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

Chapter 147: Chapter147-Kaldan’s Fury



Meanwhile, as the gaze and aura of Kaldan, Henry, and the others converged on Owen, the figures of several Fallen Angels gathered behind him like black mist, shielding him from their sharp, knife-like aura.

These Fallen Angels could clearly sense the strength of Kaldan and his group, as well as their disdain and murderous intent toward Owen.

In the past, they would have gladly watched this unfold.

However, now that Owen had obtained the Holy Token of their angel race, bestowed by Oya, even if they didn't want to admit it, Owen was considered one of their own in the Fallen Angel

race.

Additionally, Owen's contract spellbeast, Seraphina, was of vital importance to their race, so from that perspective, they all hoped Owen would survive.

"You really are a trouble magnet, making enemies wherever you go," one of the nine Fallen Angels quipped, then turned their focus to Kaldan with a serious expression.

While their individual combat power wasn't on par with Kaldan and his group, together they had master-tier fighting strength!

However, as the Fallen Angels released their aura, Henry snorted disdainfully, his face showing even more contempt. Glancing at Owen, he said:

"Really? You think nine Fallen Angels can stop us?"

As he spoke, the people from the four great empires and the three major families burst into laughter.

In their eyes, while the Fallen Angels were indeed a special race, their low tier made them seem like ants.

Now, these ants dared to challenge such formidable foes as them, which was simply suicidal! "Like attracts like, and waste attracts waste. The dragon princess of Middle Earth will arrive soon, and you Fallen Angels don't even try to flee, but instead play the fool?"

Kaldan simply saw it as a joke.

Upon seeing Owen's diamond-tier level 1 status, Kaldan's initial excitement turned to disappointment, feeling that all the preparations made for today were a complete waste of

time.

Facing the taunts from Kaldan and the others, the nine Fallen Angels were furious, their eyes blazing with anger like flames, generating a turbulent aura that spread in all directions.

However, when this aura reached Kaldan and his group, it was as if it encountered an immovable iron wall, dissipating into nothing. Instead, their aura was suddenly suppressed. Their bodies trembled slightly, and they involuntarily stepped back a few paces, their wings quivering as the soft black feathers lay flat against them.

The oppressive force rebounding from Kaldan and his group was too much for them to bear, causing a disturbance in their magic.

Barely able to stabilize themselves, they turned to Owen with troubled expressions.

The overwhelming presence of Kaldan and the others, all above master-tier, gave them a sense of helplessness they had never experienced before.

They could only place their faint hopes on Owen.

Under their gaze, Owen's face remained calm, devoid of emotion, showing no reaction to the provocations from Kaldan and the others.

It was as if Kaldan and the others hadn't been mocking Owen at all.

Owen's silence made Kaldan and his companions frown, surprised and angered.

As renowned prodigies of Middle Earth, they expected Owen to be intimidated, perhaps even trembling and begging for mercy.

Yet, Owen's composure irritated them. To them, he was an outsider, a mere native from beyond Middle Earth, who had gotten the Supreme Order by chance and dared to act arrogantly before them.

Especially among the many visitors from Middle Earth was Kaldan, who had brought the prodigies of various cities here not only to grasp the Supreme Order but also to demonstrate his authority and recruit these prodigies under his command!

It was one thing for other Middle Earth prodigies to be superficially obedient yet defiant, as they had strong talents and powerful empires and families backing them.

But why should Owen not bow down?

Why wasn't he begging for mercy?

In an instant, the sky above Kaldan roared, and countless crimson meteors descended, bringing an endless searing heat.

Under the heat waves, vegetation turned to ash, rocks and the ground twisted and melted from the intense heat, bubbling and sizzling, transforming the area into a boiling Lava Blast!

Owen, being targeted, became the core of this oppressive aura!

Seeing this, Henry and the others realized that the extremely proud and face-conscious

Kaldan must have been completely angered by Owen's actions.

Yet, under their gaze, Owen remained calm, looking at them without arrogance or servility, like an indestructible stone, blocking all the incoming oppressive heat.

"Elder Joseph, didn't Father say just to bring him back alive?" Kaldan, furious, immediately turned to the Protector behind him, his face contorted, his clenched fists creaking as if he wanted to tear Owen to pieces.

The Protector behind him appeared extremely old, with yellowing, sparse hair resembling dried grass in the autumn wind, exuding a strong sense of decay, as if he had one foot in the

grave.

Despite his aged appearance, his aura was unfathomably deep!

At that moment, his expression turned even darker as he snorted softly and nodded.

Owen was truly insufferable, knowing full well they were from Middle Earth, yet lacking any humility expected of someone beneath them.

For those like them from Middle Earth, any native from outside Middle Earth should bow and scrape before them, eager to lick their boots!

If Owen cooperated, they wouldn't mind giving him some rewards, keeping him as a mascot. But his current indifference showed that he completely disregarded them!

"Good!"

Seeing the Protector nod, Kaldan's expression turned icy, blending into the darkness. "Since Father only wants him alive, let's cut off his limbs and take him back as a torso!"

As he spoke, Owen, who had remained unresponsive, shook his head slightly, looking at Kaldan with an indifferent expression.

"So, you are the leader of this Middle Earth group? It's a shame you chose the wrong

opponent."

"Arrogant!"

At Owen's words, Kaldan, already furious, was nearly bursting with rage.

Even in Middle Earth, no one dared speak to him this way!

Outside Middle Earth, in this barren land, a lowly person dared to show him such disrespect!

His anger fueled his already fiery aura, like oil on a blaze, and his body instantly transformed

into flowing molten lava, completely elementalizing!

Elementalization!

Seeing this, Henry and the others were slightly surprised.

This advanced technique was generally reserved for major battles, fully merging the user with

the elements, greatly enhancing both offense and defense.

Yet, this technique was being used against Owen, showing the extent of Kaldan's fury.

Even they had to treat Kaldan in this state seriously, fearing severe injury if careless.

After all, Kaldan's strength was among the best in their group.

Facing Kaldan, who immediately elementalized, Owen's expression grew more solemn, and his mind, already grave, became even more focused.

His eyes were filled with mana, trying to lock onto Kaldan's form as it surged forward like a

torrent of magma.

Elementalization is a more refined use of the domain, a special technique mastered only by

the prodigies.

In Kaldan's current state, a mere diamond-tier level 1 like himself was no match.

His level was still too low!

To confront such a prodigy from Middle Earth, whose level and combat power were among

the top, Owen needed to get as close as possible to his level!

So, quickly, a system interface appeared before Owen's eyes, and the Exp he had accumulated for so long poured out like a flood!

Since the system had prompted him that it would not automatically increase his tier, Owen had been saving up Exp without breaking through, treating it as one of his greatest trump

cards.

After all, Owen's combat power at diamond-tier level 1 was already astonishing, and with each small level increase, his strength would grow significantly!