Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1841: You Still Want to Fight Him
Chapter 1841: You Still Want to Fight Him
Villain Ch 1841. You Still Want to Fight Him
Allen tilted his head, grin widening, crimson eyes glowing with that psychotic glint Elio remembered. The same glint from that massacre.
Then his hand shot out, crushing Elio’s throat.
Wings shredded, body broken, Elio dangled in the night sky, choking, blade slipping from his grip as blood bubbled in his throat.
Allen held him high against the stars, smirk cruel and perfect, crimson eyes gleaming with joy.
He didn’t answer.
He didn’t need to.
The grin was truth enough.
But the glint in his eyes—the psychotic, hungry glint—
It was Allen’s.
Elio felt it pierce deeper than any blade could. That look was proof. His lungs burned as Allen’s hand clamped around his throat, wings shredded and twitching uselessly. He kicked, thrashed, tried to pry free—but Allen didn’t even tremble. The Emperor just held him up like a broken banner against the stars.
The plaza far below looked like a battlefield drowned in hellfire. Blood smeared the stones, relics pulsed faintly in Allen’s wake, and the screams of dying players echoed like a choir to his cruelty. Allen tilted his head, smirk widening, savoring every ounce of Elio’s struggle.
Then the sword slid forward.
Cold steel punched through Elio’s chest, bursting out between his wings. His scream broke into a bloody choke. Pain exploded everywhere, burning through his veins like fire. The blade pinned him in the air, his own blood spraying in crimson arcs, spattering Allen’s face.
For a heartbeat, everything slowed.
The metallic taste of his own blood filled his mouth. His vision flickered—dark, light, dark again. He could hear his heart stuttering, wings spasming like dying birds.
Allen leaned close, voice almost a whisper. “You wanted the truth? Here it is.”
He twisted the blade.
Elio’s body convulsed, his scream ripping into the night. His relic tore free from his chest in a brilliant flare of light, drifting upward like a soul escaping.
Allen yanked his sword free and caught the relic in his blood-soaked hand, raising it high like a trophy.
[Player Mac has been slain.]
[Item Reclaimed: Silverfang Crest.]
[Slain by: The Emperor.]
The system announcement rang across the battlefield, booming in every player’s ears.
Elio’s body went slack. His vision dimmed. He fell.
The sky spun above him as he plummeted, wings limp, sword falling from his grip. He caught one last sight of Allen in the sky—the Emperor hovering like a god of slaughter, crimson aura blazing, his harem circling him like demons in orbit.
Shea’s feathers gleamed as her blade-wings cut through fleeing players, screams trailing behind her song.
Zoe’s tentacles lashed out like whips, dragging armored bodies into watery prisons before crushing them.
Bella’s tails snapped, spells exploding like fireworks across the plaza, ice shards skewering players mid-scream.
Larissa drank greedily from a fallen cleric, blood dripping from her lips as her crimson eyes glowed with ecstasy.
Vivian’s whip cracked, binding a warrior before her claws ended him, her laughter sultry and cruel.
Alice flew above on her broom, hurling shadows that wrapped around mages and dragged them screaming into black voids.
Jane’s necrotic sigils glowed on the corpses below, raising the dead to fight again.
It was carnage. Beautiful to them. Hell to everyone else.
And Allen? He just hovered above it all, wings black fire, relics glittering around him like jewels, smirk carved into his face like it would never leave.
Elio’s last thought before his avatar flickered out was simple, desperate.
’C’mon…’
The countdown filled his screen.
[Respawn in: 00:07… 00:06…]
His body dissolved into light.
The world reset.
He spawned in Ilude, the town square buzzing with chaos—respawning players cursing, screaming, rallying. His lungs filled with clean air again, but his chest still burned phantom pain where Allen’s sword had skewered him.
“Alex!” Elio’s voice cracked. He sprinted across the cobblestones, wings still stiff from respawn. His boots echoed hard against the stone, panic in every step.
Father^Alex sat hunched on a bench, pale and drained, staff across his knees. He blinked up in surprise as Elio nearly skidded to a stop. “You—?”
“Heal me! Now!” Elio barked, desperate.
Alex actually flinched. Elio never demanded like this, never carried that raw edge in his voice. But he raised his staff anyway, light spilling over Elio’s battered form. Healing waves wrapped around him, soothing torn muscles, knitting shallow wounds—yet not fully.
Elio snarled, glaring down at him. “More!”
“My mana—” Alex’s voice broke, showing the flickering blue bar at the edge of his vision. “It’s still red. I can’t—”
“Buffs!” Elio snapped.
Alex swallowed hard. His hands shook as he whispered the incantations, pouring what little mana he had left into Elio. Holy strength, speed, protection—weak copies of their usual form, but something.
Behind them, Red_King limped closer, one arm clutching his side. His eyes narrowed, voice low and rough. “You still want to fight him?”
Elio turned, wings flexing, blood dripping from his lip. He opened his relic menu with a flick. The numbers glared at him.
[Relics Remaining: 10]
[Event Time: 00:10:13]
His jaw tightened. “Protect whoever holds them,” he growled. “If we lose those last ten, it’s over.”
Red_King’s expression darkened, but he nodded. “You’re insane.”
Elio ignored him. He was already running, boots slamming against the cobbles. He yanked an elixir from his inventory, popped the cork with his teeth, and downed it mid-stride. Bitter fire burned down his throat, heat rushing into his veins, wounds knitting just enough to move.
The town gates blurred past him. The plaza loomed again, still a hellscape of fire, blood, and screaming.
And Allen was still there.
[Event Time: 09:21]
Elio’s wings snapped open. He leapt into the air, shooting upward, shield glowing, sword flaring in both hands.
Allen turned midair, blade already rising. Sparks lit the night as their swords clashed once more, the shockwave rippling through the battlefield.
“You haven’t answered me!” Elio shouted, voice raw, throat ragged. His eyes burned, wings straining as he pushed everything into the strike. “Answer me!”
Allen’s smirk curved wider, crimson eyes glowing with cruel light. He parried easily, their blades locked, sparks showering down like meteors.
“Desperate little moth,” Allen murmured, his voice dripping with mockery as his wings beat once, forcing Elio back in the air. “And you still want to know?”
