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

Chapter 483: Chapter479-Infernal Reincarnation of Middle Earth



"Who is she?"

Looking at the little girl who suddenly spoke up, the Archdemon asked curiously.

Madelyn explained,

"She is little Leslie, the daughter of Owen and Leslie!"

Hearing this, both the Archdemon and Ymir exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.

They hadn't expected that during this time apart, Owen and Leslie would already have a child.

From the little girl, they could indeed see traces of Owen and Leslie.

She was lively and adorable.

Immediately, the two couldn't resist stepping forward, wanting to hold the little girl.

However, as they were about to move closer, a figure suddenly blocked their way.

Elsa, who had been accompanying little Leslie all along, stopped them, her expression wary. Though it was clear from Madelyn and the others' attitudes that the Archdemon and her companions weren't enemies, little Leslie's safety could not be compromised.

At this moment, little Leslie gently tugged at Elsa's sleeve.

"It's fine, Auntie Archdemon and Auntie Ymir are Dad's friends. They like Dad very much and won't hurt me."

Hearing these words, a faint blush spread across the faces of both the Archdemon and Ymir.

They indeed had strong feelings for Owen, but this was a well-known secret that almost no one ever mentioned directly.

The other women present cast various glances at the two, with most of them sighing inwardly:

"As expected of Owen, his charm is truly unparalleled..."

Elsa, realizing this, had an embarrassed look flash across her face.

Since Owen could attract someone as outstanding as Leslie, it wasn't surprising that other women found him equally compelling.

Without Elsa's obstruction, the Archdemon and Ymir quickly approached little Leslie, curiosity evident as they asked,

"You know us?"

Little Leslie nodded confidently.

"Of course, I know you."

Seeing how certain she was, both the Archdemon and Ymir felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as if they were seeing Owen himself.

Owen had always been confident, as though he had everything under control.

"Indeed, she's Owen's child. She's just like him," the Archdemon remarked as she gently picked little Leslie up into her arms.

Back when she had considered the possibility of marrying Owen, she had imagined many outcomes, one of which was having a child with him.

If they really had a child, wouldn't it be as adorable as little Leslie?

The more she looked, the more the Archdemon adored little Leslie, holding her as if cradling a sacred little angel.

She kissed little Leslie's snowy, radiant cheek softly, and an overwhelming maternal instinct surged within her-

the desire to give her the best of everything in the world.

Meanwhile, Ymir's heart swelled with protective instincts, as if little Leslie had become the most precious treasure in her life.

Just as the two women were completely absorbed by the adorable little Leslie, Charlotte hurried into the small world from outside.

"The Celestial has made a move again!"

As she entered, her expression turned grave as she quickly scanned the crowd and reported,

"Kaida has joined forces with those Celestial Gods who defected to The Celestial and allied with an interdimensional army!"

"Their forces are terrifying. Emergency reports are coming in from all directions!"

Hearing Charlotte's report, Venus sighed deeply.

The forces they had once gathered to resist The Celestial had now become a hindrance instead.

"We absolutely cannot retreat now; otherwise, we might not even last until Owen and Leslie arrive!"

As a longtime rival of The Celestial, she knew all too well their nature, as well as the nature of Caesar and his allies.

They always preyed on the weak.

If they retreated now, The Celestial would surely press forward relentlessly, leaving no room

to breathe.

Only by putting up fierce resistance could they possibly fend off the assault.

Madelyn understood this too, her eyes burning with a crazed determination to kill.

"If they dare come, then we'll slaughter them all! Caesar still owes me a reckoning for what he

did to my brother!"

The others present nodded resolutely.

"The Celestial won't show us any mercy. Let's fight them to the end!"

The atmosphere grew charged with intense killing intent.

Nearly everyone Owen and Leslie truly cared about was now within this small world, forming the core of their current faction.

Each one of them was exceptionally gifted and powerful, renowned across the Pure Land. Seraphina's bloodline was now so formidable it could suppress all spellbeasts, earning her the title of the royal sovereign among them-a figure of extraordinary prestige. Ferola, the Celestial God Princess, Ysera, and Elsa were all top-tier prodigies in the Pure Land. They had already reached Celestial God levels before, but with the various resources and aid from the Tree of World in this small world, their abilities had undergone a complete transformation.

As for Venus, the daughter of the God of Light, she had reigned as an unrivaled genius for several epochs. Among Celestial Gods, she was nearly invincible.

Madelyn, with her bloodline awakening multiple times, had advanced further down the path of Death's Calamity, refining it to perfection-a walking harbinger of death.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The Archdemon, once on the brink of life due to a lifespan crisis, had her potential reignited with Owen's help, her level soaring to unprecedented heights.

Although Ymir seldom revealed her strength, Owen knew well the brilliance of this support

character.

Underestimating her would come at a grave cost.

These gathered individuals were undoubtedly among the strongest.

No longer hiding their powers, they were prepared to shake the very foundations of this dire

battle.

...

As Madelyn and the others mobilized, on the shattered Middle Earth below, a significant transformation had taken place amidst the destruction.

What once was desolate land had been overtaken by lush jungles, nourished by the remains of

countless beings annihilated during the Millennial Cataclysm.

Beneath the forest floor lay the ashes of these countless lives, their essence feeding the

vibrant growth above.

The breeze carried the fragrance of flowers, making this place resemble a paradise of

perfume.

At the heart of this lush jungle stood two figures.

One wore battered armor, stained with dark, ominous blood.

Though she stood still, the surrounding area seemed to transform into a sea of corpses and

blood.

Beside the War Goddess stood Leslie, her expression icy.

She radiated a chilling aura that covered the verdant forest in a layer of frost.

Together, they faced a colossal black millstone ahead.

The ancient millstone exuded a suffocating presence, its surface glowing with dazzling lights

that pulsed ominously.

Leslie's beautiful eyes reflected a trace of reminiscence as she gazed at the millstone.

This Infernal Grinder had been restored by Owen, and though his presence on it was faint, it

warmed her heart.

The War Goddess also looked at the twisted, glowing Hell Grinder with a complex expression.

Without Owen's restoration of this artifact, she would have been lost in the chaotic rivers of

time, unable to return.

Thanks to the Infernal Reincarnation's guidance, she had found her way back.

In this, Owen had done her a great service.

She believed that the Lord of Stars and others must have sensed the presence of the Infernal

Reincarnation and would be rushing here as fast as they could.

This beacon of hope must not falter!

Boom!

Suddenly, the entire sky trembled as if struck by a mighty force.

A massive black crack appeared in the heavens, spreading chaos and oppressive energy

throughout the void.

As the torrential pressure descended, both Leslie and the War Goddess looked up, their gazes

unflinching.

"As expected, they've come!"