Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1774: Failed Grand Entrance
Chapter 1774: Failed Grand Entrance
Villain Ch 1774. Failed Grand Entrance
They moved. But the thing was faster than it looked, closing the gap with a predator’s lunge. Its shadow swallowed them whole.
Allen didn’t break stride. He didn’t slow. He didn’t even raise his sword at first.
Instead—
‘Abyssal Descent.’
The air in front of him collapsed. Not with a bang, but with a crushing pull, like the entire hallway had suddenly been yanked toward a black hole. Darkness poured from Allen’s outstretched hand, liquid and alive, curling upward into the skeletal grin of some deep-sea nightmare.
The monster’s momentum faltered. The pull wasn’t just physical—it was spiritual, dragging at whatever stolen, stitched-together soul it had left.
It screamed. The sound was wrong—part roar, part steam whistle, part dial-up static—and Allen’s teeth ached from the vibration.
“Don’t stop!” he growled, already moving.
They didn’t.
Larissa’s claws flared crimson as she ripped along its flank, tearing through ice and steel like parchment. Zoe’s tentacles slammed into its legs, twisting joints until they cracked. Bella hurled a sun-bright fireball straight into its chest, steam and molten frost bursting outward in a wave of white-hot pain.
Jane’s bone spears punched into its back, pinning it to the wall for a heartbeat—just enough for Alice’s shadow tendrils to sink into the gaps in its plating. Shea’s wings slashed through a cable cluster, sparks raining like a broken fireworks display.
The Abyssal Descent’s darkness swallowed the rest—squeezing, devouring.
Allen didn’t wait for the death animation. He planted his boot on the warped remains of the creature’s tail and jumped.
“Go!” he shouted again.
They vaulted with him—Larissa clearing the gap in a single leap, Bella rolling into a low dive, Zoe twisting midair so her landing was all coiled readiness. Jane simply vanished into shadow and reappeared on the other side, her smirk sharp in the flickering light.
The moment Allen’s boots hit steel again, he was running. Behind them, the monster finally gave in—the darkness consuming it whole.
It didn’t just die. It disintegrated—breaking into shards of pixel-light that scattered like ashes in a strong wind.
[Bug Fragment Collected: 7/10]
The static voice in the walls gave a strangled, glitched-out laugh.
“Persistent… too persistent…”
Allen didn’t bother answering. He was already calculating—angles, distances, where the walls might shift next. The corridor ahead was a jagged nightmare of half-formed architecture, sections swapping back and forth between snow-covered stone and steam-hissing steel plates.
Every change was instant, violent. One second, the floor was a carpet of frost; the next, it was grated metal hot enough to scorch boots. One wall would be brass gears, the next a sheer cliff of ice spikes.
They ran through it like a storm through glass.
A turret blinked into existence three feet from Bella’s head—she shot it before it could target. A frost wolf appeared mid-stride under Zoe’s feet—her tentacle crushed its spine without breaking pace. Larissa used an ice column like a springboard, leaping over a spinning gear blade that had just replaced part of the floor.
Allen ducked under a swinging pendulum of jagged metal teeth, the wind of it cold enough to freeze sweat on his neck. His sword flashed once, clean and fast, severing a cable that had been reaching for Jane’s ankle.
“Map’s still busted!” Shea called over the noise.
“Then follow me,” Allen said.
No one argued.
The static voice came again, this time a hiss:
“You won’t reach me… I’ll bury you in this place…”
“Try harder,” Allen muttered.
The floor ahead shifted violently—turning from frost to steel to nothing. An entire section dropped away into black, the fall so deep the bottom didn’t exist. Without slowing, Allen yanked a chain of Demonic Lances from the air, slamming them into the wall like a makeshift climbing path.
“Left wall! Now!”
They hit it in sequence—feet on steel, hands on lances—running sideways along the vertical plane while the corridor’s void yawned under them. Sparks kicked up under their boots. Allen led the way, the rhythm perfect—jump, grab, kick, leap.
They landed back on solid ground just as the void slammed shut behind them, replaced with ice castle flooring.
And they kept running.
Their breath steamed in the frigid air, every exhale instantly frosting the steel edges of their armor. The corridor ahead stretched long and jagged, its architecture glitching between frozen spires and rusted girders, like two worlds fighting for dominance in the same space.
The hair on Allen’s neck prickled—not because of the cold.
Something else was here.
The flicker started ahead of them, just a shadow at first, then a humanoid form phasing in and out of existence. Sparks of pixel-light dripped off it, trailing to the floor like digital blood. Its face was a mask of shifting code, features constantly rearranging—sometimes human, sometimes bestial, sometimes an empty void with eyes that burned like static.
It raised a hand as they approached, and the voice—that voice—poured out of the air, this time clear and almost theatrical.
“Finally… You reach me. I am—”
Allen didn’t let him finish.
He was already there.
No warning. No pause. No patience for monologues.
His sword came up in a tight arc, the motion so fast it cut the air itself, a crescent of black-red energy following the blade.
The thing barely had time to glitch in surprise before Allen’s strike went straight through its chest.
The sound it made wasn’t human—more like a modem scream mashed with a death rattle. It staggered back, code unraveling from the wound outward, its form collapsing in on itself.
Then—
[Bug Fragment Collected: 8/10]
The avatar shattered into light, scattering like fireflies in a storm.
The static voice came back immediately, no longer calm—no longer smug.
“YOU—”
A burst of distortion, like the channel itself was warping from sheer rage.
“YOU SHITTY BASTARDS—”
It wasn’t even coherent now, the words cutting in and out, layered over themselves until the air felt heavy with its fury.
Allen didn’t slow.
He knew anger like this—it was sloppy. Dangerous, yes, but no longer precise. And in this game, losing precision was the first step toward losing control.
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