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

Chapter 80: Chapter80-The Price of Power!

Chapter 80: Chapter80-The Price of Power!

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"What terrifying battle fluctuations! It seems the Fallen Angel's presence has halted there!" "Someone is fighting the Fallen Angel! My god, who dares to do that?!"

As Owen and the Fallen Angel clashed fiercely, many prodigies who had been huddling together to avoid the Fallen Angel quickly noticed the earth-shaking battle.

Especially when a black ring, nearly covering the entire capital, descended, their breaths became rapid, like they were being crushed under the weight of a mountain, making it difficult to move.

"Owen! It's Owen battling the Fallen Angel!"

Carlos's eyes, sharp as an eagle's, spotted Owen in front of the Fallen Angel from afar, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Owen had already become the strongest among the younger generation in their eyes.

But the Fallen Angel's name was legendary, and even their elders, the renowned mages of the continent, were extremely wary of such beings.

Yet, Owen was actually confronting the Fallen Angel head-on, alone!

This is madness!

"What? Owen, are you sure you're not mistaken?!"

The other prodigies, hearing this, looked at Carlos in shock.

Owen's talent and strength were notable, but they were nowhere near the level of the Fallen Angel.

Seeing the disbelief on everyone's faces, Carlos traced a circle in the air with his finger. A mist of water formed where his finger passed, quickly turning into a water mirror.

As soon as the water mirror appeared, it showed the scene Carlos had witnessed.

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on it.

Ripples spread across the mirror, revealing Owen's figure. Opposite him, the towering Fallen Angel, with wings flapping, was enveloped in an ever-encroaching darkness.

The darkness seemed to be composed of countless whispering black insects.

A mere glance made their skin crawl, as if their minds were being gnawed at, forcing their eyes to squint and their senses to be impacted.

It seemed that the scene before them was somewhat delayed.

"What a terrifying technique, directly affecting the mind. Owen's current combat power is formidable, but he is still too young and lacks deep foundations!"

"Just by observing, our spirits are being affected. It's hard to imagine the pressure Owen is enduring being in the midst of it all..."

Annie and the other prodigies couldn't help but clench their hands, their faces showing a hint of dread.

Before their words were fully spoken, they saw the black ring, which had already covered the capital, fall again, like a black curtain draping the entire capital in absolute darkness. Cold, silent...

An indescribable sense of crisis overwhelmed them. They began to hear whispers in their ears, their perception of their surroundings blurring, as if they were continually falling into hell.

The feeling was eerie and unsettling.

Carlos and the other prodigies were aware of the situation, but the influence of the black ring on them was too overwhelming. They were unable to take any action and could only watch helplessly.

Negative emotions such as despair, horror, and pain began to well up in each of their hearts. Fortunately, just as their emotions were about to collapse, they suddenly saw Owen, who had been standing like a statue in the water mirror, start to move!

His grip on the Spear of Longinus tightened, his knuckles turning white and veins bulging like coiled dragons. The killing intent and bloodlight that had been spreading to repel the darkness retracted, flowing back into his body.

This made the bloodlight emanating from him appear crystalline and transparent, becoming the only light in the darkness.

At that moment, Owen emptied his mind, allowing only the purest killing intent to surface. His eyes glowed blood-red like brilliant rubies.

The endless murderous intent lurking in the darkness was fully exposed under his gaze! Then, his spear moved like a dragon, his hands shaking it into countless phantoms, thrusting and slashing through the darkness!

Each time the spear struck or swept, sharp screams echoed from the seemingly empty darkness, followed by figures bursting like mud, releasing a deeper-than-night blood plasma with a nauseating stench.

At this point, the Fallen Angel had split into countless parts, attacking Owen like a myriad of fanged ghosts in the night.

However, with the Spear of Longinus in hand, Owen's sensitivity to killing intent reached unimaginable heights for the Fallen Angel.

Whether attacking openly or lurking in ambush, every part of the Fallen Angel was

vanquished by Owen's spear!

For a moment, the spear danced and blood spattered, making it seem like Owen was fighting against the entire night!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As more and more of the Fallen Angel's fragments exploded, the deep darkness gradually took on a blood-red glow.

