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

Chapter 459: Chapter455-Raven's Fate



Snow Lotus Empire

Inside the royal palace.

After the earth-shattering battle between Leslie and Raven, countless layers of Chaotic Aura spread across the void, like a dense, misty cloud.

Not long after, under the anxious gazes of countless forces, a figure suddenly flew out of the chaotic cloud.

Everyone focused their attention-it was Raven!

In the apocalyptic clash, the Wraith Marshal, Raven, had actually been repelled by Leslie!

Under their watchful eyes, Raven was visibly heavily injured.

His body was riddled with black cracks, resembling a spider's web.

The Wraith Heart in his chest had been pierced by ice and shattered completely!

Severely wounded, Raven's aura weakened as he gasped for breath, trying to heal the injury in his chest.

However, the shattered Wraith Heart, once broken, could never be restored.

More importantly, a shadow of a Dark Tower loomed over his chest.

Though the Dark Tower was small, the unique aura it exuded completely suppressed the wraith energy!

Even as the Wraith Marshal, whose wraith energy was immensely potent, Raven couldn't dispel the Dark Tower's influence.

For a fleeting moment, Raven seemed to return to the past.

He saw the forest where he first met Elena and scenes of their shared memories.

How carefree they had been back then.

If only he hadn't succumbed to darkness and become a vessel for wraiths... how wonderful might it have been?

Raven reached out, trying to touch the face of the young girl before him.

Yet as his fingers grazed her cheek, ripples spread like water, rendering the image untouchable-an illusion.

Snapping back to reality, Raven looked at Leslie.

From the moment Leslie revealed the Dark Tower, Raven knew he wouldn't leave this place alive today.

After all, Leslie's past self had been ruthless enough to severely wound even The Celestial!

Taking a deep breath, Raven walked over to Elena's body, protected within a rune-light formation.

If death was an inescapable conclusion, then fulfilling his old wish was a fitting choice and end.

At that moment, Elsa's face filled with rage as she watched Raven's movements. She prepared to charge forward and stop him.

"Stop! Let go of my mother!"

However, her words had no effect on Raven.

Instead, Leslie appeared in front of Elsa, blocking her.

"Let him take your mother away. It's her final wish."

Elsa stared at Leslie in disbelief, but Leslie's expression remained resolute.

Though Leslie hadn't experienced the love story between Elena and Raven firsthand, Elena had remembered everything, especially matters concerning Raven.

Clearly, her feelings for Raven were still profound.

But sadly, Raven could no longer turn back, and neither could she.

In Elena's heart, Raven was an extraordinarily complex figure-friend, benefactor, enemy, and spouse...

Seeing Leslie's serious expression, Elsa could only stop, her face awash with tears as she gazed at Elena from a distance.

Her cherished mother was gone forever.

As Elena's daughter, who had always stayed by her side, Elsa deeply understood the inner torment her mother had endured over the years.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have spent so much time hiding in the library, poring over historical records to escape reality.

Now, since it was her mother's final wish, Elsa had to respect it.

But thinking of the man who had caused her mother so much pain, her anger surged uncontrollably, her heart filled with hatred.

Under Elsa's tearful gaze, the once haggard and aged Raven gradually transformed as he carried Elena away.

His hair darkened, his skin regained its elasticity, and his youthful eyes brimmed with hope for the world.

He became a young boy once more.

Meanwhile, Elena, cradled in his arms, gradually returned to the appearance of a young girl.

In the final moments before his demise, it seemed Raven had gone back to the past, starting

anew.

"A fitting conclusion," Leslie murmured, her voice tinged with emotion.

She then turned her gaze toward the Demon Abyss.

"They've found their happy ending. Can we expect the same?"

"Dear... it's time to come back."

"I miss you!"

...

At the same time, countless individuals watched Raven's distant figure, their expressions

conflicted.

Raven's natural talent had always been extraordinary.

Once, he had been one of the most powerful beings, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the God of Light and others.

It was a pity that he was later corrupted by the undead, eventually becoming the fearsome

Wraith Marshal. Otherwise, with his talent, he could have rivaled the God of Light, becoming

a peerless figure across planes.

What a waste...

Many sighed with regret.

Meanwhile, the God of Alchemy, observing from his chamber, also had a complicated

expression.

Though he didn't like Raven, he couldn't deny the man's devotion and talent, which far surpassed his own and were leagues beyond most others.

It was a shame that such a figure hadn't perished in a confrontation with The Celestial.

But what surprised him even more was Leslie.

Not only was she shrewd, but her combat prowess was also terrifying.

Initially, he had thought the battle between Leslie and Raven would be an unprecedented, drawn-out struggle. Who would've expected it to end so quickly?

Once the Dark Tower appeared, Raven had been utterly crushed!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

All their perceptions of the battlefield had vanished completely.

No one knew what had transpired during that critical moment.

But whatever happened, it led to Raven's crushing defeat, the destruction of his Wraith Heart,

and his ultimate downfall.

Beyond that, Raven's body was covered in strange, scale-like marks-evidence of the Dark

Tower's impact.

That mysterious Dark Tower was anything but ordinary!

As the God of Alchemy, he had seen countless magical artifacts, crafted many powerful ones

himself, and was familiar with their legends and abilities.

Aside from Loki, no one's knowledge of artifacts surpassed his own. Yet he had no

recollection of this Dark Tower.

The less he knew about it, the more he suspected its peculiarity.

While the God of Alchemy pondered, Vanessa let out a sigh of relief.

"Raven's death is good for us. It'll further enhance the reputation of the Rebel Alliance."

"Besides, we're currently allied with Leslie."

"What's strange is how calm Caesar and his faction are about Raven's demise."

The God of Alchemy nodded thoughtfully at her words.

He had assumed that once Raven was eliminated, the powerful figures under Caesar would

defect to their side.

After all, they were all part of the resistance, only loyal to different leaders. There were no deep-seated enmities between them.

Yet the celestial gods who had sided with Caesar showed no intention of defecting. Their

silence was unnerving.

Were they determined to follow Caesar to the bitter end?

Or was there another plan at work?

...

Within the Small World

After defeating Raven, Leslie brought Elsa into the Small World.

Having promised Elena to protect her daughter, Leslie was determined to honor her word.

Elsa, unfamiliar with the Small World, was tense and anxious, especially in Leslie's

overpowering presence.

Leslie's terrifying display of power during the battle had left an indelible mark on Elsa.

Though not directed at her, it had become a lingering nightmare.

Standing beside Elsa were Ferola of the Wailing Highlands, Ysera of the Emerald

Dreamscape, and the Lord of the Celestial God Palace.

These four renowned women of the Pure Land, all legendary in their own right, stood like

attendants around Leslie.

Each was a peerless beauty, famous in the Pure Land's rankings of exceptional women, each

with unique charm.

Their power and backgrounds were beyond what ordinary mages could hope to rival.

As Elsa took in the sight of these legendary figures surrounding Leslie, Madelyn narrowed her

eyes.