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

Chapter 421: Chapter417-The Vanishing Projection



Amidst the pure white radiance, Sargeras's flesh continued to rupture and dissipate, his body disintegrating inch by inch. The scent of death gathered heavily in his heart.

He knew all too well-if this continued, Owen's strike would indeed annihilate him.

Without hesitation, he directed his formidable mind power, weaving it like countless threads to pull his scattered blood and flesh back toward his original position. Slowly, they coalesced into a blood-red phantom of his form.

The agony of reconstructing his body was unbearable, drawing an anguished wail from Sargeras that sent visible shockwaves rippling through the void.

But Owen had already locked onto his aura. As Sargeras's flesh began to gather, black orbs of condensed energy surged toward him.

Boom!

Brilliant light erupted from Sargeras, colliding with the terrifying, all-consuming black orbs. The clash unleashed a mana tide that swept across the battlefield.

As the mana tide subsided, Owen narrowed his eyes, watching Sargeras retreat swiftly.

His voice was cold:

"Trying to flee now? A bit too late for that."

The moment his words fell, Owen's body transformed into a streak of light that transcended space and time, closing in on Sargeras.

Sargeras, still a blood-red silhouette, had yet to fully restore his body.

Faced with Owen's devastating attack, he felt an unfamiliar fear flicker across his face.

Gone was the composure and arrogance he had exuded before.

Knowing he couldn't withstand Owen in his current state, Sargeras raised his blood-forged hands and tore open the void before him, attempting to escape Owen's relentless pursuit.

But Owen was unwilling to let such an opportunity slip away.

Allowing Sargeras to recover would make striking him down infinitely harder.

Without hesitation, Owen gave chase.

The two figures, one white and one black, streaked through the void like twin beams of light locked in an unrelenting pursuit.

Those watching through the projection were left stunned by the scene before them.

Owen's combat prowess had reached such terrifying heights that even a top-tier powerhouse like Sargeras was being hunted down in disgrace.

"Sargeras is actually losing so miserably!"

"He's running like a dog with its tail between its legs!"

"It looks like the battle is nearing its end!"

"Once Sargeras falls, the Burning Legion will crumble!"

"All hail Lord Owen, eternal and invincible!"

As they witnessed Owen's unparalleled display of power, countless onlookers erupted in cheers.

The sight of Sargeras suffering defeat, something they had never imagined, ignited an unparalleled excitement within them.

Clenching their fists and flushed with exhilaration, they felt as though they were Owen himself, delivering crushing blows to Sargeras.

The sheer thrill surged through their veins, a heady rush that made them almost groan in satisfaction.

Within the small world, Seraphina and the others couldn't contain their excitement, cheering loudly.

"Master! Master is the best!" Seraphina exclaimed, jumping and dancing in delight.

The Dragon Princess smiled radiantly, her expression bright with admiration.

"Lord Owen truly is the greatest prodigy of all time," she said.

Though she was a naturally gifted member of the dragon race with immense innate strength, her talents paled in comparison to Owen's brilliance.

Yet, in stark contrast to the jubilant crowd, Ysera's strikingly beautiful face bore a rare seriousness.

"If it were this simple to end things, Sargeras wouldn't be Sargeras," she said gravely.

Her words startled the Dark Elf Queen, who turned to look at Ysera.

As the daughter of a celestial god, Ysera undoubtedly knew far more than Owen did.

Her cautious attitude hinted that there was more to Sargeras than they realized.

Madelyn, sensing the tension, asked, "Is there a problem?"

Under everyone's expectant gazes, Ysera remained silent.

She couldn't shake the feeling that Sargeras's retreat was too abrupt.

Neither The Celestial nor her father had shown any reaction, which was highly unusual.

At that moment, the projection in front of them began to tremble violently, cracking and then

shattering into nothingness.

The projection was gone.

Ysera and the others were stunned.

In the small world, as well as across the Pure Land, mages quickly realized that the

projections they had been watching had abruptly vanished.

"What's happening? Why did the projection disappear?"

"What just happened?"

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

The sudden disappearance caused a wave of panic.

The projections had been created by the combined efforts of Academy City and Wind Shadow, utilizing their finest instruments.

If one faction's projection device had failed, it might have been understandable.

But for both to falter simultaneously reeked of foul play.

All at once, the people of the Pure Land glanced around uneasily, their hearts heavy with the

sense that something had gone terribly wrong in the Demon Realm.

"Go! Head to the Demon Realm immediately and bring back any updates!"

"This must be tied to Owen and Sargeras. Their duel is too critical!"

The leaders of Academy City and Wind Shadow were particularly frantic, pacing and shouting

orders.

This battle could shape the next centuries, if not an entire epoch, yet it had been abruptly

interrupted.

Some high-ranking officials, desperate for answers, rushed straight to the Demon Realm to

witness the outcome for themselves.

Meanwhile, within the small world, tension hung thick in the air.

Those present were visibly anxious, their eyes clouded with worry.

To them, the projection's failure could only mean one thing-the hand of a scheming

manipulator was at work, and Owen was in grave danger.

Madelyn, the most agitated of all, attempted to leave the small world to head for the Demon Realm. But to her shock, she found herself trapped.

"What's going on?"

Her pupils shrank as realization dawned.

She had been able to enter and leave the small world freely before.

When had this restriction been put in place?

After multiple failed attempts to break the seal, Madelyn began searching for Rachel.

The small world was under Rachel's care; if anyone could provide answers, it was her.

But as she looked around, she realized, to her dismay, that Rachel was nowhere to be found.

Rachel had seemingly left long before.

"She must have sensed something after her breakthrough to celestial god and slipped away," Madelyn muttered angrily. "Leaving without even telling me-how selfish!"

Seething with frustration, Madelyn's eyes glowed red with fury.

A deathly aura erupted from her body as she struck the small world's barrier with all her

might.

But the barrier held firm, far stronger than her current power could overcome.

A sudden realization struck her as she sensed the aura binding the small world.

Leslie.

The barrier had been created by Leslie.

With her current strength, breaking it was impossible.

Madelyn immediately turned toward where Leslie had last been, but the grand hall was

empty.

"She's already gone," Ysera said softly, shaking her head. "With her intuition, she must have foreseen something and left early."

Madelyn's anger flared. "Leaving without saying a word is one thing, but why seal the smallNôv(el)B\\jnn

world and trap us here?"

As Madelyn raged, the Dragon Princess and others tried to calm her down.

But Madelyn remained relentless, hammering at the small world's barrier.

The entire realm trembled under her blows, as though she would stop at nothing until it was

broken.

At that moment, a small figure appeared before them.

It was young Leslie.

"Auntie," the child said softly, her voice steady despite her small stature. "Mother went to

find Father. She said she would bring him back. I trust Mother. And I trust Father too."

Her quiet yet resolute words silenced the room.