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

Chapter 466: Chapter462-Arrival and the Eerie Dark Temple



Feeling the continuous influence of the Dark Temple on himself, Owen dared not delay any longer and decided to end things swiftly.

A sharp burst of sword energy erupted from the Flame Sword, crashing heavily onto the sealed Dark Temple doors.

The Dark Temple shook slightly but quickly returned to calm.

There wasn't even a trace of a sword mark left on its surface.

Owen's expression grew more solemn.

The Flame Sword was extraordinarily powerful, especially when bolstered by Owen's mana. It was capable of leaving scorching marks, if not outright destruction, on mountains or even small worlds.

How could it fail to leave a single mark here?

Just as Owen prepared to try again, the flame rune on his arm suddenly flickered.

Owen's eyes widened in surprise. This flame rune, a reward from the system, unexpectedly reacted here.

Under Owen's watchful gaze, a fist-sized flame emerged from the rune, flew across the void, and landed precisely on the Dark Temple doors.

Suddenly, the previously sealed doors began to shake violently, showing signs of opening. The entire island trembled in response.

At that moment, the disturbance in the Dark Temple immediately drew the attention of the monsters guarding it.

The four monsters battling the Chief and his group instantly tensed up and prepared to return to the temple.

Their mission was to kill any being approaching the Dark Temple; allowing someone to open it was absolutely unacceptable.

However, just as they were about to retreat, the Chief and his companions launched a fierce offensive, forcibly holding them back to buy Owen critical time.

"You rebellious scum!"

The monsters roared in fury, their auras becoming even more frenzied as they entered an enraged state.

"Owen, you must succeed!"

Rachel and the others sensed the sudden shift and knew it must be because Owen had made progress.

Otherwise, these monsters, who had been toying with them like cats with mice, wouldn't suddenly lose their composure.

Under Rachel's guidance, even more intense mana surged into the Chief and the other three, empowering them further.

Meanwhile, Owen paid no attention to the auras erupting from the monsters. The moment the Dark Temple doors cracked open, he gripped the Flame Sword and the Godslayer Staff tightly and charged inside.

The moment he entered the temple, his gaze was immediately drawn to the ceiling.

Above him was a vast expanse of stars, so brilliant that they illuminated the once-dark temple. These stars formed an ancient star map.

At first glance, this star map was completely different from the current era's constellations- so ancient that its origins were indeterminable.

As Owen stared at it, a cold, bone-piercing wind suddenly swept through, causing him to shiver instinctively. It felt as though he had fallen into an abyssal hell.

Snapping out of it, Owen quickly turned toward the source of the chill.

It came from the deepest part of the temple.

There stood an ancient altar.

The altar seemed to bear five different colors, though now it was charred black and emanating a foreboding aura of darkness.

The chilling sensation that had made Owen's body feel frozen came from this ominous dark energy.

Even the black sea outside seemed like a diluted version of this dark energy.

This eerie altar appeared to be the source of the darkness and the core of The Celestial's seal. However, this thought only flickered through Owen's mind for a moment before vanishing. Because atop the altar was a figure concealed in a faint mist.

As Owen's gaze fell upon the altar, the figure stepped out of the mist.

Had it not voluntarily revealed itself, Owen wouldn't even have noticed its presence!

The moment Owen saw this figure, only one thought filled his mind:

Terrifying!

The aura emanating from this figure exuded an indescribable sense of oppression.

The figure seemed to have been dismembered in the past; its body showed clear signs of being stitched back together. Its skin was covered in scars resembling centipedes crawling across it.

The dark energy emanating from this figure was even more intense and horrifying than that of

the altar.

It was evident-this figure was the true source of the darkness!

As Owen stared at it, the figure also locked its gaze on him.

"All shall return to nothingness. All shall eternally slumber in the lament of darkness," it

said.

"So, join me in slumber, waiting for the day when all is consumed by the dark..."

Its voice was maddeningly deranged, and as it spoke, its disheveled hair quivered slightly.

Owen regarded the figure with a deeply serious expression.

This being hadn't appeared in any of the stories Owen knew.

Given the aura it emitted, it seemed almost impossible that such a terrifying individual would

go unmentioned in history.

If Owen could uncover its identity, it might offer a key advantage in dealing with it.

However, after a moment of thought, Owen had no leads.

"What's wrong? You don't wish to slumber with me?"

Seeing Owen remain silent, the deranged figure became even more agitated.

"Though you may be powerful, I recall that I should be invincible. I have no equals-none,

ever!"

It clutched its head with its hands, causing the chains shackling it to rattle loudly.

Watching this display of madness, Owen suddenly felt that this figure resembled the Dark

Lord from legend.

Long ago, the Dark Lord initiated a bloody massacre in an attempt to shroud all life in

darkness.

That war had claimed countless lives.

The chaos he caused had drawn the attention of The Celestial and other supreme powers, who launched a concerted effort to destroy him.

By all accounts, the Dark Lord had perished in that era. How could he now be here, guarding the Dark Temple?

As a mix of complex emotions flickered across Owen's face, the Dark Lord patted his temple

and looked at him intently.

"You know me?"

The Dark Lord's voice was cold, carrying an irrefutable authority, as though his words alone

defined truth.

Owen didn't bother to hide it and replied calmly, "Yes, I recognize you. You were the Dark

Lord."

Hearing this, the Dark Lord's face showed a rare hint of surprise.

After all, the events of that tumultuous era had occurred countless millennia ago. Few, if any,

in this age should recognize him.

Especially since Owen's certainty about his identity left no room for doubt.

The Dark Lord wasn't even originally from this plane but from another! Owen's gaze hardened as he studied the increasingly cold expression of the Dark Lord.

"You, a unique being from another plane, may have been significant once, but today, we are

enemies. I'm afraid I must apologize," Owen said calmly.

Knowing the Dark Lord's identity allowed Owen to relax slightly.

Although the Dark Lord was fearsome, understanding his origins dispelled much of the

uncertainty.

"After today, there will be no more Dark Lord," Owen declared firmly.

It was now clear to him that The Celestial had used the Dark Lord as a pawn to suppress the Demon Abyss-a form of imprisonment in its own right.

According to the system's requirements, to fully open the Dark Temple, Owen had to destroy

the Dark Lord.

As the core of the seal, the Dark Lord's presence made it impossible to break the bindings by

any other means.

Destroying him, however, would erase all traces of his original plane forever.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

But for Owen, dismantling The Celestial's influence was far more important. Having made his decision, Owen steadied his breathing and locked his aura onto the Dark

Lord.

Sensing Owen's murderous intent, the Dark Lord sneered coldly.

"You think you can kill me? Do you have the qualifications?"

"In this place, I am the true ruler of the world!"