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

Chapter 482: Chapter478-Demon Realm’s Aid



The Soul of the God of Light!

Though trapped and oppressed within the prison, the God of Light refused to yield, coldly glaring at the Celestial God Emperor, Tsukihime.

"Tsukihime, was it necessary to act against me?"

"The Celestial may no longer exist in its old form, but the will it summoned will not perish. As long as The Celestial lives, so too will our resolve!"

This firm declaration caused a slight tremor in Tsukihime's stance.

However, in the next moment, she unleashed her oppressive soul aura, locking onto the God of Light's pure, crystalline essence.

Her tone was icy as she spoke:

"The Celestial is The Celestial. To defy it is rebellion, and rebellion is merely a path to death."

"Survival of the fittest is natural. You, as a pinnacle powerhouse, reject allegiance to The Celestial in favor of your farcical democracy. How laughable!"

As she spoke, her eyes shimmered with divine light.

The God of Light, however, merely glanced at her indifferently, as though she could never grasp his innermost thoughts or the true aspirations of all mages.

The God of Light's unyielding defiance gradually eroded Tsukihime's patience.

"If you remain so obstinate and refuse submission, don't blame me for what happens next!" With that, she waved her hand.

From the jade disk-like light wheel hovering behind her, two frigid chains shot forth, piercing the God of Light's soul.

The chains were unbearably cold. Even with the God of Light's formidable soul, he began to weaken under their chilling grip, letting out involuntary cries of anguish.

"Your soul is deteriorating," Tsukihime said coldly.

"When you can no longer endure the brutal cold, you will beg for mercy." Despite the visible torment, the God of Light's voice remained resolute:

"My current state is indeed dire, but in the end, we will be victorious!" "Tsukihime, you will fail!"

Though his voice carried pain, his tone was as steadfast as unshakable stone. Tsukihime sneered.

"Is that so? We shall see. The greater your hope, the greater your disappointment will be!"

With that, she ignored the God of Light and turned to the other Celestial Gods gathered around her.

"Mobilize the entire other-dimensional army. This time, the Rebel Alliance must suffer catastrophic losses!"

Sensing her simmering fury, the Celestial Gods immediately grew serious.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty. We will oversee this personally. Not a single rebel in Pure Land will be spared!"

Satisfied, Tsukihime nodded and swiftly departed with her four Guardian Saints.

Loki, the Trickster God, cast a glance at the imprisoned God of Light, a smug grin spreading across his face.

The God of Light, who had long been his greatest adversary, was now reduced to this wretched state-something Loki found immensely satisfying.

It was a pity the God of Light still clung to life.

But it wouldn't be long before this once-formidable foe's soul dissolved entirely, becoming a forgotten relic of history.

At that moment, following Tsukihime's command, the long-prepared other-dimensional army began its advance from the barren plains. Their target: the territories of the Azure Kingdom and the Emerald Dreamscape.

The army moved with incredible speed.

Their march shook the earth, plunging the entire Pure Land into panic.

The other-dimensional forces were terrifyingly powerful and ruthless.

Both the Azure Kingdom and Emerald Dreamscape responded immediately, deploying armies to intercept the invaders.

However, despite their efforts, the Azure Kingdom and Emerald Dreamscape lacked the deep foundations necessary to match the invaders.

After only a brief skirmish, the other-dimensional forces gained the upper hand.

Were it not for the meticulous preparations Leslie had made before her departure, exploiting

the invaders' weaknesses, the enemy might have already overrun the Azure Kingdom and Emerald Dreamscape.

Many neutral factions observing the conflict grew increasingly uneasy.

The Azure Kingdom's forces, widely regarded as the strongest in Pure Land, were struggling against the other-dimensional army.

This hesitation extended to factions contemplating aid for Owen and Leslie.

The invaders had made their stance clear: any force aiding the Rebel Alliance would be deemed an enemy and annihilated.

Reluctant to risk their families and domains, these factions refrained from intervening, leaving the Azure Kingdom and Emerald Dreamscape to fend for themselves.

As the invaders gained the upper hand, their assault grew even more ferocious, determined to obliterate these two strongholds.

But just as the Rebel Alliance seemed on the brink of collapse, a massive force from the Demon Realm arrived to provide aid.

Within the Small World.

Madelyn gazed at Archdemon and Ymir, her expression tinged with nostalgia.

When she looked at Archdemon, her emotions grew more complex.

Unlike the cold and stifling atmosphere she often felt around her sister, being with

Archdemon felt more relaxed.

They had become unlikely friends after Archdemon's audacious attempt to forcefully marry Owen-an event Madelyn had disrupted during the wedding. Later, their shared survival in

the Demon Abyss had forged a deep camaraderie.

Seeing Archdemon again, a rare smile appeared on Madelyn's face.

"Thank you for coming to our aid!"

Her gratitude toward Archdemon was heartfelt.

In these trying times, when most factions in Pure Land hesitated to act, only the Demon

Realm stepped forward to help.

True friendship revealed itself in adversity, and the Demon Realm clearly regarded them as

allies.

Archdemon smiled faintly.

"It's nothing. We're only doing what we can. I'm not sure how much help we'll be."

Nearby, Ysera and the others studied Archdemon and Ymir.

Having witnessed Owen's duel with Sargeras, they were aware of Owen's special connection

with Archdemon. But meeting her in person was a revelation.

Her talent, strength, beauty, and audacity were indeed extraordinary.

Seraphina approached with Little Leslie in tow, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Archdemon Sister, we meet again!"

Seraphina had a good impression of Archdemon.

Archdemon gently patted Seraphina's head, a faint nostalgia in her gaze.

The first time they met, Seraphina had been in her snake form. Now, she had fully transformed through her bloodline and grown significantly stronger.

After some brief reminiscing, Madelyn turned to Archdemon with a serious expression. "Archdemon, how many forces have you brought this time?"

Archdemon replied calmly,

"Ymir and I are here, along with two Throne Celestials, over thirty Celestial Gods, and a

demon army of more than five hundred thousand."

Following the Millennial Cataclysm and Sargeras's attack, the Demon Realm had suffered significant losses. The forces Archdemon brought were their absolute limit.

Madelyn, understanding the toll these events had taken, expressed her gratitude again.

"Thank you, Archdemon. With your reinforcements, the pressure on us will ease somewhat."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Archdemon nodded, aware that the current situation was dire.

Even with the added forces, they were far from enough to turn the tide.

The other-dimensional army alone was overwhelming, and if The Celestial's forces joined the

fray, they would stand no chance.

"We can only hold out as long as we can," Archdemon said quietly.

"When Owen and Leslie return, they'll turn the tide."

Madelyn's expression darkened.

"If my sister doesn't return within three months, I'm afraid we won't last that long."

The group fell into silence.

Three months might seem like a long time, but for beings of their caliber, it would pass in the

blink of an eye.

By then, much of the Azure Kingdom and Emerald Dreamscape might already be in ruins.

"Don't worry! Mommy and Daddy will be back soon!"

Little Leslie's resolute voice broke the heavy silence.

Her confident, childlike demeanor brought smiles to everyone's faces, lightening the

oppressive mood.

Archdemon and Ymir, unfamiliar with the young girl, looked at her curiously.

"Who is she?" they asked.