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

Chapter 502: Chapter498-Who Gave You the Guts to Hurt My Daughter?

Chapter 502: Chapter498-Who Gave You the Guts to Hurt My Daughter?

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Under the influence of the deadly poison, little Leslie's control over her body became uncoordinated, like a machine stuck in a glitch. Her movements were no longer fluid, and her snow-white skin began to darken.

Loki's grin grew even more unrestrained.

Previously wary of the chaotic aura, he had chosen a more defensive approach.

But now, little Leslie couldn't hold on any longer. Next, it was finally his turn! "No!"

"I can't fall yet!"

Despite the poison tormenting her, little Leslie clenched her pearly teeth, refusing to collapse. Even as her entire body ached to the brink of unconsciousness, she still launched a frenzied attack on Loki.

However, in her injured state, she was no match for Loki!

As soon as she charged toward him, she was sent flying by the terrifying magical shockwaves radiating from Loki. Her petite body felt as if her bones were about to shatter!

Yet, even after being gravely wounded and knocked back, little Leslie did not retreat. She continued to charge at Loki.

"No!"

"I can't fall! I will never lose!"

Again and again, she charged.

Again and again, she was repelled.

Little Leslie's body was covered in blood, her hair disheveled, and her princess dress soaked in dirt and blood. But her small frame never fell, and her pale face was full of determination.

Then, limping, she once again rushed toward Loki!

Seeing this, Archdemon and the others felt their hearts clench, their tears uncontrollably streaming down their faces.

Little Leslie was only three years old-so lively and adorable, always bringing joy.

But now, she was covered in blood, her bones shattered beyond count.

Madelyn was even more agitated, her hair standing on end, her skin burning red like raging flames, and in a frenzied state, she slaughtered the surrounding celestial gods.

Slaughter!

Slaughter!

Only slaughter could quell the agony ripping through her heart.

Little Leslie was being tortured like this!

She hated herself for not being able to break free from the siege!

She hated herself for being unable to save little Leslie!

Compared to Archdemon and the others' despair, Loki's face was instead full of a cold sneer.

"You pathetic weaklings, even this little girl is stronger than you. But too bad, this is as far as she goes!"

As his cruel words fell, his pincers wriggled, exuding a chilling aura, spinning fine, silvery threads into needle-thin spikes.

Then, like arrows loosed from a bow, they shot forth!

Silver streaks flashed through the void, the first piercing through little Leslie's ethereal Godslayer Staff.

The illusory Godslayer Staff instantly disintegrated into chaotic energy and vanished. The remaining silver threads stabbed into little Leslie's body, sending blood and flesh flying. Her body was hurled backward, her wrists and ankles pierced through by the silver threads, leaving thumb-sized, gaping wounds. Crimson blood poured out uncontrollably.

The pain of having her limbs impaled was unbearable, and even though little Leslie's tolerance far exceeded that of ordinary people, she couldn't help but let out a soft whimper. Cold sweat, mingled with blood, streamed down her forehead.

Yet, she still did not cry.

Even as her body convulsed from the pain, even as her spirit teetered on the verge of collapse, she forced herself to remain standing, staggering toward Loki like a walking corpse.

"I- I can't lose~ I absolutely won't lose~"

Her voice grew hoarse and muffled, choked with blood.

At that moment, a figure, like an indestructible wall, appeared in front of little Leslie, blocking her path.

Little Leslie, half-conscious, lifted her blood-misted eyes.

Through the haze of crimson, she saw a figure-one that was all too familiar.

Perhaps because this figure was too familiar, she couldn't believe her eyes.

Even as the pain wracked her body, even as every movement sent waves of searing agony through her, she hardly noticed.

All her attention was focused on the figure before her.

Then, a voice, warm like the spring breeze, drifted down from the figure's lips.

"You did well, little Leslie. Now, let me end this battle. Daddy is back."

The moment those words fell, little Leslie, who had been enduring her pain and holding back

her sorrow, finally found an outlet. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes.

She threw herself into Owen's arms, her soft sobs echoing across the battlefield.

For years, Owen had been absent, yet she had remained strong.

Even as celestial warriors and powerhouses from other dimensions converged, creating an overwhelming sense of despair, she had not cried.

Even when Loki grievously wounded her, leaving her unable to fight back, she had gritted her teeth and refused to shed a single tear.

But now, upon seeing Owen-seeing her father-

Her sobs grew louder and louder, as if all the unspoken grievances she had buried deep within finally found someone to confide in.

Hearing little Leslie's cries, even Archdemon and the others couldn't help but be moved.

At such a young age, little Leslie had borne far more suffering than she ever should have.

Madelyn, too, upon seeing Owen appear, finally calmed from her berserk state. Tears welled in her eyes.

She knew it. Owen would definitely come back!

He would definitely come back!

Venus stared blankly at Owen's figure.

Was he really back?

Seraphina, the Lord of the Celestial God Palace, and others all fixated on Owen, their eyes

growing red.

They had seen Owen before, but at this moment, his presence felt like an unexpected glimmer of light piercing through the darkness.

Meanwhile, the celestial warriors and the otherworldly powerhouses all stared solemnly at

Owen.

Owen's name had long been legendary.

However, for most of them, this was the first time they were truly seeing the man who had

only existed in myth and rumor.

Instinctively, they ceased their attacks, their gazes filled with deep wariness.

Even Bright King and Serpent of the End, ruthless and powerful divine beasts, halted their movements the moment Owen appeared, their expressions cold as they watched him.

"So... that's the legendary Owen?"

"He's really alive... and he seems even stronger!"

"His sudden return is not good news for us!"

For both the celestial warriors and the otherworldly powerhouses, there were very few beings

they truly feared.

Owen was one of them.

In fact, he was the one they feared the most.

"Owen, I knew it! I knew he would never die! I knew he would come back!"

Archdemon and Ymir wiped the blood from their peerless faces, a faint smile forming on their

lips.

"Daddy, I missed you so, so, so much..."

"Can we never be apart again?"

Little Leslie clung tightly to Owen, as if trying to merge into his very being.

Feeling her tiny hands tighten their grip, Owen's heart was filled with guilt.

Three years had passed, and he had never been there for her.

He had let her down too much.

Strictly speaking, he had been a terrible father.

Yet, little Leslie's love for him remained so deep and unwavering.

At that moment, Owen hugged little Leslie even tighter.

"Daddy, I've always been good. I think about you every day!"

"I knew you would come back!"

Hearing little Leslie's soft but determined voice, Owen's heart trembled, his eyes slightly

reddened.

Gently, he wiped away the blood and tears from her face.

Seeing the wounds covering her body, Owen's heart twisted in agony.

Then, his eyes turned cold as he lifted his gaze to Loki.

In an instant, the skies darkened, and the world seemed to vanish, leaving only Loki, the

grotesque spider.

A sea of killing intent surged, exuding a terrifying pressure.

The moment Loki was locked in Owen's gaze, even he-a being who had survived countless

eons-felt a tremor in his heart.

"O-Owen... how... how are you still alive?"

He stared at Owen in disbelief.

Falling into Demon Abyss was supposed to be a death sentence, an inescapable fate sealed by

the Celestial himself!

Owen's voice was as cold as the winter wind, each word laced with chilling fury.

"You hurt my daughter? Who gave you the guts?"