The Fallen Angel's fragments began to coalesce, hovering above Owen, preparing to unleash its ultimate attack, the Angel's Judgment.

However, Owen, whose body was now filled with killing intent, was like a beast ready to

devour its prey, giving the Fallen Angel no chance.

The moment its form began to merge, Owen's spear roared through the air, rising against the heavens like a red brushstroke, leaving a vivid scarlet mark on the black curtain!

Boom!

The Fallen Angel's chest caved in, and the Spear of Longinus pierced through the armor beneath its robe with the force of a thunderbolt, impaling its body.

The mottled rust surrounding the spear, under the surge of blood-colored killing intent, sprouted sharp iron thorns, transforming the spear into a spiked mace.

The Fallen Angel's struggling body was instantly pierced, turning into a pincushion, and its aura rapidly diminished.

The massive dark ring also began to fade and shrink after the Fallen Angel suffered this fatal blow, then flew towards Owen.

Owen glanced at the dark ring, which seemed like a pair of malicious eyes filled with

resentment staring at him.

As it approached Owen, the Spear of Longinus radiated its killing intent, suppressing the dark ring in place, rendering it immobile.

Subsequently, the Fallen Angel's severely wounded body transformed into a dense black mist, rolling downward and dissipating into the air.

As the Fallen Angel disintegrated, the dark ring under the pressure of the Spear of Longinus began to undergo a strange transformation. It shifted from its deep, malevolent black color to

a pure white halo.

Owen was somewhat surprised, "Could this be an angel's halo?!"

Unlike the malevolent, relentless dark ring, an angel's halo was a rare and invaluable boon for

mages, offering significant benefits.

Unexpectedly, the dark ring had transformed into an angel's halo!

Immediately, Owen used his mind power to pull the halo above his head.

As the angel's halo fused with Owen's spirit, a surge of unfamiliar memories related to the activation and function of the angel's halo flooded his mind.

Following these memories, Owen channeled his magic, and the halo flashed brilliantly. His back strained as a pair of pure white angel wings extended from his shoulders!

The wings spanned nearly twice Owen's height, covered in immaculate white feathers,

emitting a holy, pure white glow.

At that moment, Owen felt like an angel!

He felt more attuned to mana and experienced a lightness and freedom.

He tried flapping his wings, and with a gust of wind, he soared into the sky, flying tens of

meters in an instant!

He could fly!!

Owen's eyes gleamed with excitement.

Flight had always been a special ability possessed by only the most elite mages.

But now, with the angel's halo, Owen could also achieve it!

And his speed was incredibly fast!

With these wings, he could advance or retreat as needed.

He had gained another trump card!

While Owen was getting accustomed to the angel wings, a sudden system notification

sounded in his ear.

"Congratulations on eliminating the Fallen Angel. You have received a mysterious reward-

the Fallen Angel Set!"

As the system voice faded, black feathers instantly appeared on Owen's body, intertwining

and wrapping around him, transforming into a pitch-black, menacing armor!

The Fallen Angel Set!

Feeling the comprehensive, impenetrable protection of the armor, Owen felt an immense

sense of security.

According to the system's description, the most outstanding feature of the Fallen Angel Set

was its defense.

Owen now felt he could even withstand an attack from a master-tier mage!

Master-tier mages were rare on the continent, each one standing at the pinnacle of their

respective kingdoms!

Every one of them was an ancient figure, a forefather of their kingdom.

Yet, the Fallen Angel Set could endure an attack from such a powerful being!

How incredibly indestructible!

This time, eliminating the Fallen Angel had been a huge gain!

However, just as Owen's excitement peaked, the Spear of Longinus he was tightly holding

suddenly began to agitate.

Owen coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling a ripping pain all over his body, and his eyes swelled up, turning completely blood-red.

In the next moment, as a sense of foreboding filled Owen's heart, his aching eyes suddenly

burst! Blood splattered, and Owen's eyes turned into two dark, bloody cavities, with blood flowing continuously, leaving two streaks of blood down his face, creating an extremely terrifying

sight.