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

Chapter 240: Chapter239-Let Go of Owen, If You Dare, Come for Me

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[Thirty minutes have passed, Dark Domain dissipates!]

The system's text flashed before him, and Owen felt an inexplicable power fade from his body as the mana that had disappeared was now surging back.

This sudden change made him tense, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

Meanwhile, everyone noticed Owen getting closer to God Emperor Deamon, and their hearts raced.

Could they witness the fall of the God Emperor today?!

Even Deamon's face showed a hint of apprehension; Owen's recent punch not only injured him physically but also shattered his pride.

He had to admit that relying solely on physical strength, even as a God King, he was no match for Owen.

He realized he had underestimated Owen from the start.

But this thought barely formed when he suddenly noticed an astonishing shift in the surroundings.

The special domain that had sealed his mana vanished without a trace!

His mana was restored!

His previously injured body began to heal at an astonishing rate.

At the same time, the other gods of Middle Earth quickly sensed this change, and their expressions shifted from fear and shock to murderous intent and greed!

Owen's ability to contend with them and even defeat a God King was primarily due to their mana being sealed, leaving them to rely on their physical strength against Owen, whose body was inexplicably powerful and whose terrifying punches were like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex.

But now, their mana was restored! Owen's master-tier mage level was nothing but low-tier among them!

"Previously, in that special domain, you struck hard; now it's time to repay the debt!"

Almost all the gods of Middle Earth glared at Owen and Leslie, filled with rage.

These two had been so imposing before, and as god-tier mages, they had endured numerous attacks, humiliating themselves in the process!

In an instant, the suppressed anger of the Middle Earth gods surged forth, releasing god-tier mana fluctuations that locked onto Owen and Leslie.

Under the weight of their combined aura, Owen and Leslie felt as if mountains were piling upon them.

Every bone in their bodies creaked under the pressure, and their mana was severely restricted.

Especially with the fury directed at them, it seemed that any slight movement would trigger a frenzied onslaught.

Both Owen and Leslie's faces darkened.

If it were just one god-tier mage, they might feel considerable pressure but could still fight back.

However, now, surrounded by over ten god-tier mages and with a God Emperor mage watching them closely, even a God King would feel daunted in such a situation.

"Owen, weren't you very arrogant before? You even took down three God Kings, looking quite impressive. Now, here's your last chance."

"Kneel! Hand over the Godslayer Staff and the Supreme Order, or you'll find yourself unable to live or die!"

Almost all the mages were staring at Owen and Leslie, their greedy expressions laid bare. They could see that Owen and Leslie were at their wit's end, completely exhausted and vulnerable. They intended to have their fun, tormenting and humiliating the two to avenge their previous grievances.

"Kneel!"

"And beg! Struggle!"

Every god-tier mage present spoke up, their harsh voices and twisted faces creating a hellish atmosphere.

As Owen narrowed his eyes, preparing to summon the Godslayer Staff for a desperate fight, the clear blue sky suddenly darkened, as if engulfed by an eternal night. A strange and overpowering mana fluctuation spread across the realm. The oppressive aura just released by the Middle Earth gods abruptly melted away like snow, only to be fiercely suppressed by this new wave!

??

The Middle Earth gods looked stunned, then instinctively recoiled in fear, thinking Owen had unleashed that restrictive magic again, creating a special domain-something that had left them deeply traumatized.

"No, it's not that wave! It's the arrival of a supreme being!"

Deamon, the God King, was taken aback, quickly realizing the gravity of the situation and looking up at the sky with a grave expression. The other Middle Earth gods, hearing this, steadied themselves and followed his gaze.

In the sky, dark clouds gathered, forming a majestic, enormous throne. A tall woman in a black dress appeared atop the throne, and instantly, anyone who gazed at her had their vision distorted.

Then, it dawned on them, their expressions suddenly changed as awe surged from deep

within them.

Archdemon!

The Archdemon had actually appeared here!

For these god-tier mages, there were very few mages they truly feared, and the Archdemon was one of those rare existences. They just couldn't remember having offended such a powerful figure-why was she here?

Owen and Leslie exchanged glances, seeing confusion reflected in each other's eyes. Although they didn't know the Archdemon's purpose for coming, Owen felt it might be connected to him. After all, Madelyn had been taken away by this Archdemon. She had even glimpsed him using time reversal in the future.

As a mix of awe and curiosity filled the eyes of those staring at the Archdemon on her throne, she looked down at Owen, her rosy lips curling slightly as she licked them, saying:

"Boy, come accompany your sister; I happen to need a warm bedmate, and you seem quite suitable!"

At her words, the Middle Earth gods, who had been tense just moments before, now stood there with their mouths agape in shock.

Huh?

What was that supposed to mean?

Was she planning to kidnap Owen and take him back to marry him?!

The mages from the continent watching the scene unfold through projections were equally incredulous. Many female mages covered their cherry-red lips in astonishment.

"So this is Middle Earth? They're so open to this extent? If they see a man they like, they can just kidnap him to be their husband?"

"No wonder Middle Earth is so appealing; their customs are so simple and direct..."

"But she's kidnapping Mr. Owen; it feels somewhat justifiable since it's Owen!"

Meanwhile, the male mages from the continent were also expressing their disbelief.

"I never thought there would come a day when I, a man, would have to watch out for female

mages trying to abduct me!"

"Damn it, if you want Owen, come at me instead!"

While these remarks were being made, the people of Middle Earth were also buzzing with

conversation.

"Who would have thought the Archdemon had this kind of preference?"

"True, the Archdemon is usually domineering; she must have taken a liking to Owen's strong

physique..."

Unaware of the discussions and criticisms surrounding him, Owen felt that this woman in

front of him had serious issues.

"I already have someone I like; you should find someone else."

Owen firmly rejected her. He couldn't predict the Archdemon's actions, and the best course was to stay as far away as possible. Besides, he already had Leslie, making it even more impossible to leave with the Archdemon.

However, just as Owen finished speaking, he felt a soft, snow-white hand grasp his wrist. The wrist felt like polished jade, cold and tinged with a faint metallic scent.

Owen turned to see that the Archdemon had descended from her throne and was now beside

him.

He tried to pull away from her grip, but her strength was like iron; he couldn't break free.

A wave of unease washed over Owen, the first time he felt panic and dread.

He couldn't comprehend everything happening around him. Looking at Leslie, who remained silent, made him even more anxious.

From what he knew of Leslie, she was possessive. Once she had made her choice, she wouldn't

allow anyone to interfere-no one!

Not even the Archdemon!

Given her usual demeanor, if the Archdemon held his wrist, Leslie wouldn't remain quiet for

long.

Something was definitely off!

With this thought, Owen quickly unleashed his accumulated experience points, and his level

soared rapidly.