Marrying the Strongest Antagonist at the Start

Boom!

Thunder crashed down from the sky, carrying the immense power of the heavens!

The dozen knights struck by the tree-thick bolts of lightning wore expressions of horror. The magical artifacts they had activated and the defensive spells they had cast instantly shattered under the onslaught, turning to dust in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace behind.

The lightning then struck their bodies with unstoppable force, causing their hair to stand on end and their skin to tingle.

The excruciating pain of their bodies being torn apart drove them to madness, making them scream in agony!

But these screams didn't last long.

Their bodies were soon reduced to charcoal, falling powerlessly to the ground, shattering into black ash.

As the wind blew, it mixed the ash with the yellow sand, as if the knights had never existed at all.

Owen observed this scene with immense satisfaction. Despite the presence of gold-tier mages among the knights, they were nothing compared to the might of the Order of Thunder!

This was just his basic understanding and application of the Order of Thunder, relying solely on the raw power of the lightning. If he could master it completely, the Order of Thunder would become ten times more terrifying!

Thinking of this filled Owen with even greater anticipation for the Order of Thunder Usage Skill. Not far away, Lyra stood in shock, forgetting the pain and fatigue in her body. Her eyes were fixed on the spectacle of lightning falling and annihilating everything in its path—a sight she had never even dared to imagine!

"Who… who exactly are you?!" Bada, the knight turned into a blackened statue, looked at Owen in terror. 

Seeing the lightning crackling around Owen, he instinctively retreated in fear, shaking off the thick layer of charred skin that clung to him. How could this seemingly ordinary man wield such overwhelming power over lightning?! Even with his full defenses, he had nearly been obliterated. After all, he was a powerful gold-tier level 5 mage!

In the next moment, filled with terror, Bada felt the mana in his body surge. He suddenly turned and fled at his fastest speed. Yes, he chose to run away! Owen's power was too terrifying. The lightning strike not only injured him but also shattered his pride and courage. At that moment, his only thought was to escape and report back about Owen protecting the remnants of the snakefolk!

In his daze, he had a premonition that the High Priest's prophecy might indeed come true. Not a single snakefolk could be spared, and this man who controlled the lightning had to be killed as soon as possible!

"Did I say you could leave?" Owen's expression hardened as he watched Bada decisively turn to flee, already dozens of meters away in an instant. He flipped his hand and gripped the Godslayer Sword tightly, channeling his elemental power into it. A crescent-shaped sword aura suddenly shot out, crossing time and space, appearing mysteriously behind Bada.

As Bada engaged his escape skill, feeling relieved about the distance he had put between himself and Owen, he suddenly sensed a chill creeping down his back. His armor split open, and the flesh felt as if it were being sliced by a sharp aura. 

In horror, he turned his head, only to see Owen wielding a dark golden greatsword, unleashing a man-sized sword aura that was rapidly closing in on him. Even before the sword aura reached him, the sharp intent caused him bone-chilling pain.

"This is... the Godslayer Staff! You are Owen! You are that Owen!" At this moment, along with the crippling fear flooding his heart, recent news flashed through Bada's mind as if illuminated by a lantern, making his face pale with shock.

According to intelligence, Owen had obtained the legendary Godslayer Staff, but his tier was supposed to be just bronze-tier level 9!

Now, his level had surprisingly risen to silver-tier level 7! This rapid breakthrough was astonishing. Furthermore, the power he displayed filled Bada with dread. Here he was, a dignified gold-tier level 5 mage, reduced to fleeing in a panic before Owen!

In the next moment, the sword aura closed in, and the pain in his already torn back intensified. Even though Bada activated a secret technique that turned his entire body blood-red, it was too late; the sword aura was too fast to evade!

"Owen! Lord Alfonso of Kyrik is on his way! If I die, he will not spare you!" Facing imminent death and with no other options left, Bada could only shout in terror.

Owen sneered disdainfully.

He knew Alfonso and acknowledged him as a powerful prodigy.

But so what?

Slash!

The sword aura tore through the air, and before Bada could continue his threats, his body was ripped into two halves.

Blood splattered down.

The remaining sword aura continued to spread through his severed flesh, grinding him into fragments and scattering them across the ground.

Gold-tier level 5 Bada was dead!

"Cough, cough~"

At that moment, Lyra, already exhausted and nearly drained of blood, coughed dryly, blood spurting from her mouth.

Her lips were as pale as could be. Upon hearing the sound, Owen rushed to Lyra's side.

Lyra lay weakly on the blood-soaked sand, her breath feeble to the extreme. Her swollen belly wriggled, and a fist-sized egg, stained with blood, emerged from beneath her.

Her already weak body, having given birth to this snake egg, seemed to collapse entirely, as if her bones had been extracted, leaving her limp on the ground.

Seeing this, Owen realized that Lyra was at the end of her strength. 

Her exquisitely beautiful face, stained with blood, appeared even more sorrowful and desolate. 

Owen quickly activated his Basic Healing Skill, attempting to mend her injuries. 

However, Lyra was like a candle flickering in the wind, a lamp in the rain. The speed of her recovery could not counteract the drain of her life. 

"Benefactor, don't waste your energy on me. I know my own body," Lyra said. 

Her nearly closed eyes suddenly brightened slightly as she spotted the snake egg beside her, a brief surge of energy returning to her. 

"The kindness of my benefactor, I cannot repay, nor do I have the face to ask for more. But after my death, there will be no one to care for my child. The child is innocent. I beg you, please raise her." 

As she pleaded, she endured the pain and exhaustion, bowing her head to Owen. 

After three bows, Lyra's body grew completely still; her blood and energy dissipated. 

The snake egg, still unhatched, seemed to sense its mother's death, trembling slightly before falling silent. 

Owen sighed as he picked up the snake egg from the sand, his expression complex. 

"The kingdom will fall to the snakefolk." 

Kyrik was ultimately destroyed by them.

And that snakefolk was not the red-eyed girl before him, but the unhatched snake egg in his hand—the future spellbeast queen!

One beast rises, and all beasts submit!

Kyrik had slaughtered over ten thousand snakefolk, never imagining that the snakefolk destined to destroy their kingdom had not yet been truly born.

Weighing the fist-sized snake egg in his hand, Owen realized that he had preemptively secured the future spellbeast queen, who would unleash immense chaos.

However, he didn't possess the means to hatch her just yet and would need to wait for the right opportunity.

[+4000 fate points]

The system's voice sounded.

Owen was taken aback and then widened his eyes.

"4000 fate points?!"

Such a large reward all at once!

No wonder she is the future spellbeast queen!

Excited, Owen quickly opened the Fate Store and began shopping.

He purchased the Order of Fire for 600 fate points!

In an instant, alongside the raging thunder within him, a scorching, turbulent, magma-like aura surged through Owen's body!

It felt as if there was a ball of fire in his chest, heating the air with each breath until it became distorted.

Then, he bought the Order of Fire Usage Skill, the Order of Thunder Usage Skill, and the Order Fusion Spell all at once!

In no time, the 4000 fate points he had just received were completely spent, leaving him with 1850 fate points remaining.

However, the benefits were enormous.

In his mind, scenes of thunder and fire began to emerge.

From weak lightning and small sparks, they gradually grew complex and magnificent, transforming into various forms.

After experiencing extreme complexity and grandeur, they returned to simplicity and purity.