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

Chapter 233: Chapter233-Beating the God King



In the dusty ruins, Rachel's delicate face was filled with a serious expression as she and the other elites from Middle Earth teamed up to confront the god-tier mage ahead.

In the past, their levels wouldn't even have allowed them to stand before such a powerful being. However, now, within Owen's Dark Domain, they had lost their mana and were merely powerful ordinary humans, giving them a fighting chance.

The god-tier mage, surrounded and besieged by Rachel and the others, felt an immense sense of frustration.

Even without mana, his strength still crushed Rachel and her companions.

However, due to their overwhelming numbers, if this continued, he would ultimately face a devastating defeat.

Fortunately, at that moment, Isaac charged in like an unstoppable bulldozer, scattering and sending the attackers flying, leaving only Rachel standing her ground.

"Follow me away from here. As for what happened before, I will not hold it against you," he said, a smile finally appearing on his face as he reached Rachel. Though his tone seemed to be one of negotiation, it was laced with an undeniable authority.

He had searched for Rachel, a special succubus progenitor, for countless years, finally finding her and nurturing her to ensure she would not escape his control!

As Rachel looked at Isaac's smile, she felt a strange chill, as if a disgusting beast had invaded her heart.

After all, this Isaac, the Founding Headmaster, had once been a respected figure in her eyes- a mentor who established the academy and taught with great virtue.

But now, upon understanding the truth behind their cultivation of her, her world shattered! Her perception of Rictor, the dean, and Isaac, the Founding Headmaster, crumbled as well. They were not wise predecessors; they were simply man-eating demons!

If it weren't for Owen, she might have remained a puppet in their hands, grateful to them for the torment!

"You beastly old man!" Rachel couldn't help but curse in anger.

Seeing Rachel's disgust and anger directed at him, Isaac's smile stiffened, gradually turning cold. "Today, you have no choice!"

With that, he suddenly leaped into the air, moving as swiftly as an eagle, creating illusory afterimages as he lunged toward Rachel.

His speed was so fast that Rachel barely had time to react before she sensed the oppressive aura emanating from him. Despair flashed through her heart.

Although Isaac was vile and despicable, he was a genuine God King, his power utterly overwhelming. There was no way she could contend with him.

Thinking of the tragic fate that awaited her in his hands, Rachel steeled her heart, preparing to self-destruct her core, severing her own lifeline.

"Ha! You are but a possession of mine; your life and death are not yours to decide!" Isaac snorted coldly, slamming his palm into Rachel's chest, sending her flying back, blood spewing from her mouth, her bones feeling like they were falling apart, unable to muster any strength.

"To assist me in achieving longevity is your fortune and your inescapable fate!" Isaac narrowed his eyes, gripping Rachel's throat tightly.

Now that everything was laid bare, he no longer needed to pretend.

"Get lost!"

However, just as he prepared to take Rachel away, a furious roar, accompanied by an extreme chill, swept in, causing ice crystals to form on his body, freezing him like a statue.

Rachel seized the opportunity to forcefully draw a breath, struggling to break free from Isaac's grasp. As she looked up, she saw Leslie charging in, wielding an ice spear.

"Step back! This old pervert is mine!" Leslie declared, shielding Rachel behind her with a serious expression.

At that moment, the ice crystals that had frozen Isaac suddenly exploded, sending shards flying everywhere.

As Isaac emerged from his frozen state, his muscles bulged like a bloated giant, and he furrowed his brow, staring at the ice spear tightly held by Leslie.

In Owen's domain, they were unable to use mana, so why could she seemingly disregard the domain and still manipulate mana?

Under Isaac's astonished gaze, Leslie's cold face held no warmth as she thrust the ice spear forward, resembling a roaring ice dragon. Frost billowed from the spear, rushing directly toward Isaac.

Isaac's pupils constricted as he sensed an overwhelming danger from that thrust. He instinctively prepared to retreat, wanting to distance himself from Leslie.

After all, Leslie's current state felt extremely strange, emanating a strong sense of threat. "It's too late to run now!" Leslie smirked coldly as Isaac attempted to back away.

The cold air emanating from the spear had already coiled around his legs, solidifying into hard ice, trapping him in place.

Isaac struggled, muscles writhing, blood surging, but he couldn't shake off the ice. With a furrowed brow, he threw a punch at Leslie.

The punch was incredibly fast, creating a series of afterimages and a deafening sound as it sliced through the air, aiming to quickly eliminate Leslie.

Bang!

His fist landed heavily on Leslie, but just as a smile began to form on his face, he realized that Leslie's body had dissolved into cold air, and his punch had completely missed.

Where did Leslie go?!

Isaac's heart raced with shock. Just then, a flash of cold light arrived first, followed by the spear's swift thrust.

An icy spear pierced Isaac's side from the side, easily penetrating his mana-less body, the spearhead buried deep within, blood gushing out.

Ah!

The intense pain in his waist felt like an invisible hand twisting at his brain, forcing him to let out a painful roar. His eyes reddened as he gripped Leslie's spear, yanking it out of his body in

a desperate retreat.

"Go to hell!"

Suffering unprecedented injuries, the Founding Headmaster nearly went mad.

After all, he was a lofty God King, and Leslie was merely an insignificant ant.

Yet now, he was grievously wounded, forced to endure pain he hadn't felt in thousands of

years.

In his fury, even without mana, the God King radiated an unimaginable mental pressure. Any ordinary mage would have their fighting spirit instantly crushed, rendered helpless against

his might.

But Leslie, unfazed, grew even more excited.

After all, this was her first encounter with a mage of the God King level, and now she had the chance to annihilate him in Owen's special domain!

In a state of exhilaration, Leslie spun the spear fiercely, channeling a unique black mana wave from the spear into Isaac's body.

The moment the special black wave entered his body, Isaac felt a sudden shock. He realized that not only was his magic sealed, but his vital energy was also being suppressed!

What kind of magical method is this?!

Isaac quickly released his grip on the spear, gazing at Leslie in astonishment.

Once Leslie regained control of the spear, she ruthlessly attacked again, launching a fatal

strike against Isaac.

Isaac was already injured from his earlier carelessness, and Leslie's strange technique had caused his internal energy to dwindle further.

Soon, he went from being evenly matched with Leslie to being completely overpowered, his injuries worsening, leaving him almost a bloody mess.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The onlookers were horrified, for Isaac was a God King! Even without the ability to use mana,

he was still a formidable beast far beyond their capabilities.

But what were they witnessing now?

Leslie, spear in hand, was forcing Isaac to retreat, his clothes tattered, his body battered,

resembling a pitiful beggar.

As the crowd's shocked gazes fixed on Isaac, he felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation!

Each gaze was like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into his heart.

Meanwhile, Leslie's attacks grew increasingly fierce, treating Isaac as a stepping stone to

fame in Middle Earth!

"I can't take this anymore!"

Isaac had never experienced such a thing in his life.

After all, he had been a prodigy since childhood, always mocking others and never knowing

what failure was.

Now, his pride refused to let him endure those strange looks any longer.

He resolved to reverse his vital energy and prepare for self-detonation, intending to take Leslie-the source of his endless humiliation-down with him.