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

Chapter 498: Chapter494-Little Leslie Joins the Fray

Chapter 498: Chapter494-Little Leslie Joins the Fray

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At that moment, the Trickster God Loki turned his eerie gaze toward Ysera.

As one of his children, Loki believed he had been more than accommodating to Ysera, yet now she stood on the opposite side of the battlefield.

"Ysera, it's not too late to turn back. I'll just assume you've been acting as The Celestial's undercover agent in this rebellion," Loki said slowly, his voice calm as he looked at the now- mature Ysera.

Ysera had always been his most outstanding child, garnering his attention far more than any of his other offspring. But her ambitions troubled him greatly.

At this moment, Ysera stared at Loki with a heavy heart. For her, this man wasn't a father-he was the cause of all her suffering.

If not for him, her mother wouldn't have died!

"Loki, let's settle our grudge here and now!"

Taking a deep breath, Ysera's eyes were filled with resolve. She knew full well that her current strength wasn't enough to match Loki, a master manipulator. But after training under Leslie and in the Small World, her power had increased significantly.

Even if she couldn't win, she would give it her all.

"You grew up under my watch, and your strength is nowhere near mine. If you obey me now, I'll let bygones be bygones. This is your last chance," Loki said coldly, meeting Ysera's gaze filled with killing intent.

His voice lacked any familial affection. Loki valued Ysera primarily for her talent and potential.

If she refused to follow him, he wouldn't hesitate to eliminate her. Her close ties with rebels like Owen and Leslie could threaten his standing with The Celestial, and Loki, ever cautious, couldn't allow that risk to fester.

But Ysera's resolve didn't waver. Without a word, she charged at Loki.

Brilliant emerald light formed a radiant crown above her head, bolstering her mana. Behind her, the enormous figure of a Jade Dragon materialized, towering like a mountain and exuding a suffocating pressure.

Loki, however, shook his head in disappointment.

"Ysera, you've truly let me down."

With a flick of his finger, Loki dispelled the emerald crown, cutting off its empowering energy.

Ysera's heart sank as realization dawned-the crown her mother had left her had been tampered with by Loki.

Without the crown's power, Ysera's aura plummeted, stabilizing only at the Celestial God Seal level-far below the Throne Celestial God tier.

Though her combat prowess was formidable enough to face a Throne Celestial God with the crown, without it, she had no chance against Loki, a Primordial God.

Her eyes dimmed with despair as Loki stepped closer.

"Ysera, since you've chosen to oppose me, you know the consequences. Rest assured, you won't die alone. I'll ensure the entire Azure Kingdom and Emerald Dreamscape join you in death!"

With a wave of his hand, Loki unleashed thick, sticky webbing from behind him. It quickly wove into a vast, all-encompassing net that descended upon Ysera.

The web exuded a sense of inevitability, as though it had sealed her fate. Ysera felt an invisible shackle tightening around her, dragging her mind into a dark abyss.

Yet deep within her despair, the images of Leslie and Owen surfaced in her thoughts, rekindling her resolve.

Summoning every ounce of mana within her, Ysera compressed it into a radiant green beam of energy.

"Loki, die!"

Fueled by her fury, the green beam tore through everything in its path, leaving a void that refused to heal.

The attack, amplified by her rage, became a devastating force. Even Loki, caught off guard by the sudden assault, furrowed his brow as the beam shattered his web.

The corrosive green energy scorched Loki's body, leaving a charred wound on his chest that exposed his beating heart.

The battlefield fell silent as the spectators watched in astonishment.

Everyone knew Loki's terrifying strength-he was among the most powerful Primordial Gods. Yet, Ysera, far beneath him in rank, had injured him!

Despite witnessing it firsthand, many found it hard to believe.

Loki glanced at his wound, his expression darkening. Though the injury looked severe, it was superficial, causing him no real harm.

What stung more was the loss of face-Ysera had made him look weak.

Anger boiled over as Loki raised his hand. Sticky, viscous threads surged outward, transforming the sky into a web-like dome that descended upon Ysera.

The web carried with it the screams of countless souls Loki had slain, their wails echoing as their faces appeared on the threads, contorted in agony.

To onlookers, it seemed as though the heavens themselves were collapsing, their senses overwhelmed by the oppressive sight.

Pinned by the descending web, Ysera found her mana and [Order] suppressed, her movements bound by invisible chains. She could only watch as the web, brimming with corrosive power, crept closer, threatening to reduce her to ash.

Around her, mages watched in horror, retreating as the corrosive threads began to drip, each drop emitting an ear-piercing sizzle as it dissolved anything it touched.

Even the Celestial God-level mages present couldn't withstand Loki's wrath. Those caught in the threads disintegrated into skeletal remains before vanishing into dust.

Desperate, Ysera struggled in vain, her efforts only fueling Loki's sadistic grin.

Suddenly, just as Ysera's body began to emit the sound of burning flesh, a shadow appeared

beside her, moving like a phantom.

Thick, chaotic energy enveloped Ysera, dispelling the oppressive force binding her and scattering the corrosive threads.

The battlefield stilled as everyone turned to the newcomer. Loki's expression shifted to one of

icy disbelief.

The figure within the chaotic aura was a little girl, no more than three years old.

She radiated an uncanny power, the same chaotic energy that had nullified Loki's deadly

attack.

"Who are you?" Loki's pupils shrank as he stared at the girl.

He had never seen someone so young wield such potent chaotic energy. Even as a Primordial

God, Loki struggled to control Chaotic Aura, one of the most dangerous forces in the

multiverse.

The other mages on the battlefield gasped in shock as they recognized the girl.

"Little Leslie!"

"How can this be? When did she become so powerful?"

Madelyn, Ysera, and the others stared at Little Leslie, their faces filled with disbelief.

They had always known Little Leslie's potential as a Chaos bloodline heir, but none of them

had expected her to block Loki's attack.

Especially Ysera, who had faced Loki's wrath firsthand, understood his terrifying strength. Yet, the aura emanating from Little Leslie was equally unfathomable.