Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1619 - 1619: Is This What You Wanted?
Villain Ch 1619. Is This What You Wanted?
Jane, though… She was the one who leaned into it the hardest.
She called corpses to rise.
Not just to fight, but to kneel.
She made a path of crawling revenants that carried her forward like a queen on a broken tide. Her undead army killed mercilessly, sometimes ripping enemies apart just so Jane could paint symbols in blood with her fingers.
She approached Allen with blood on her lips, kissed his gauntlet, and whispered, “You inspire the best in me.”
He didn’t stop her.
Didn’t stop any of them.
Because this—this madness, this silent, twisted competition—was better than the last event.
This wasn’t war.
This was art.
And Allen was their audience.
And their muse.
The blood trail they left colored the crystal glass of the floor, smeared like deliberate strokes from living paint. Their footsteps echoed like verses. The corpses weren’t just corpses anymore—they were punctuation. Full stops. Exclamation marks.
Once in a while, one of the girls would break from a kill and glide toward him.
Touch his arm. His shoulder. His crown.
“Do you like it?”
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Tell us we’re your favorite.”
They always giggled before running back into the bloodbath.
And Allen…
He felt alive.
Every kill they made, every scream that echoed, pumped adrenaline through his core.
He didn’t even need to kill anymore.
They were doing it for him.
Performing for him.
And it wasn’t just loyalty.
It was obsession.
It was lust.
It was power.
The dungeon ahead burned with red light, a forge’s breath pulsing from the cracked stone halls beyond.
The final stretch.
The boss chamber was close now. He could feel it—heat licking the walls, the scent of molten ore and fresh mana wafting through the air like smoke and cinnamon and burning steel.
Allen finally spoke, voice quiet but sharp.
“Clear it fast.”
Vivian tossed her hair over one shoulder. “Fast and bloody?”
“Of course,” Allen said, stepping forward.
Shea smirked. “Then let’s bleed it dry.”
And the hunt continued.
The forge’s breath grew heavier with every step—hotter, thicker, laced with the scent of molten steel and something older, darker. Magic hummed through the cracked walls like a second heartbeat, pulsing in time with every echo of their boots against the fractured obsidian.
Blood already coated most of the floor.
Their trail painted in crimson arcs, melted limbs, and shattered shards of mana-bound bone.
But something changed.
The dungeon started to notice.
The walls pulsed once. Then twice. Then with a sudden jolt, the entire space trembled like it had exhaled for the first time in centuries.
[System Warning – Anomaly Detected]
[Bloodshed Threshold: Exceeded]
[Aggression Rating: MAXIMUM]
[Dungeon Evolution Triggered – Phase Two Initiated]
[Dynamic Scaling Engaged – Spawning Adaptive Threat Level]
[High-Risk Loot Modifier Applied – Boss Class Enhanced]
[All exits sealed]
[You are being watched.]
Allen’s head tilted at the notification.
“…Huh.”
Vivian’s smile stretched wider. “Did we just break the dungeon?”
Jane cackled in the back, “Good. Let it watch.”
Suddenly, the corridor ahead howled—a long, grinding, metallic groan like the world itself had opened its throat. Stone shifted. Heat flared. A blast of mana surged forward, and the walls peeled open to reveal a new hall—one that hadn’t existed on any map.
Black crystal platforms hovered over a river of flowing magma. The bridges ahead glitched and shifted shape, flickering like they were struggling to stay real. Floating cages hung from molten chains overhead, and inside them?
Tormented mobs twisted and screamed—warped versions of enemies they’d already killed.
Only… stronger. Bigger.
More angry.
And they were dropping.
Fast.
“Great,” Alice chirped, hovering to Allen’s side with a dreamy sigh. “We made it mad.”
[New Monsters Detected – Infernal Echoes Spawned]
[Level 240+ – Adaptive Type: Memory of Slaughter]
[Special Trait: Damage Scales with Last Enemy Killed]
[Loot Drop Boost: x4]
[Combat Lock Activated – No Escapes Allowed]
Dozens.
No—hundreds.
They came crashing down from the ceiling in flaming chains—roaring, shifting, twitching and hunger made real.
Allen didn’t blink.
“Guess they did change the mechanics,” he muttered.
He licked his bottom lip, his blade already humming in his grip.
Vivian was already gone—whip flashing like a serpent. “Let’s not keep them waiting!”
She launched herself at the first cluster—lashing a whip around one twisted knight’s throat, spinning up its back, and snapping its neck in a perfect spiral.
Bella didn’t speak—just raised both arms and summoned a storm of elemental chaos.
‘Triple Cast. Fireball, Ice Lance, Wind Blade Fury.’
She spun once on her heel, cloak flaring out as the spells crashed into a burning golem. It exploded mid-roar, chunks of molten rock flying like shrapnel.
Jane summoned a bloodied throne from the ground and reclined in it like a queen. Around her, corpse fragments twitched to life.
She whispered, “My king wants blood. Bring me bones.”
Her undead surged forward in a wave of claw and gnashing teeth.
Zoe cracked her neck.
“I’ll clear the left.”
Tentacles surged from her back—violent, wet, eager. She dragged one of the echo-beasts into the magma without a word, then slammed another into the ceiling with a bone-shattering crack.
Alice glitched into the air, suspended by shadow magic.
She twirled.
‘Void Sphere.’
The pulsing black mass burst into the center of a spawning cluster, sucking enemies in with a violent screech before detonating in a bloom of starless fire.
Larissa was already carving.
Her blood tendrils were silent, but the screams that followed her were not. She danced between blades and flame, always a breath ahead, a step outside. Her strikes were surgical—she didn’t fight. She bled them.
Shea launched into the sky, dove headfirst, and released her sonic burst.
“Tornado Dive!”
The force shattered half the bridge and sent four mobs flying into lava.
Then she landed and looked at Allen—smirking.
“Still think I’m soft?”
Allen grinned back.
He stepped forward.
Then blinked into the heart of the spawn.
And all hell broke loose.
His blade didn’t swing—it slashed through enemies like they were made of ash. He wove between them like a demon lord dancing through fire. Every flick painted more blood in the air. His demonic aura pulsed so thick it distorted light—bending it, burning it.
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