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

Chapter 366: Chapter362-Facing Three Celestial Gods Alone



Under the glow of amber light, Fitch launched the first strike against Leslie.

The spear in his hand shot forward, its tip surrounded by intricate, mystical runes forming a fiery vortex, as if merging the destructive force of a volcano with the spear's sharpness, capable of piercing through anything in existence.

The spear moved with astonishing speed, bypassing space and time, and reached Leslie in the blink of an eye. Wherever it passed, the void became a blazing inferno.

For mages below celestial god-tier, even a single spark of those flames would reduce them to ashes.

But as the spear reached Leslie, it suddenly halted, as if it had struck an invisible barrier.

Fitch hesitated for a moment, preparing to amplify his mana, but was interrupted when icy blue runes emerged from the void.

The frost crawled along the spear, encasing it entirely and severing Fitch's connection to his weapon.

Worse yet, Fitch felt his tier begin to drop rapidly.

"What's going on?"

Fitch frowned deeply, realizing something was terribly wrong. Leslie seemed to possess a power that transcended Order itself.

While Fitch struggled with his disrupted attack, the other two celestial gods exchanged shocked glances.

They had assumed Fitch could subdue Leslie in a single move without their assistance.

But now, not only had Fitch failed, but even his aura was diminishing.

This was unprecedented. Both celestial gods immediately focused their mana and launched simultaneous attacks from Leslie's flanks.

"Demonic Crescent Slash!"

The celestial god wielding a longsword roared, the magical gemstones embedded in his blade radiating a blood-red glow.

A river of crimson energy surged toward Leslie like a tidal wave.

Yet, just as this attack neared Leslie, it was suddenly frozen midair by her dominion-like power, suspended as if trapped in a timeless amber.

The swordsman's expression turned grim. This was one of his most powerful techniques, yet it had been rendered completely ineffective.

The female celestial god, realizing the gravity of the situation, dared not hold back.

She unleashed a radiant beam of energy from a glowing orb in her hand, but it too was blocked by Leslie's overwhelming force of dominion.

All three celestial gods' attacks had been neutralized.

The trio stood stunned, disbelief etched across their faces.

They weren't minor players but some of the Pure Land's most prominent figures-mages at the pinnacle of their craft.

Alone, each of them could shake the Pure Land to its core. Together, their combined strength should have been unstoppable.

Yet here they were, utterly ineffective against Leslie.

"No... She must be at her limit to withstand all three of us!" Fitch declared, shaking off his momentary shock. "We'll strike again. She won't have another chance!"

The other two celestial gods nodded, steeling themselves to attack again.

But before they could act, the power surrounding Leslie coalesced, gathering the remnants of

their failed attacks into a massive, chaotic fissure in the air.

The rift pulsed with destruction and disorder.

Leslie's eyes flashed open, and a spear of pure ice materialized in her hand, its sharp, gleaming edge radiating deadly intent.

She swung the spear forward with lightning speed.

The void tore apart with a piercing sound, leaving a brilliant white streak as the compressed magic of the celestial gods surged toward them.

The celestial gods reacted instantly, pooling their mana into a combined shield. As the terrifying force collided with their barrier, a deafening explosion resounded.

Their shield buckled under the impact, warping inward before shattering entirely. The celestial gods were sent hurtling backward as if struck by meteors.

Fitch bore the brunt of the attack. A deep, straight fissure ran from his abdomen to his brow, blood pouring from the wound. He was nearly split in two.

The other two celestial gods fared little better, their bodies riddled with cracks as blood streamed from their injuries.

"Cough... cough..."

The pair coughed violently, spitting blood that stained the air. Horror filled their eyes as they glanced at Leslie. Her strength defied all reason, and doubt crept into their hearts.

"Minister Fitch, this one is too strange. We should retreat for now!" one of them urged.

"Better to regroup and gather more information before confronting her again," the other added.

Fitch, though reluctant, knew they were right. Leslie wasn't someone they could handle. He gave a bitter nod and turned to flee.

But Leslie's cold voice stopped them.

"Leave? Did I say you could go?"

With a wave of her hand, her dominion expanded outward, engulfing everything around her. Wherever it reached, the world bent to her will, becoming her divine realm.

The celestial gods, despite their speed, couldn't outrun her power. Within moments, the dominion overtook them.

The freezing cold pierced their bodies like countless needles, rendering them helpless. They felt as though they had been reduced to mortals, stranded in a relentless tundra.

The pain was unbearable, and a looming sense of death pressed heavily on them.

Fitch, unable to endure the pressure, begged for mercy.

"I'm the head of the Celestial God Palace Combat Division. Spare me, and the palace will consider you an eternal ally!"

But Leslie didn't even glance at him. She hurled her ice spear, impaling Fitch and pinning him in midair. His life force dissipated instantly, his soul shattering into oblivion.

Fitch, a god-tier mage, was dead.

"You... do you realize what you've done? Do you truly intend to make an enemy of the Celestial God Palace?!" the remaining two celestial gods shouted, their voices trembling with

fury and fear.

Leslie ignored them.

She clenched her fist, and one of the celestial gods found his throat seized by an invisible

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His entire body froze into an icy statue before shattering into glittering dust.

Another celestial god had fallen.

Ysera, watching from the sidelines, was utterly stunned. In mere moments, Leslie had killed

Fitch and another celestial god.

The sheer power Leslie displayed was beyond anything Ysera had ever imagined.

Madelyn, however, remained calm.

She had long known of Leslie's terrifying talent, rivaled only by Owen. When Leslie acted, the

outcome was always absolute-death for her enemies.

The sole remaining celestial god, the female mage, was consumed with terror. Her voice

shook as she stammered,

"H-how is this possible? What kind of monster are you?!"

Leslie's cold, serene voice cut through the air.

"Leslie."

The celestial god's pupils shrank in recognition. That name was legendary.

Years ago, the Celestial God Palace had held a high-level meeting to discuss a potential

marriage alliance between their palace master and Owen.

Both were unparalleled prodigies, and their union was expected to produce offspring that

would defy the heavens.

Though the plan had been shelved, the possibility of such an alliance remained.

And Leslie... was Owen's wife.

"You're Owen's wife?" the celestial god asked in disbelief, her voice trembling.