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

Chapter 453: Chapter449-Elena



The Wraith Marshal!

Countless minds were flooded with terrifying historical accounts of his previous reigns of terror.

When the malevolent spirit swept across the lands, the sheer horror of its evil intent drove countless mages into chaos and fratricidal slaughter.

It was a scene far more horrifying than the apocalyptic destruction wrought by Sargeras' Burning Legion—mages, once vibrant and alive, turned into prey for each other.

Those mages who succumbed to the malevolence became puppets of the Wraith Marshal, offering him fresh blood, flesh, and even beautiful captives to satisfy his insatiable desires.

In the history of his rampages, no faction or class of mages was spared-they were all toys for his cruel amusement.

Civilizations that once shone brightly were obliterated by his onslaught.

To the forces of the Pure Land, the Wraith Marshal was the most feared existence.

Meanwhile, in a forsaken land...

Countless malevolent spirits stirred and grew increasingly restless as the black aura of evil intent spread.

They had been sealed here for far too long and yearned desperately for release.

At the center of this forsaken land, Caesar knelt on one knee, reverently welcoming the ancient, shadowy figure forming from the black pupil.

At first, the figure shaped by the pupil appeared as a handsome young man. However, as it solidified, the figure visibly aged at a rapid pace.

His once-taut skin sagged, wrinkling like the bark of an ancient tree, etched with the merciless passage of time.

As this figure took shape, Caesar lowered his head even further, his demeanor growing more deferential.

This wrinkled old man was none other than the Wraith Marshal-a composite entity born from the convergence of endless malevolence.

Simply standing before him, Caesar felt an oppressive force deep in his soul, as countless bizarre thoughts surged uncontrollably through his mind.

The newly-formed Wraith Marshal moved his stiff limbs slightly, then rotated his head to face Caesar.

Though he had been in slumber, Caesar's summons had awakened him, granting him insight into Caesar's thoughts and the current state of the era.

After all, the growing malevolence contained countless fragments of the events occurring in this plane.

Casting a single glance at Caesar, the Wraith Marshal turned his gaze toward a distant point. His raspy voice carried a complex tone as he said:Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Elena... you never expected this, did you? I, Raven, have returned!"

The voice was so layered with emotion that every spirit in the forsaken land trembled at its

resonance.

Meanwhile.

In the depths of the Snow Lotus Empire's royal palace, a golden-haired woman sat serenely in an opulent pavilion, bathed in the warm glow of amber gemstones, quietly perusing an ancient tome.

Her bright, jewel-like eyes radiated wisdom and grace. With her snow-white skin and elegant demeanor, she resembled a scholarly beauty of profound intellect.

Not far from her, on the training platform, stood a woman who bore a striking resemblance to her. The younger woman was experimenting with various magical spells, causing the pavilion's light to flicker intermittently amid occasional bursts of chaotic sounds.

Her expression was focused and devoid of emotion. She was tall, with a strikingly curvaceous figure accentuated by a flowing purple chiffon gown.

This was Elsa, the princess of the Snow Lotus Empire.

The mature woman, quietly reading nearby, was her mother-Elena, the empress.

Suddenly, as the pervasive malevolent aura infiltrated the area, Elena's hand tightened around the book she was holding.

Her bright, rational eyes uncharacteristically turned pale as she gazed in the direction of the forsaken land with a complex expression.

She sighed softly, murmuring:

"As expected... not even endless malevolence can resolve the obsession in your heart..."

At the Forbidden Sea.

Leslie stood poised in the void, gazing into the distance. Her luxurious, regal gown swayed gently in the breeze.

Her sharp eyes carried a contemplative gleam as they fixed on the forsaken land.

At that moment, a sharp sound broke through the air. The space before Leslie split open,

revealing a gateway.

From the portal emerged Venus.

Madelyn immediately tensed at the sight of Venus.

After all, Venus had attacked her brother before!

Even though she had been coerced, Madelyn hadn't forgotten the betrayal.

Sensing Madelyn's hostility, Venus's expression turned uneasy.

She understood the damage her actions against Owen had caused, so she offered Madelyn a faint, apologetic smile before turning to face Leslie.

Leslie stood like a celestial god, her dress billowing as her flawless face remained devoid of emotion-dignified and solemn.

Just days ago, Venus had still held some confidence in herself, despite being previously overshadowed by Leslie.

After all, she was a Throne Celestial and one of the leaders of the Rebel Alliance.

But Leslie's continuous displays of power had shattered her self-assurance.

Deep down, Leslie had become an insurmountable mountain to her.

Taking a deep breath to calm her emotions, Venus said slowly:

"Miss Leslie, you must already know-the Wraith Marshal is about to return."

Leslie responded calmly:

"How many celestial gods of the Rebel Alliance stand with me?"

Venus swallowed hard.

"Originally, many celestial gods were leaning toward supporting us. But with the Wraith Marshal's imminent return, most of them have chosen to side with Caesar."

Leslie's expression remained indifferent.

This did not surprise her.

Caesar had long rallied many celestial gods to his cause. Now, with Raven's return and the

immense pressure it brought, aligning with Caesar seemed like the safest option, even if his

actions betrayed the Rebel Alliance's principles.

Seeing that Leslie's demeanor hadn't changed, Venus felt a small sense of relief, grateful that

Leslie wasn't venting her anger on them.

But just as Venus exhaled, Leslie's cold voice cut through the air:

"Do they truly believe the Wraith Marshal will protect them?"

"That creature is on a path to destruction..."

Venus froze, confused by Leslie's cryptic statement.

Before she could ask for clarification, Leslie continued in her detached tone:

"Proceed with the original plan."

Venus frowned, sensing something amiss but unable to pinpoint what it was.

"Stick to the plan? But the Wraith Marshal has already awakened!" Venus protested.

Leslie glanced at her.

"I've already said-we won't concern ourselves with the Wraith Marshal. Stick to the plan."

"Why?" Venus couldn't help but ask.

While she had come to relay the news, her main purpose was to seek Leslie's help.

The Wraith Marshal's strength was overwhelming, and only Leslie seemed capable of

standing against him.

Yet Leslie's attitude was disturbingly calm-almost indifferent.

The Wraith Marshal wasn't an ordinary being. Once awakened, he would undoubtedly target

the Rebel Alliance first.

As this thought crossed Venus's mind, Leslie's steady gaze fell on her.

"He's indeed a threat to everyone-especially us. But when he emerges, he won't come for us

first."

Venus stared blankly at Leslie, utterly baffled.

"Why? If not us, then who?"

Leslie's eyes narrowed as she answered with conviction:

"He'll seek out Elena, the empress of the Snow Lotus Empire."

"Elena?" Venus's confusion deepened.

What connection could the empress of the Snow Lotus Empire possibly have to the Wraith

Marshal?

Before Venus could voice her doubts, Leslie cut her off:

"You've asked enough questions. Stick to the plan-everything will fall into place."