Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?-Chapter 538 - 534-The Great Battle Begins

As The Celestial’s voice rang out—cold and devoid of emotion—the surrounding star souls collapsed at an even faster pace, forming what seemed like a celestial graveyard meant to bury the woman of the past.

"You’re old. You should have died long ago. Today, let me send you off."

Had it not been for this former acquaintance constantly thwarting him, he would have become the ruler of this world ages ago.

And now, for her to strike at such a critical moment and delay him—his fury surged like wildfire.

Yet, under his murderous gaze, the woman of the past remained remarkably calm.

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Though she was gravely injured, she was still one of the mightiest beings of this plane.

And while The Celestial’s combat power was fearsome, he was not a true Sovereign—merely a thief who had seized a fragment of sovereign authority.

All she had to do was stall him—long enough for Leslie.

Boom!

In an instant, the shattered star river swept toward her, carrying a storm of annihilation.

The woman of the past responded with everything she had, entangling herself in a fierce duel with The Celestial.

At that moment, both combatants unleashed their full strength, wielding their most powerful techniques.

Each collision shattered a piece of time and space—their might was unspeakably terrifying.

Despite her fierce resistance, the woman of the past was gradually overwhelmed by The Celestial’s frenzied attacks.

If this continued, the only thing waiting for her would be death.

At the same time, another battle had reached its boiling point—Tsukihime versus the Grand Sage.

Their strength was near-equal, leaving them locked in a brutal deadlock.

But the Grand Sage’s expression darkened—he could feel it. Leslie was inheriting the Sovereign’s authority. The unique resonance of that transition rattled him to his core.

If things continued this way, and Leslie truly became The Celestial, death would be the only outcome for them all.

After all, they knew Leslie well enough. Ruthless and decisive—her cruelty was bone-chilling.

With death looming, and his combat instincts beginning to falter before Tsukihime’s relentless assault, the Grand Sage slowly began to lose ground.

Once evenly matched, Tsukihime now found herself at a disadvantage.

Elsewhere, those who had entered The Celestial’s domain were also embroiled in bitter combat.

The War Goddess, Lord of Stars, and Radiance—top-tier powerhouses on the level of Primordial Gods—were all using their ultimate trump cards, trying to exterminate the vicious spellbeasts.

Battles raged across all tiers. Everyone was giving it their all.

They knew: if The Celestial prevailed, none of them would survive.

This was the final stand. And everyone fought with the desperation of those who had nothing left to lose.

The shockwaves from their collective combat grew so intense that distant factions and powers began to take notice.

But this white-hot battle didn’t last much longer.

Suddenly, a devastatingly powerful aura swept through the battlefield like autumn winds scattering fallen leaves.

Every living being locked in battle immediately felt the surge and instinctively paused to glance toward its source—faces turning grave.

Under their collective gaze, Owen appeared, bringing with him hundreds of mighty figures.

"Owen!"

The moment she saw him, Rachel called out urgently, "Owen, something’s wrong—someone is inheriting the sovereign authority!"

If The Celestial were to succeed in becoming the Sovereign, all their efforts would have been for nothing.

But beside her, Madelyn gently shook her head. "No. That’s not The Celestial’s aura."

Her perception had sharpened greatly. Though the waves from the ancient starry sky were cloaked in endless chaos and mist, her instincts told her—it wasn’t him.

In fact, within that chaotic aura, she thought she glimpsed a familiar figure.

"Daddy… I think it’s Mommy!"

Little Leslie, nestled in Owen’s arms, suddenly widened her deep black eyes and cried out.

It was as if her gaze pierced through time and space, seeing the graceful figure seated upon the throne, deep within the chaotic mist.

Owen tightened his arms around little Leslie and followed her line of sight.

In that ancient starry sky—

Brilliant light became the only constant. Within it, all things crumbled and were reborn, forming a vast cycle.

Between destruction and rebirth lay the boundless chaos.

The chaotic aura reached its peak. The energy it radiated surged across the void with unimaginable speed.

It wasn’t just this battlefield. Every territory and faction under The Celestial’s domain could feel the crushing force of that chaos.

Under this pressure, all living beings were rendered helpless—trembling, falling to their knees in awe and terror, gazing toward the ancient sky as though witnessing the rise of a new emperor.

This aura eclipsed everything they had ever felt—even those who had once encountered The Celestial were dumbfounded.

Because this power utterly dwarfed The Celestial.

It was something greater—something older.

The power of a true Sovereign.

The sovereign of this plane.

All things, all beings, were under the dominion of the Sovereign.

"Leslie… it’s really Sister Leslie!"

Feeling the chaotic surge, Madelyn clenched her fists, her stunning face filled with disbelief.

Her sister—Leslie—was becoming the new Sovereign?

Beyond the shock, fear crept into her heart.

As if something vitally important was slipping through her fingers.

She had heard it before—those who became Sovereigns would lose their memories, lose their emotions.

Though Leslie always appeared cold and indifferent, Madelyn knew—there were people in her heart she could never abandon.

Owen.

Little Leslie.

To Madelyn, they were the two mountains that should have made it impossible for Leslie to become Sovereign.

But now, Leslie was truly becoming The Celestial?

Was she giving up Owen and their daughter?

Madelyn didn’t want to believe it. But the chaotic aura proved otherwise—it was already happening.

At that moment, Venus took a deep breath. Unlike the others, she was not surprised.

Softly, she said:

"Maybe… Leslie was born to become a Sovereign. Her destiny was decided long ago."

From the moment she first met Leslie, Venus had been stunned by her unparalleled presence.

The more she thought about it, the more she believed—Leslie was born with a fate unlike any other.

But if she truly became Sovereign, she would forget everything.

Forget Owen.

What would happen to Owen then?

Her gaze instinctively turned toward him.

And so did everyone else’s.

They all knew of Owen and Leslie’s deep bond—envied by all.

From their grand wedding that shook the world, to the many earth-shattering events they had weathered together—

They were made for each other.

Now, however, Leslie was no longer his wife, no longer their sovereign empress.

She was only one thing:

The Sovereign.

Their greatest enemy.

What Owen chose to do now mattered more than anything.

After all, his power and influence had already made him the uncrowned king of this new era.

Whether to fight Leslie—or do something else—Owen’s decision would determine everything.

Under the weight of all their gazes, Owen fell utterly silent.

A dense fog seemed to gather around him, making it impossible to see his true thoughts.

"Owen… if Leslie really becomes the Sovereign… what do we do?"

It was Venus who finally broke the heavy silence.