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

Chapter 282: Chapter279-God Realm, Charles-Saint

Chapter 282: Chapter279-God Realm, Charles-Saint

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High above the void, Charles-Saint stood proudly, his hands clasped behind his back. He regarded the crowd before him as nothing more than pigs and dogs, showing only the slightest trace of warmth when his gaze fell upon Leslie.

Leslie's unique bloodline was a perfect match for his own.

Owen, a lowly commoner from an insignificant place, couldn't even compare to a single strand of Leslie's hair.

Previously, Leslie had been sheltered, stuck in her own small world, and mistakenly thought that someone like Owen was a genius. But compared to him, Owen was utterly crushed in every possible way.

He believed Leslie was smart enough to know how to make the right choice.

However, under his expectant gaze, Leslie coldly looked at him and said,

"So what? I am already Owen's wife. Even if I weren't, you are not worthy of even carrying my shoes."

As Leslie's merciless words rang out, it was like a stone casting a thousand ripples. The countless mages present looked at her in utter disbelief.

This man was the young master of the God Realm, his status as noble as could be, and he had already reached god-tier in his cultivation. There was no one on Middle Earth or the entire continent who could compare to him.

Even Owen, the continent's and Middle Earth's recognized number one prodigy, was outclassed by this young master of the God Realm in terms of sheer level.

Yet, not only did Leslie show no signs of being impressed, but she completely dismissed him!

Deamon's smile, which had just started to form, instantly froze.

Relying on the influence of the Rosewood family, he thought Leslie was simply growing bolder and that their pressure wasn't enough to make her submit.

But to think even after bringing in the God Realm, she remained unmoved!

Charles-Saint's pupils suddenly contracted. He had been born into a life of privilege, with people always fawning over him.

No matter how proud a woman was, in front of him, she was nothing but a temptress, using any means necessary to crawl into his bed.

Now, to think that after offering himself, Leslie not only rejected him but outright humiliated him.

This was completely beyond his expectations. After a moment of stunned disbelief, his once elegant and calm face now bore traces of anger.

"Leslie! I have been giving you face. If you don't appreciate it, I'll make sure you keep face!" Owen chuckled, holding Leslie's soft hand and staring at the rather handsome Charles-Saint.

"You talk as if you actually have face. First of all, this isn't the God Realm. This isn't a place where you can throw your weight around."

"Second, do you dare to steal my woman? Who gave you that courage?"

As Owen spoke, an overwhelming killing intent erupted from his body. The once dormant sea of blood in the Godslayer Array suddenly surged violently.

As Owen extended his hand, the blood sea from the Godslayer Array transformed into a massive blood-red hand, hundreds of feet long, reaching up into the sky and enveloping Charles-Saint.

"How dare you!"

Seeing Owen directly attack Charles-Saint, Deamon's heart skipped a beat, and he shouted in shock.

The various powers present were also astonished.

The God Realm was the most mysterious and powerful force in the entire realm, and all other factions feared offending it, lest they invite disaster upon themselves.

But Owen, like a newborn calf, showed no regard for the consequences!

"You, a mere sage-tier, dare to attack me? You rely on the power of an artifact, but your mortal bloodline is far beneath my imperial blood! Even without an artifact, I can crush you with a single hand."

Charles-Saint looked down with contempt at Owen's blood-red hand, without a hint of concern. He snorted disdainfully.

"Leslie, take a good look at your so-called beloved. In front of me, he's nothing more than a worm."

"You and I together-that's what heaven intended!"

As his words fell, his snow-white palm flipped downward, and it was as though the entire sky was inverted. Stars shifted, and the world itself seemed to turn over, all within the grasp of his hand.

World in the Palm!

A planetary-tier magic skill!

At this moment, countless mages gasped in awe. After all, such a high-quality spell was something even many God King-tier mages had never even seen, let alone practiced!

"This is the true power of the young master of the God Realm? A planetary-tier spell right from the start, and he's mastered it to an advanced level!"

"His cultivation is already terrifying enough, and with this fearsome skill, plus the imperial bloodline's inherent abilities, Owen will surely be crushed with one strike!"

Many God King-tier mages were utterly shocked by the spatial distortions emanating from the spell. Even at their level, they could only expect to be wiped out instantly by this attack!

However, unlike the others, Owen remained completely calm.

He had seen this planetary-tier skill before, offered as a choice by the system, but he had passed it up in favor of the ultimate [Order].

This skill was indeed formidable, as it allowed the user to manipulate the Order of Space, creating a world within their grasp to imprison enemies. It could even simulate the elements of earth, fire, water, and wind within the hand, turning it into a small world where the caster ruled as its sovereign.

Unfortunately for Charles-Saint, the person he was up against was Owen!

The blood-red hand surged from the Godslayer Array, its surface covered in countless intricate runes, the cold intent to kill twisting the void ahead.

The blood-red hand collided with Charles-Saint's distorted, illusory world.

In an instant, it was like two worlds crashing into one another, annihilating everything in between. The space around them collapsed, and the area was shrouded in chaotic energy.

The countless mages present retreated in horror from the shockwaves.

Those unable to evade in time were severely injured in an instant.

Seeing this, the dragonfolk quickly intervened, forming a massive golden-scaled barrier to protect the imperial capital below.

Without such protection, the capital would have been leveled by the sheer force of this battle.

Meanwhile, Deamon and the others stared intently at the point of contact between Owen and Charles-Saint's powers, desperately hoping to see Owen crushed.

"There's always someone stronger. Does Owen truly think Charles-Saint is like the others he's

faced?"

"Exactly! Owen only became the number one prodigy because he hasn't encountered the God Realm. He's already reached his limit, and Charles-Saint is the real ceiling!"

The gods of Middle Earth showered Charles-Saint with praise, eager to earn his favor.

But as they prematurely celebrated, they suddenly noticed that the illusory world seemingly suppressing the blood-red hand was starting to crack!

Charles-Saint's spell had been broken!

The smiles on the faces of the gods of Middle Earth froze, and then they saw Charles-Saint's body suddenly spark with endless lightning, as if his body was compressed into pure thunder, with countless arcs of lightning tearing through the void, exuding a dominating presence that

claimed the heavens and earth.

"Thunder Emperor bloodline!"

"Owen actually forced him to use his bloodline power?!"

Those who knew Charles-Saint were dumbfounded.

The Thunder Emperor was an ancient figure of the highest order, controlling the lightning of the heavens and the earth, rewarding the good and punishing the wicked, known for

possessing the strongest offensive power!

Charles-Saint's eyes transformed into two pools of lightning. His thunder-wreathed palm

struck downward with tremendous force.

The void shattered, and layer upon layer of lightning surged forth, breaking the blood-red hand into mist with a deafening "hiss."

With the boost from the Thunder Emperor bloodline, Charles-Saint's power had multiplied

several times over!

However, just as the blood-red hand was shattered by the cascading waves of lightning, the dormant Spear of the War God hidden within the blood-red hand suddenly shot forth.

A streak of blood-red light pierced through the storm of lightning, heading straight for Charles-Saint and stopping just before his chest.

Charles-Saint's heart skipped a beat. He had not anticipated Owen's attack to be so intricately layered. In that brief moment, he could only gather the surging lightning around him into his

inner armor.

Crack!

A silver bolt of lightning, as thick as an arm and as fast as a snake striking, erupted from his armor, scorching the air as it collided with the Spear of the War God at his chest.

The earth-shattering clash that followed enveloped Charles-Saint in a whirlpool of silver lightning and blood-red killing intent.