Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1886 - Capítulo 1886: The Seventh Wedding
Capítulo 1886: The Seventh Wedding
Villain Ch 1886. The Seventh Wedding
The explosion thumped through the air, fire licking the lace veil like paper.
Bella appeared behind another bride, casting an ice lance, eyes fox-bright and glowing. “Tag.”
She stabbed forward—straight into the bride’s spine—then twisted. The corpse let out a soundless gasp, spasming in place.
“Damn,” Bella muttered. “Still not dead?”
The bride turned her head all the way around like an owl. Bella froze. “That’s cheating.”
Allen shouted, “Bella—duck!”
She dropped instantly. One of Zoe’s tentacles whipped over her, slamming the bride through a wooden chair.
Bella stood, brushed ash off her shoulder. “Thanks, babe.”
Zoe grinned. “Any time, fox.”
Then the voice came again.
“Six… and the seventh…”
The tone shifted.
Lower.
Hungrier.
Like it was drooling.
“I need the seventh… to become Him… Seven wives.”
Jane raised an eyebrow mid-fight. “I guess that means you, Allen.”
Alice fired a beam of chaotic mana. “Yup. Definitely you.”
Bella swung her tails. “So the landlord’s a Devil Emperor wannabe?”
Vivian rolled her eyes, flinging another bolt of cursed charm fire. “Ew. Get in line.”
Allen didn’t react. Not out loud. But deep down?
Yeah.
He was pissed.
He stepped toward the bride lunging at him again—this time not dodging.
He let her reach for him. Her claws nearly grazed his chest—
And then he drove his blade through her gut, up through the ribs, and into the wall behind her.
The corpse froze—
Still twitching—
But pinned.
“I don’t share my title,” Allen muttered, voice low, cold. “Especially not with some taxidermy-obsessed pervert.”
Another bride leapt from behind—Larissa caught her mid-air.
The vampire queen’s eyes glowed deep crimson, her claws extending. “Hands. Off. My. Husband.”
She tore into the corpse’s throat, bloodless flesh ripping like wet paper. The bride gurgled, spine snapping backwards before she crashed to the ground, twitching.
Vivian whistled. “Someone’s in protective girlfriend mode.”
Larissa wiped her mouth elegantly. “Don’t test me.”
Then came the rumble.
The walls shook.
Symbols flared red-hot.
The ceiling cracked.
The voice howled.
“You were supposed to be MINE!”
The remaining four brides surged forward—now moving like puppets on invisible strings. Their limbs twitched, jerked, danced unnaturally fast.
Jane screamed, “He’s controlling them directly now!”
Alice raised her hand. “I’ll hold the room!”
Dark tendrils surged from the floor, binding two of the puppeted brides in place—writhing black vines of shadow and pain.
Allen moved again. Fast.
His blade danced.
Slicing through silk and limb.
He beheaded one bride cleanly.
Her head laughed as it rolled.
He kicked the torso backward, slamming it into the wall hard enough to crack bone.
Bella skewered another bride’s thigh—then twisted. “How many times we gotta kill these—?”
Vivian cackled. “Enough to make it personal!”
The room was fire and flesh and screaming.
Smoke filled the air—perfume and magic and bloodless rot.
The dead would not stay down.
Allen’s heart pounded—but not from fear.
This was fury.
He ducked under a claw, stabbed upward—his blade bursting through a bride’s mouth and into the ceiling.
The voice screeched.
Like a marionette string snapping.
One by one, the corpses froze.
Spasmed.
Then…
Cracked.
The sound of bones breaking.
The bride in the silver dress turned to ash in front of him.
The others began to wither.
Gowns crumbling.
Faces hollowing.
Then—silence.
Just the sound of breathing.
Of burned lace.
And the faintest crackle of fading magic.
Allen stood in the center.
Blood on his blade.
Eyes steady.
Vivian blew a kiss toward the ashes. “Rest in pieces, ladies.”
Jane looked around. “He’s not gone. Just hurt.”
Alice floated back down. “That wasn’t the final act.”
Zoe touched Allen’s shoulder. “What now?”
Allen turned to the sealed hallway. Elise had gone that way.
He slid his blade back into its sheath.
The steel hissed.
“Now?” he said quietly. “We find the bride and we end this sick bastard.”
The others nodded.
Allen turned to the door Elise had vanished through. The wood wasn’t wood anymore—more like a sheet of muscle covered in paint. Runes crawled across it like worms, binding it shut.
He didn’t even raise his blade. He raised his hand.
“Telekinesis Blast.”
The air around his palm warped, pulling inward like he’d created a small black hole. Then it snapped outward with a crack, and invisible force slammed into the door.
The runes screamed. Literally. The entire hallway shuddered as the “door” burst inward, splattering across the walls like peeled meat.
A bell tolled.
Deep. Low. Everywhere at once.
Then the walls began to whisper, dozens of voices overlapping in a soft chant.
“The seventh wedding will start… The seventh wedding will start… The seventh wedding will start…”
The system blinked across Allen’s vision:
[Quest Updated: STOP THE SEVENTH WEDDING]
[Objective: Rescue Elise and Destroy the Wedding]
[Time Remaining: 14:57]
He inhaled once. Looked at the countdown. Then at his team.
Vivian cocked her head. “Well. I guess we’re crashing a wedding.”
Jane smirked faintly. “About time.”
Shea’s feathers rattled like knives. “Then let’s move.”
They stormed out of the room, boots hitting the rotted floorboards like war drums.
The hall twisted ahead of them, long and dark, lined with stained glass windows. The glass didn’t depict saints or angels anymore—just silhouettes of brides with stitched mouths and hollow eyes. The ceiling dripped black water. The air stank of incense, old wine, and mildew.
Shadows slithered between the cracks of the walls. Some peeled off and shaped themselves into forms—long, lanky, faceless servants with talon hands. Others crawled like centipedes across the ceiling, their spines a jagged line of candlelight.
The system flashed again.
[Enemy Encounter: Manor Servants]
[Shade Footman – Lv. 220]
[Veil Stalker – Lv. 225]
[Clutch Bride (Lesser) – Lv. 230]
They came in waves.
The first Shade Footman lunged out of the wall ahead, its body little more than smoke wrapped around rusty armor. It swung a jagged blade at Allen’s head—he ducked and cut upward in one smooth motion. The thing evaporated before it even hit the ground.
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