Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1773: Metal and Ice

Chapter 1773: Metal and Ice

Villain Ch 1773. Metal and Ice

The only sound left was the hiss of cooling steel and the faint whine of the factory gears turning somewhere deeper in the dark. Allen’s grip on his sword loosened slightly—not because the danger was gone, but because it was never really gone in here.

Then the static voice came again.

Low. Glitching. And far too calm.

“Too dangerous… Too dangerous… You are too dangerous…”

The tone made the back of Allen’s neck prickle. It wasn’t the fear of prey. It was the calculation of something that had just realized it might be outmatched.

“Yeah,” Allen muttered, voice like a blade dragging on stone. “Took you long enough to figure that out.”

Metal shrieked behind them—summoning circles flaring open in midair. One. Two. Three.

The monsters stepped through… a snowbound knight with burning eyes, a clockwork spider leaking frost, a demon with molten gears for ribs—every one of them wrong, stolen from other games and stitched together by a thief with no sense of restraint.

Four. Five. Six—

The sixth didn’t even get a chance to roar. It shattered mid-summon, exploding into shards of light.

“Oh no you don’t,” Kafra’s voice snapped, her usually sweet tone sharpened like a whip.

The other five barely had time to register before they detonated too—five simultaneous implosions that sprayed static across the floor like black snow.

Jane’s face twisted. “This is more messed up than those weird dreams I have during my period.”

“I agree,” Allen said dryly, already scanning the walls for the next move. “Kafra. Can you kick him out? Detect his location?”

“We’re trying,” she replied, urgency crackling in her voice. “But we need more time. Keep him engaged—stall him—and we’ll pinpoint him faster.”

The static voice clicked, then hissed in pure malice.

“Now… die.”

The room responded before they could—walls grinding inward, floor panels shifting beneath their feet. The air thickened with the cold hiss of hydraulic compression.

Allen’s jaw clenched. “This shit…”

He slammed his palm forward.

“Telekinesis Blast!”

The walls jerked to a halt mid-crush, shuddering violently against invisible force. “Go!” he barked, voice sharp as a whip crack.

They bolted toward the only visible exit, boots slamming on the steel. But before they reached it, the doorway blinked—literally blinked—out of existence, replaced by a flat slab of wall.

Allen didn’t slow. Without breaking stride, he summoned dozens glowing crimson spears into existence.

‘Demonic Lance.’

They tore through the air, slamming into the steel ahead with enough force to sink deep into its surface. Energy pulsed along their length, holding firm. Allen’s foot hit the ground hard and he drove forward, boot smashing into the steel with a brutal kick.

-BAM!

The slab buckled—split—and gave way. Cold air whooshed through the gap.

[Bug Fragment Collected: 6/10]

They poured through, the sounds of the collapsing room dying behind them.

And then came the real nightmare.

The corridor ahead wasn’t just one place—it was two places fighting over the same reality. Half the walls dripped with frost, carved with curling ice patterns from the ice castle’s architecture; the other half pulsed with pipes, gears, and smoking brass from the factory. Sections shifted with an audible snap, swapping ice for steel and steel for ice, like reality was indecisive about what it wanted to be.

The floor pitched under their feet as they ran, each step echoing in a mash-up of muffled snow crunch and hollow iron clang.

“Shea—map!” Allen called.

Shea glanced at her wrist HUD and swore. “Even the map keeps changing!”

Larissa’s fangs flashed as she cut down a glitched sentry that spawned mid-path. “How long do we have to run?”

“Until I tell you to stop,” Allen growled.

Bella vaulted a collapsed pipe, fire still flickering along her fingertips. “They need to pay us way more than holiday theme items for this!”

Alice laughed breathlessly. “Yeah, says the one who sold us out last time!”

“Hey!” Bella shot back, leaping over another frost-cracked section. “We can be heroes, you know?”

Zoe’s tentacle snapped out, yanking a frost-wolf off Allen’s flank. “We’re the villains of this game, remember?”

Bella winced. “Right. Forgot about that.”

A blast of cold air hit them as an entire section of corridor iced over, forcing Allen to skid and turn down an alternate route. Behind them, the sound of grinding metal and cracking ice was getting louder—as if the two realities weren’t just colliding, but chasing them.

They didn’t know where they were headed. They didn’t care.

They just kept running.

The path buckled again—steel beams jutting out at ankle-breaking angles—and Allen’s instincts screamed before his brain caught up. He leapt, twisting midair, catching the top beam with one hand and swinging himself over. Larissa landed beside him, claws gouging into the metal for grip, while Bella slid under and blasted an ice turret into shards before it could lock on.

Another corridor snap. Another surge of mixed frost and steam.

And still—no end in sight.

The floor beneath them vibrated, a deep bass rumble that traveled up Allen’s boots and straight into his bones. He didn’t like that sound. Not because it was new—no, he’d heard a thousand different “you’re about to die” noises in his lifetime—but because it was getting closer.

“Uh,” Shea said, glancing over her shoulder mid-run, “does it feel like the floor is… breathing?”

Before Allen could answer, the path behind them split wide open like a fault line tearing through the earth. The rumble became a roar—mechanical, guttural, and hungry.

And then the thing climbed out.

Calling it a monster felt too polite. This was a patchwork abomination—half frozen dragon skull, half industrial mech frame, stitched together with pipes and cables that dripped molten ice. Its eyes were void-black, its maw a mess of jagged gears and frozen fangs. Every step it took cracked the steel, leaving frost-fire in its wake.

It didn’t hesitate.

It charged.

The corridor shook, the walls glitching between brass and ice as the creature barreled forward, smashing through reality like it was paper.

“Move!” Allen barked.

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