Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1778: One Real, One Stolen

Chapter 1778: One Real, One Stolen

Villain Ch 1778. One Real, One Stolen

Demonic Orbs spiraled around him, flaring into point-blank blasts that drove the clone back three steps, cancelling the clone’s Soul Siphon.

But the hacker didn’t falter—he used the recoil to spin, wing edges slicing through the air, the sound like swords cutting silk.

Allen barely ducked under them. The chamber smelled of scorched stone, burning frost, and blood—his blood, just a thin smear cooling against his skin.

They traded blows again. And again. And again. Until it was no longer strikes—it was earthquakes. Every time their swords met, the chamber screamed, ice walls cracking, the floor bowing in waves under their feet. The cold bit at Allen’s lungs, mixing with the metallic taste of adrenaline and iron.

The countdown in his head ticked, matching the war-drum beat of his heart.

The hacker snarled mid-clash. “You’re not a god. You’re just a shadow pretending to be one.”

Allen’s eyes burned like coals. “And you’re about to find out what happens when shadows bite back.”

Their blades locked one last time before they both broke away in perfect sync, stepping back three paces each. The air between them pulsed, the kind of silence that means everything is about to go to hell.

And then, as if agreeing without words—

They both let go.

[Demonic Form – Ascension Phase]

[Corruption Output: MAXIMUM]

Allen’s form stretched into something massive, his wings doubling in span, claws digging furrows into the ice as the floor steamed under his presence.

The hacker’s clone mirrored it, a perfect twin now cloaked in roaring crimson fire, every inch of him dripping killing intent.

Two Devil Emperors—one real, one stolen—now faced each other in full power.

The chamber wasn’t going to survive this.

The frozen walls groaned under the pressure of two auras colliding at full demonic output, the ice cracking in jagged spiderwebs that hissed steam into the air.

Shards fell like glass rain, skittering across the frostbitten floor before melting under the sheer heat pouring from the two Devil Emperors.

Allen’s claws dug deep furrows into the slick surface, his wings stretching wide enough to blot the light spilling from Bella’s last lightning arcs.

Across from him, the hacker’s stolen form mirrored the stance almost perfectly—same armor, same crown, same killing intent—but Allen could see it now. The differences weren’t in the shape. They were in the edges.

The hacker’s movements were sharp, but there was an overeager slant to them—like someone running a dance they’d memorized instead of living it. Cooldowns came up faster on the clone, sure, but each skill was executed like he was checking it off a list.

Allen’s experience didn’t let him just use power—it let him decide where, when, and how to break someone open with it. And right now, that was exactly what he was doing.

The hacker lunged again, flaming blade swinging in a brutal arc meant to cleave through Allen’s guard.

Allen met it with the flat of his sword, feeling the jolt travel up his arm, his other hand already snapping up to rake a Demonic Lance point-blank across the bastard’s chestplate. The explosion scorched the clone’s armor, black cracks webbing through the metal.

Only for the hacker to snarl and bark, “Soul Siphon!”

Allen’s eyes narrowed. Again.

Ghostly tendrils ripped from the clone’s summoned undead—Jane’s duplicate army this time—arcing toward him like rivers of pale fire.

Allen didn’t even think about it; his wings slammed forward in a gust, his blade already cleaving through the tendrils mid-flight. He followed it with a Void Mirage right in the hacker’s face, the afterimage bursting into black light.

The Soul Siphon fizzled.

“Seriously,” Allen said flatly, stepping forward, “do you have anything else in that bag of tricks?”

The hacker’s lip curled, but his eyes were sharper now, meaner. “Doesn’t matter. I can outlast you.”

“Not if I keep breaking your toys,” Allen shot back. He swung—high feint into a low cut—and the clone barely blocked in time, sparks hissing as their blades screamed together.

The fight turned into a vicious cycle. The hacker’s cooldowns were absurdly short—throwing out Hellfire Rain barely seconds after the last wave died.

But Allen had the rhythm now. Every time the hacker tried to pop Soul Siphon, Allen was already there—either cutting the tether mid-cast, blowing the clone off balance, or straight-up ripping apart the undead source before it could feed him.

It was wearing on the bastard.

Allen could see it in the way the hacker’s swings got a fraction heavier, his stance shifting under the pressure. Not from exhaustion—no, his HP was still high—but from frustration. He wasn’t used to being denied his crutch this many times in a row.

Allen pressed harder. Shadow Step into a vertical slash, follow-up spin to clip the wing joints, then Demonic Orbs point-blank—detonating in a black-red firestorm that lit the frost in molten streaks. The hacker staggered, snarled, and tried Soul Siphon again.

Only for Allen’s blade to smash across his helm like a hammer, shattering the cast.

“Getting predictable,” Allen murmured, almost bored.

The hacker spat blood—red mixed with static distortion—and came in swinging, wild for the first time.

Kafra’s voice cut through, sharp and electric. “We got it! Teams are en route to the origin point—hold him a bit longer, Allen!”

Allen’s lips curved faintly. “I can do that.”

The hacker saw the shift in Allen’s shoulders and his sneer deepened. He swung again, a brutal overhead meant to cleave through bone and steel, but Allen stepped into it. Not away—into. The clash was deafening, the force rippling out in a shockwave that buckled the walls. Allen used the rebound to drop low, blade snapping upward in a single, perfect arc.

[Critical Hit!]

The hacker reeled.

Allen didn’t give him the dignity of breathing room. Shadow Step to the left, Void Mirage to the right—both slamming into the clone in rapid succession before Allen was there, inside his guard, blade crossing in an X-strike across the chestplate. The armor split with a metallic scream, sparks spraying like molten stars.