Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1887 - Capítulo 1887: Saving My Vows
Capítulo 1887: Saving My Vows
Villain Ch 1887. Saving My Vows
Zoe’s tentacle snapped out, spearing a Veil Stalker crawling on the ceiling. She slammed it into the floor without breaking stride. “Not slowing down,” she muttered.
Shea spun, wings flashing. Her feathers launched like a storm of steel, slicing three Clutch Brides into ribbons of fog. They shrieked once and faded.
Vivian’s whip cracked like thunder, lashing across two Shade Footmen at once. They burst into sparks of pink flame. She twirled it once, eyes glinting. “This is almost cathartic.”
Jane raised one hand, palm down. The floor bulged beneath them as skeletal arms clawed up and dragged a group of Veil Stalkers down into the boards. “Keep walking,” she said. “They’re just echoes.”
Larissa didn’t even look. She extended one arm, and a whip of blood spiraled from her wrist, lashing around a Clutch Bride’s neck and yanking it apart like wet cloth. “Pathetic,” she murmured.
Alice laughed from her broom. “This is starting to feel like a warm-up.”
Allen walked at the head of the group. Every time a servant lunged at him, he didn’t stop—just flicked his wrist, blade moving like a silver whisper, and the thing disintegrated. His steps were measured, unhurried. His heartbeat was loud but steady.
It wasn’t adrenaline. It was anger.
He was done. Done with the cursed manor. Done with its puppets. Done with the landlord’s sick fantasies.
A Veil Stalker darted out of the shadows ahead, claws outstretched. Allen sidestepped, grabbed it by the throat with one hand, and squeezed. The thing cracked like glass, then dissolved in his grip. He kept walking, not even looking back.
The group cut through the next wave like a scythe. Shadows screamed and melted, black ichor staining the floorboards but vanishing seconds later.
Shea glanced at Allen’s back as they walked. “You’re awfully quiet for someone about to crash a wedding.”
Allen didn’t look back. “Saving my vows.”
Vivian smirked. “Oh, dark and mysterious. The landlord’s gonna hate that.”
“Good,” Allen muttered.
He stepped past the rubble, out through the destroyed manor doors. The cold air slapped them like the world had been waiting. The scent hit first—rotting flowers and burnt wax. The sky above wasn’t even black—it was the shade of an old bruise. Purple-gray. Sick. And quiet.
Until the bell tolled.
A long, bone-deep clang that rattled windows and sanity.
They looked ahead.
The church stood at the end of the street, tall and crooked like a tooth chipped on something ancient. Its steeple leaned slightly, and vines coiled around the iron cross. It wasn’t far.
But the street?
The street was full.
Ghostly townsfolk stood in rows. Lined the sidewalks. Stared blankly.
Dozens. Hundreds. Men and women and children. All dressed like it was still the wedding day. Aprons. Bonnets. Jackets soaked with old blood. Their mouths moved.
No sound.
Just that eerie whisper carried by wind:
“The landlord’s new bride…”
“The seventh bride…”
“She will be beautiful.”
Allen didn’t slow.
Neither did the others.
They ran.
Boots slammed against the cobblestone. Shadows twitched at their edges, but none of the ghostly figures moved. Yet. The silence was louder than screams. It pressed against the back of your skull like a held breath.
The bell tolled again. Shorter. Faster.
Inside Allen’s vision:
[Quest Updated!]
Objective: Prevent the Seventh Wedding Ritual.
Time Remaining: 09:58
Location: Church Interior – Ascend the Stair and Interrupt the Vow.
“Move!” he barked.
They hit the church door.
It creaked open like it hadn’t been touched in years—iron groaning, wood splintering under unseen weight.
Inside, the first hall stretched into a nightmare.
Pews lined the walkway, and every one of them was filled.
Ghosts.
The same townsfolk. Their heads slowly turning toward Allen’s team. Faces pale and waxy. Eyes hollow, yet hungry.
Some even clapped.
A slow, polite wedding clap.
“Don’t stop,” Allen muttered.
They didn’t.
Jane’s heels echoed off the stained tile. “Feels like someone rehearsed this for centuries.”
Alice swept her broom in a lazy arc as they walked, muttering a silent hex under her breath.
Bella curled her fingers. “If anyone touches me I swear—”
“They’re not solid,” Zoe said, voice low. “Yet.”
The air was like syrup. Thick with incense and grief.
The bell tolled again. Closer.
Vivian hissed through her teeth. “Can someone shut that thing up already?”
“Almost there,” Allen said.
They reached the main staircase. A spiraling cathedral of stone and rot. The kind of stairwell that spiraled forever in dreams you never wanted to have.
Statues lined both sides.
Women.
All veiled. Holding candles.
Each candle dripped with black wax that hissed when it hit the floor. Like it was alive.
The air here was different. Heavier. More suffocating.
Like stepping into a mausoleum where the bodies still remembered why they died.
The bell tolled again.
This time, it felt like it came from inside their chests.
Allen exhaled through his nose. “Eyes open. Let’s move.”
Shea’s voice was a whisper. “You feel that?”
“I do,” Larissa said softly. “There’s blood in the walls.”
Another wave of monsters poured down at them from above. Shade Footmen clattering like empty armor, Veil Stalkers crawling along the banisters like giant spiders. At the center of the pack, a Clutch Bride floated—taller than the rest, her veil trailing like a black waterfall.
[Elite Encounter: Clutch Bride (Greater) – Lv. 250]
Shea dove forward, her voice rising into a lethal melody. The sound vibrated the stairwell, cracking stained glass windows as the sonic force slammed into the incoming horde.
Zoe’s tentacles wrapped around the banister, launching her upward. She spun midair, crashing down into the Greater Bride with a tentacle strike that split the creature in half like a rotten fruit. Black mist exploded outward.
Vivian lashed her whip through the remains. Alice hurled a sphere of swirling dark energy into the collapsing mass, sucking two Shade Footmen into a vortex before it detonated.
Jane’s shadows surged upward, forming spiked bone walls that impaled the remaining Veil Stalkers one by one as the group ascended.
Larissa caught one with her claws and crushed its skull like a grape, licking the black ichor from her fingers. “I like this place less with every step,” she murmured.
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