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

Chapter 469: Chapter465-Domain Dark Barrier



As the black clouds drew closer, Owen's mind wavered. For a brief moment, he seemed to see an immense figure towering above the heavens and earth, overlooking the mountains and rivers below.

Owen's expression hardened. He realized that the Dark Lord's power had now fully returned to its peak!

The Dark Lord, already at the level of a Primordial God, had unleashed his full strength. The dark Order around him surged to its zenith.

"Domain Dark Barrier!"

With the Dark Lord's furious roar, the black clouds surrounding Owen suddenly manifested countless black runes that surged and coalesced into dense chains, stabbing toward Owen. Sensing the imminent danger, Owen's eyes radiated divine brilliance as he pushed the power of his Supreme Order and the Primordial Chaos Body bloodline to its utmost limit.

In an instant, Owen's body gleamed like an eternal, indestructible star, emanating dazzling and unparalleled brilliance.

BOOM!

Countless black runes collided with Owen's body, producing deafening explosions.

The black sea beneath them erupted as if it had been detonated, sending vast sprays of water vapor into the air, obscuring both Owen and the eerie black clouds.

When the mist cleared, everyone's pupils contracted in shock.

Owen had not only withstood the Dark Lord's seemingly fatal attack but had also struck back, visibly denting the dark barrier!

The Dark Lord's face twisted in disbelief.

The Domain Dark Barrier was his most powerful technique, capable of utterly suppressing even a Primordial God.

Yet Owen's strength seemed to have grown even more, allowing him to resist the barrier.

Moreover, the special bloodline pressure emanating from Owen caused the Dark Lord himself to feel an oppressive weight.

Even the Order within his body slowed under this pressure.

This sensation gave the Dark Lord a disconcerting illusion of standing face-to-face with The Celestial, leaving him deeply unsettled.

This man had to be eliminated as quickly as possible.

With this thought, the Dark Lord tilted his head back and let out a furious roar.

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Thunderous sound waves radiated outward as black waves surged into the sky. The eerie Demon Abyss quaked as countless threads of Order shattered and transformed into a rain of flames.

However, this was no ordinary rain. The dark flames were strange and destructive, collapsing the heavens, decaying all they touched, and reducing everything to ruin and lifeless desolation.

As the dark flames fell, Owen's body erupted with radiant magical light. A Chaos Hole materialized before him.

The moment the Chaos Hole appeared, the androgynous monster who had wielded chaos magic paled in terror.

Chaos magic!

And not just any chaos magic-this was chaos magic of a kind utterly beyond comprehension!

Chaos magic was ancient and nearly uncontrollable.

Yet Owen not only controlled it but unleashed it with such power that even the monster, a fellow user of chaos magic, could only gape in astonishment.

This was entirely beyond his understanding.

Compared to Owen, he was a mere novice before a master.

Rachel and the others, too, looked at Owen with disbelief. They had not expected him to hold back such a trump card!

Under the gaze of everyone, the Chaos Hole began to collapse rapidly, pulling everything in the vicinity into its inescapable grasp.

Neither the black rain of fire nor the endless black sea could escape its pull.

Unlike the previous chaotic explosions, this moment was eerily silent.

The Order, mana, sound, and even the vibrations of the void itself-all were swallowed whole by the Chaos Hole.

Then, as if reaching a critical threshold, the Chaos Hole erupted violently!

The void shattered, and the Demon Abyss quaked.

A scene reminiscent of the end of the world unfolded before everyone's eyes.

In the wake of the explosion, two figures were sent flying backward, both looking battered and worn.

Owen's face was pale, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

While the Chaos Hole was devastating, the Dark Lord's barrier had rebounded against him with immense force, leaving its mark.

His skin now bore black patches resembling corpse spots, and parts of his body had lost sensation.

The Dark Lord, who had also been flung backward, was in no better shape.

Despite his body being as resilient as divine metal, it was now riddled with dents and cracks under the extreme compression and expansion of the Chaos Hole's explosion.

Standing bloodied and fractured like a shattered porcelain figure, the Dark Lord looked utterly desolate.

Both combatants had suffered severe injuries in the clash.

Stabilizing his injuries, Owen gripped the Godslayer Staff tightly.

The staff radiated a dazzling light, resembling a miniature sun that dispelled the surrounding darkness and cold.

Scarlet beams shot out from the staff, weaving into a complex formation above the black sea.

Godslayer Array!

Activated to its fullest extent, the array-a weapon forged to destroy deities-revealed its true, terrifying might under Owen's Primordial God-level mana.

Scarlet threads interwove into an intricate web, closing in on the Dark Lord.

Though the array left gaps between its threads, it exuded an overwhelming sense of

inevitability, as if no one could escape its grasp.

The Dark Lord attempted to leave the dangerous formation but quickly realized he was

already trapped within it.

As the array's crimson threads touched him, his flesh was cut open, leaving fish-scale-like red scars that burned with searing pain.

Darkness surged from his body, pushing back the threads embedded in his flesh.

But to his dismay, the wounds refused to heal. The power of the Godslayer Array seeped into his body, preventing regeneration and causing blood to flow endlessly.

Growing weaker, the Dark Lord glared at Owen with fury.

"Owen, today it's either you or me!"

Overwhelmed by pain and the humiliation of being suppressed, his eyes burned with madness

as he roared.

But as he opened his mouth, Owen responded not with words but action.

The Flame Sword, gleaming coldly, pierced straight through the Dark Lord's chest.

The sword moved so swiftly that the Dark Lord had no time to react. It struck his heart, its immense force shattering his body and pinning him against the Dark Temple.

The Flame Sword, engulfed in flames, burned fiercely, seemingly intent on purifying his

entire being.

Rachel and the others stared in astonishment at the Dark Lord, pinned to the temple.

The Dark Lord had been defeated by Owen!

"That's it! With the Dark Lord vanquished, we finally have a chance to leave this place!"

The Chief and his companions were overjoyed as they looked at Owen, rare smiles of genuine relief appearing on their faces.

Now that the Dark Lord had been severely injured, destroying the Dark Temple would break their seal and grant them freedom.

But as they began to cheer, they noticed that the four monsters they had battled earlier

showed no signs of despair.

Instead, the creatures gazed intently at the top of the Dark Temple.

At that moment, the previously silent Dark Temple began to tremble violently.

Above it, astonishing fluctuations in time and space began to manifest.

Everyone present was familiar with such temporal fluctuations, having experienced similar

effects during the battle.

Owen had drawn on the power of the future, while the Dark Lord had returned to his peak

from the past.

Though their manipulations of time differed, both had undeniably influenced the flow of

time.

But the mana fluctuations now radiating from above the Dark Temple were unlike anything they had encountered.

These fluctuations were far more intense, like a calm Time River suddenly erupting into a

tempestuous storm.

Rachel, the Chief, and the others immediately turned their attention to the Time River's growing turbulence.Nôv(el)B\\jnn