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

Chapter 485: Chapter481-The Gravely Injured War Goddess



Leslie was a key figure in the rebellion against The Celestial.

Tsukihime, on the other hand, was the emperor among the primordial celestial gods and ranked second only to two other beings within The Celestial.

Weren't they supposed to be natural enemies?

Why, then, was this the situation upon their meeting?

The expressions of the four Sacred Protectors grew increasingly grave. As the guardians of the Divine Emperor, the appearance of a unique figure like Leslie could potentially influence their lord. She had to be eliminated swiftly.

With this thought firmly rooted in their minds, they changed their target, no longer paying attention to the War Goddess and instead charging directly toward Leslie.

The War Goddess roared in fury, "Your opponent is me! Get over here!"

As her words fell, a crimson vortex began spinning around her, radiating immense suction power like invisible hands pulling the four Sacred Protectors toward her.

Although the War Goddess was unclear about Leslie's relationship with Tsukihime and whether it was good or bad, Leslie was, after all, Owen's husband-a bond she and her comrades had witnessed.

Deep in her heart, a shred of trust lingered. In this critical moment, she couldn't allow them to leave her battlefield. Otherwise, Leslie would face tremendous pressure against Tsukihime, and if these four Protectors joined in, there would be no chance of victory.

Among the four Sacred Protectors, the leader, the Skysea Protector, formed a hand seal and prepared to strike at Leslie. However, before he could lock onto her, the crimson vortex unleashed by the War Goddess pulled at him, forcing him to redirect his attack. He decided it was best to first subdue the War Goddess.

After all, they had absolute confidence in the Divine Emperor's power.

In a direct confrontation, Leslie would certainly lose.

Boom!

At that moment, a deafening explosion echoed as the Skysea Protector's gathered handprint collided violently with the blood-red vortex, significantly slowing its rotation.

Seizing the opportunity, the other three Protectors launched attacks from different directions.

Endless Thicket!

Soul-Cleaving Blade!

Mind Erosion!

These three Protectors, all beings at the Primordial God level, unleashed their trump cards, their immense power leaving onlookers barely able to keep their eyes open.

Sensing the rapidly approaching danger, the War Goddess compressed the killing intent in her palm to its limit, forming a blood-red orb that split into three and was hurled toward her attackers.

The ensuing battle rippled outward, creating a chaotic mana fluctuation and filling the space with an aura of entropy.

Moments later, the War Goddess's body was sent flying. Her already battered armor was nearly shattered, covered in even more cracks. Blood seeped from her body, staining the armor a deep crimson.

In contrast, the four Sacred Protectors appeared far more composed.

Their power levels were not inferior to the War Goddess, and together, they completely overpowered her.

Yet before they could celebrate, they noticed a blood-red mirror suddenly materialize beneath their feet. Their reflections appeared within the mirror, and the next instant, their consciousness was dragged into a phantom world identical to the real one.

In this illusory realm, death would irreparably damage their minds, potentially turning them into puppets of the War Goddess.

This was one of the War Goddess's most formidable techniques.

However, though they were trapped in this mental space, the four Protectors, seasoned warriors of countless battles, remained calm as they fought the blood-colored shadows of themselves.

The battle was fierce, but the situation was clearly unfavorable for the War Goddess.

Fighting four enemies at once was beyond her capability, and the illusory mental space began to rapidly collapse.

At this moment, Leslie, who had been observing silently, glanced at Tsukihime and spoke calmly:

"If the War Goddess truly fights to her last breath, the four Sacred Protectors will undoubtedly pay a heavy price."

To Leslie, the War Goddess was one of the rare heroines she had encountered. If it came down to the bitter end, the War Goddess would never choose cowardice; the power she could unleash in such a moment was unimaginable.

Tsukihime's expression remained unchanged. To her, the four Sacred Protectors were nothing more than slightly stronger servants.

Their lives and deaths were of no concern to her.

As someone close to The Celestial's power, her thoughts mirrored theirs: only those capable

of assisting her deserved to remain under her command. Anyone else was expendable. "Ultimately, the War Goddess is merely a clown jumping to her death," Tsukihime said coldly. "I did not expect you to join the Rebel Alliance."

"It's just a faction. Why shouldn't I join?" Leslie replied indifferently.

Tsukihime frowned slightly. She felt something was different about Leslie. Her tone turned serious:

"I need to know—are you still the person willing to sacrifice everything for the ultimate goal?"

"This is crucial. If your heart has changed, there's no reason for us to continue cooperating." Leslie stared back at her. "My resolve remains unchanged, and I am still striving toward that goal."

"But I must tell you one thing: I am no longer alone. I'm willing to make sacrifices for my ideals, but I won't do so blindly."

"In my heart, there's a new goal that stands equal to that ideal."

Hearing this, Tsukihime's face turned icy, her aura growing frigid, as though the heavens

were raging and the skies darkened.

Leslie's resolve had changed?

Tsukihime locked her gaze on Leslie, trying to see through her heart.

After a moment of eye contact, Tsukihime seemed to discern something. Her expression

turned to shock, and she involuntarily took a step back.

Stabilizing herself, she exclaimed in disbelief:

"How is this possible?!"

"You got married-and you have a child with him!"

"Have you gone mad, or have I?"

For the first time, Tsukihime's composed demeanor shattered, her face filled with

astonishment.

"Isn't it perfectly normal?" Leslie asked, unfazed.

Both Owen and her daughter were irreplaceable parts of her life, bringing her immense joy.

Tsukihime paused, momentarily dazed by Leslie's response. Marriage and children were

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But Leslie? Married? With a child?

Even hearing it directly from Leslie, Tsukihime found it hard to believe.

Several breaths passed before Tsukihime regained her composure. Her eyes turned cold.

"You've changed, Leslie."

Leslie shook her head slightly. "You've never experienced these things, so you'll never

understand."

"I don't understand, and I never will," Tsukihime replied with a cold laugh. "And I don't want to. All I know is that you've fallen."

The fleeting tenderness in Leslie's eyes further enraged Tsukihime. A surge of murderous

intent filled her heart.

If it were anyone else but Leslie, she would have already taken their head to vent her anger. Sensing Tsukihime's rising fury, Leslie remained calm.

"My personal life is none of your concern."

"You'd better focus on your own matters."

Tsukihime's icy glare locked onto Leslie. "I will handle my own matters. But you'd better not

let your personal affairs ruin ours!"

Then, as though struck by an idea, Tsukihime's expression shifted to one of malicious

interest.

"Seeing how much you care for your husband, what would you do if I killed him?"

The moment these words fell, the fractured void seemed to freeze, turning into a wintry hell.

A wave of indescribable cold erupted from Leslie, spreading outward. The void around her was instantly coated in thick layers of ice.