of master-tier, and many more had reached grandmaster-tier!

He had originally estimated that it would take these three races at least seven days to reach the capital, but he had vastly underestimated their strength.

They were completely overwhelming his forces.

It was clear that the dragons and Fallen Angels had god-tier mages assisting them!

There was no other explanation for how they had crossed the natural defenses so quickly. While Pyrothrone King was consumed by fear, the four god-tier generals also turned grim, their gazes fixed on Otto, the Gold Dragon King, and the Bone Dragon King.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Though they too were god-tier mages, the three before them possessed unique bloodlines, making them practically unbeatable at the same tier.

The pressure on them was immense.

Rictor, the headmaster of Melodic Academy, upon seeing this mighty army, finally understood the reason behind Owen's confidence in breaking their agreement. His face grew colder, and his eyes blazed with fury.

"Owen, acting so dishonorably! How will you ever hold your head high in Middle Earth again?"

Despite his considerable strength, Rictor didn't dare use force to pressure Owen under the oppressive auras of the three god-tier powerhouses. Instead, he resorted to furious accusations, attempting to publicly shame Owen for his betrayal.

"Heh, I could never hope to match your noble integrity, Headmaster Rictor, scheming to manipulate your own students. I'd never stoop that low."

Owen sneered at Rictor's accusations, his eyes cold as he stared him down.

"Did you really think I wouldn't see through your plot?"

Owen shook a glass bottle containing Holy Water, his words sharp as a blade.

"You handed over the Holy Water so easily; of course, those old monsters behind you must have had something planned. It was never a fair trade, was it? From the moment you

contacted me, it was all part of a scheme."

"And now you have the nerve to accuse me of breaking the deal? Where do you get the gall? I'm disgusted by you!"

Owen's angry rebuke echoed across the capital.

Every mage present stared at Owen in shock.

Though they weren't sure if what he said was true, no one had ever dared insult Rictor, one of the three great headmasters, like this before.

Owen truly feared nothing!

Even more unbelievable, Owen was facing off against numerous powerful figures from Pyrothrone Kingdom!

And yet, here he was provoking another powerful enemy. How could he be so bold?!

Rictor's face flushed crimson as Owen's words reached his ears. His breath quickened, and his hand trembled as he pointed at Owen, too furious to speak.

As one of the most respected figures in Middle Earth, he had never been humiliated like this.

What troubled him most was that Owen seemed to know something!

But how could a backwater brat like him know about the God Realm?

Middle Earth was home to countless powerful factions, constantly battling for dominance in an endless cycle of chaos.

Yet only the most elite knew that Middle Earth had a single supreme power-the God Realm.

The God Realm existed in a separate dimension within Middle Earth and was filled with divine beings.

The Godslayer Staff itself had once belonged to a god-tier mage from the God Realm.

Rictor took a deep breath, suppressing his fury as he spoke with a firm tone:

"Owen, since you know about the God Realm, you should understand that no one can defy the gods!"

As Rictor's voice fell, Leslie's expression grew solemn. She had sensed something was wrong from the start, and now, hearing Rictor mention the gods, she realized the true source of her

unease.

It seemed that Owen's true opponents were not Pyrothrone Kingdom but the God Realm

itself!

Leslie had heard rumors of the God Realm, an unbelievably terrifying power that far surpassed Pyrothrone Kingdom.

At that moment, the powerful dragons and Fallen Angels descended from the sky, gathering around Owen, clearly taking him as their leader.

It seemed that with just a word from Owen, he could easily wipe out any kingdom in Middle Earth.

The oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on everyone, like an invisible sword hanging

over their heads.

Owen turned his gaze toward Rictor.

Under the weight of Owen's aura, Rictor's body involuntarily sank. He felt as though he was being targeted by countless wild beasts.

Realizing that his current strength was no match for the god-tier powerhouses of the dragon and Fallen Angel races, Rictor squinted and chose not to provoke Owen any further, lest he be

dragged into this escalating conflict.

"Owen, this isn't over. I'll be waiting for your downfall!"

With that, Rictor vanished from the scene.

Owen made no move to stop him. Forcing Rictor, a god-tier mage and headmaster of Melodic

Academy, to retreat was the best outcome at the moment.

Once Rictor had left, Owen turned his attention to Pyrothrone King, his eyes blazing with

murderous intent.

As Owen locked eyes with Pyrothrone King, the system's voice suddenly rang out.

"Hidden quest triggered-Destroy Pyrothrone Kingdom!

Quest objectives: 1. Destroy all 208 cities in Pyrothrone Kingdom. 2. Kill Pyrothrone King

personally.

Reward: 300,000 fate points, Black Origami Crane."

Owen's eyes lit up at the system's message.

300,000 fate points was no small amount, enough to buy a lot of valuable items from the Fate

Store.

As for the Black Origami Crane, though he wasn't sure what it was, any reward from the system was bound to be extraordinary.

Completing the quest's first objective was almost done. Once the capital was destroyed, the

rest of Pyrothrone Kingdom's cities would be considered wiped out.

But killing the Pyrothrone King made Owen feel a bit more serious.

Though the king had been hiding his aura, Owen, with his eyes transformed by the Spear of Longinus, could see through the disguise.

The Pyrothrone King had already reached god-tier!

He was a god-tier mage!

Owen, on the other hand, had just reached master-tier Lv1.

There were still grandmaster-tier, sage-tier, and then god-tier standing between them-a

gap of three major tiers!

For any other master-tier mage, facing a god-tier mage would be unthinkable, let alone

killing one.

So, Owen stepped forward and stared directly at Pyrothrone King.

"As the king of Pyrothrone Kingdom, do you dare face me in a duel to the death?"

Owen's provocative words silenced the entire capital in an instant.

Everyone's gaze turned toward Owen, their faces filled with shock, as if they had witnessed

something impossible.

Even Otto, the Gold Dragon King, and the Bone Dragon King-three powerful god-tier beings who knew Owen well-wondered if they had heard wrong.

Pyrothrone King was rarely seen in action, but he was undeniably a god-tier mage!

And while Owen had incredible talent, he was still only a master-tier mage. At most, he could

challenge a grandmaster-tier mage.

Even if Owen could defy logic and fight across another major tier, he would still only be able

to contend with a sage-tier mage.

But a god-tier mage? That was an entirely different level!

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