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

Chapter 461: Chapter457-The Gathering, the Assault on the Dark Temple



The people present all turned their eyes to Owen.

Originally, as a Throne Celestial, Owen didn't inspire much confidence in their success. However, seeing the boundless confidence radiating from him was like a spark igniting their fervor. They were willing to believe in Owen and follow him for this one attempt.

After all, the unique confidence he exuded was unlike anything they had ever encountered before.

Amidst the fiery determination in everyone's gaze, Owen stepped forward resolutely.

"Everyone, breaking The Celestial's seal here won't be easy, and I'll need your help!"

As Owen's voice rang out, the people standing not far before him immediately pounded their chests in assurance:

"Owen, just tell us what to do, and we'll do everything in our power to accomplish it!"

"That's right! This time, we believe in you. Together, we can escape the Demon Abyss!" "For the glory of the Alps Divine Mountain!"

The cheers of the crowd rose and gathered, creating thunderous waves of sound that shook the heavens.

Seeing that everyone's morale had been roused, Owen turned his gaze toward the peak of the Alps Divine Mountain, his eyes glinting with a cold light.

"Owen, that is the place forbidden by generations past," the Chief quickly explained upon noticing Owen's focus. "The lingering power of The Celestial there is immensely terrifying. Anyone who comes into contact with it will suffer grave injuries, even death."

Owen, however, shook his head slightly and said slowly:

"That's precisely where we're headed. To leave this place, we must reach the peak of the divine mountain and destroy the Dark Temple there."

According to the system's guidance, the Dark Temple was located at the summit of the Alps. Owen's own senses confirmed that the lingering power of The Celestial was most terrifying and concentrated at the mountain's peak, making it an instinctual place to avoid.

However, to break the seal and destroy the Dark Temple, this was their only chance. "This..."

Hearing Owen's solemn words, many of the tribespeople hesitated.

"Owen, are you really planning to go there? The lingering power of The Celestial is truly dreadful, and our ancestors left a commandment warning of great peril there. We mustn't approach it!"

"Exactly, Owen. Perhaps we should follow the method of our predecessors and focus on attacking the skies above us. One day, we might tear it apart completely."

"The dark canopy above was only a thousand meters high originally. After generations of efforts by our ancestors, it's now two thousand meters high. If we keep at it, we'll surely have a chance."

Many tried to persuade Owen, as his words seemed too shocking to them.

Owen glanced at the Chief and the others, his expression heavy.

These simple tribespeople wouldn't lie to him. There must indeed be an ancestral commandment, but the system's guidance couldn't be wrong either.

So where was the problem?

Could it be that there was a traitor within the divine mountain?

After much thought, Owen deemed this possibility the most likely.

Otherwise, if destroying the Dark Temple was truly the way to break free from The Celestial's hold, why would their ancestors have left a completely erroneous commandment?

If not for this mistaken commandment, even though the lingering power of The Celestial on the divine mountain was terrifying, the strong successive generations of the mountain dwellers could have worn it down over time. Like water wearing away stone, the Dark Temple would no longer exist.

"The Celestial truly is cunning, suppressing them not only with power but also shackling their minds," Owen murmured to himself. Then, pointing to the divine mountain, he declared firmly:

"Everyone, I don't know where your ancestral commandment originated, but I assure you, as long as we destroy the Dark Temple atop the mountain, we can free ourselves from this place and break The Celestial's seal!"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Hearing this, everyone turned to the Chief and the other elders of the tribe.

They didn't think Owen would harm them, but this matter was of grave importance.

"Brother, I believe you!"

After a brief silence, a little girl missing a few teeth stepped forward to Owen's side and spoke firmly.

"I don't understand the grand reasoning, but Brother Owen makes me feel comfortable. This time, let's trust Brother Owen."

With the little girl taking the lead, many other children who liked Owen chimed in as well. Having lived in isolation for so long, their simple nature gave them an almost childlike instinct for sensing goodwill and malice.

Many of the tribe's adults thought for a moment and then spoke seriously:

"Chief, perhaps we should try. We've used countless methods and explored nearly every corner of the Demon Abyss, but none have worked. What Owen says does make some sense." "I think we should give it a try too. There are so many of us, and even if the ancestral commandment says the mountain is dangerous, we should be able to return safely."

"Let's try! Owen isn't from our village, yet he immediately noticed something was amiss with that place. Maybe there really is a problem there!"

The aged Chief looked at Owen, then at the mountain peak, and quickly nodded:

"Everyone, since we trust Owen, this time, we'll follow him and see for ourselves!"

"However, that place is exceedingly dangerous. Those who haven't reached the Throne

Celestial tier should not come for now."

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

Regardless of whether they could break The Celestial's seal, the place was undoubtedly perilous and required caution.

Soon, the tribespeople split into two groups.

On the left stood the strong adults and elders of the tribe, all of whom had reached the Throne Celestial level. A quick glance revealed as many as thirty of them!

Owen's expression turned grave.

Despite being sealed here for so long, these people had worked tirelessly to improve their strength across generations, producing such a large number of Throne Celestials.

Their talent and heritage were truly remarkable.

What made Owen even more solemn was the three elderly figures at the forefront of these

Throne Celestials.

One was an old woman holding a bone needle, mending animal hides as if she were an

ordinary grandmother.

Yet the aura emanating from her far surpassed the Throne Celestial level, akin to a massive black hole capable of swallowing anyone who approached.

To her left stood an old man holding a cane.

Although hunched over, his eyes were bright, and he carried a strong scent of medicinal herbs.

He was the tribe's shaman-healer, also a being beyond the Throne Celestial level.

To her right was a brawny man wielding an axe, his upper body a bronzed hue radiating

explosive strength.

The axe in his grip exuded a dense, oppressive gravity, pitch-black and foreboding.

These three were all beings beyond the Throne Celestial level.

Coupled with the even more unfathomable Chief, there were thirty Throne Celestials and four

entities beyond that level.

Such a lineup would be terrifying anywhere.

Seeing this assembly, even the Chief felt a bit reassured. Together, they could respond swiftly

to any unexpected situation.

Meanwhile, Raina, Lana, and Princess Marry gazed at the crowd, astonished by the sheer aura

emanating from them.

Previously, though they had noticed differences between these people and those outside, they couldn't pinpoint what was unique.

Now, with their combined presence, the terrifying aura they exuded made them realize just how extraordinary these seemingly ordinary farmers truly were.

As they stood in shock, Owen suddenly seemed to sense something and looked up sharply at

the canopy above.

In a fleeting moment, it was as if he saw the soft and adorable Little Leslie, her wide eyes

filled with anticipation as she stared at him.

"Daddy, Mommy and I miss you so much!"

Hearing her voice, Owen narrowed his eyes, his mind filled with images of Leslie and his

daughter.

He couldn't stay here much longer.

The situation in the Pure Land was unstable, and relying solely on Leslie was too much of a

burden for her.

No matter what, he had to leave this place quickly and return to his wife and child!

Resolving this in his heart, Owen took a deep breath, dispelling his distractions. Then, he charged straight toward the Alps Divine Mountain.