Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1777: Emperor VS Emperor

Chapter 1777: Emperor VS Emperor

Villain Ch 1777. Emperor VS Emperor

The hacker blurred forward in a rush of demonic speed, blade aimed for Allen’s heart—only for Allen to catch the blow, twist his wrist, and let his Demonic Lances materialize in the air around them.

Spears of blackened flame crashed toward the hacker from every angle.

The Devil Emperor clone snarled, cutting one out of the air, letting the others slam into his armor in a cascade of heat and static distortion.

Allen didn’t give him a second to recover. Shadow Step again—forward this time, slamming into the hacker’s guard with such force their blades locked just an inch from Allen’s throat.

“Feels like looking in a mirror, doesn’t it?” the hacker taunted.

Allen’s smirk was cold. “Not quite. I’m better looking.”

They broke again, this time circling, each one waiting for the other to commit. Allen could hear Kafra’s voice cutting in between the clash of magic and steel.

“Location lock at 72%—keep him engaged! Do NOT let him disengage!”

Allen didn’t plan to.

He moved first this time, feinting high before dropping into Abyss Shatter, slamming his blade into the floor with abyssal force. The ground detonated in a shockwave of black light, ice shattering into razor shards as the hacker’s defenses dipped.

[Enemy DEF reduced by 30%]

Allen surged into that opening, his strikes coming faster, sharper, his aura bleeding into the hacker’s space like an infection. The two auras clashed visibly now, red-black storms colliding overhead.

“Soul Siphon!”

Not from Jane’s army this time—but from his clone’s own summoned undead. They dissolved into streams of energy, refilling his HP as fast as Allen could cut him down.

Allen’s jaw tightened. ’He’s stalling.’

[Location lock: 81%]

Fine. If he wanted to stall, Allen would burn through his time faster than he could steal it back.

The moment came when both swung—blades meeting with enough force to send shockwaves rippling across the chamber, shattering frost off the walls. They leaned into the deadlock, their auras flaring so violently it turned the air molten and freezing all at once.

No more holding back.

The shift was instant.

[Demonic Form has been activated!]

[All status +50%]

[Time remaining: 4:59]

Allen’s vision locked into a razor’s clarity, the world snapping into high-definition with every detail seared into place. The frostbitten air around them thickened, the taste of cold iron and ozone flooding his mouth.

His armor bled into something darker, plates shifting like living shadows, and the crimson sigils along its surface pulsed—heartbeats of molten light crawling under the skin of the metal.

Across from him, the Devil Emperor clone answered in kind.

The hacker’s aura didn’t just rise—it detonated. Scarlet flames surged along its silhouette, wings snapping out in jagged arcs of blackened steel, the same armor and crown now twisted by the hacker’s control. Their killing intent smashed into each other mid-air, an invisible collision that cracked the ice at their feet and sent frost spiraling upward in a glittering storm.

Two versions of the same nightmare, standing in the same circle. Only one would leave it.

Allen didn’t wait for the first move. His blade swung upward, Demonic Aura exploding off the arc like a volcanic eruption.

The hacker met it with a mirrored swing, both blades colliding with a sound like tectonic plates grinding together.

The shockwave ripped across the chamber, shattering icicles and knocking Bella’s lightning storm into a blinding scatter across the walls.

They didn’t break apart. They shoved into each other—blade to blade, shoulder to shoulder—

Demonic Aura flaring so violently the frost melted and boiled in bursts beneath them. Allen’s breath was slow, measured, but the heat under his skin was an inferno. Every muscle screamed with power begging to be used.

“You can’t keep up,” the clone snarled, voice dripping with the hacker’s sneer.

Allen’s reply was cold. “We’ll see.”

He twisted his wrist, disengaging the lock with a sudden drop in pressure, and Shadow Step ripped him out of existence.

The hacker tried to predict—swung high left.

Allen’s Void Mirage detonated in his face, staggering him just enough for Allen to reappear low and inside his guard. Blade tip arcing up—

The clone jerked back at the last possible second, Allen’s edge catching only the side of his chestplate. Sparks hissed, and the counter came instantly—a low slash that forced Allen into a backflip as the ground where he’d been standing split open in a molten fissure.

They were moving faster now—faster than most eyes could track. Every strike was a kill attempt, every parry a razor margin from dismemberment.

Allen’s Demonic Lances screamed into being, spears of black-red energy raining down, only to be met by the hacker’s Hellfire Rain, both attacks detonating mid-air in a chain of explosions that rattled the chamber’s foundations.

Kafra’s voice bled into Allen’s ear through the comm, strained but electric. “Three minutes! Hold him there, Emperor!”

Jane’s voice cut in right after. “Don’t you dare lose to that knock-off!”

Shea’s was pure venom. “Talk less, die more—that’s what weaklings do!”

The clone smirked at their chatter, like it amused him. “You hear them cheerleading you like a child? They know you’re not better than me. Just a player hiding behind an avatar the devs spoon-fed you.”

Allen’s grip tightened. “If you were better, you wouldn’t need my face to win.”

The hacker’s laugh was a raw scrape of sound. “Oh, I don’t just need your face… I’ll take everything that’s yours.”

With a snap of his fingers, the girls’ clones moved—Zoe’s duplicate whipping out kraken tentacles, Bella’s firing lightning spears so bright they seared afterimages into Allen’s eyes.

The air became a mess of magic and elemental screams, the real harem fighting tooth and nail against their own perfect copies.

Jane’s undead clashed against her duplicate’s skeleton army until the hacker tilted his head and spoke a single word.

“Soul Siphon.”

’Shit… he did it again…’ thought Allen.

Allen darted in again, rage sharpening into precision.