Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1895: The Hollow Bride
Chapter 1895: The Hollow Bride
Villain Ch 1895. The Hollow Bride
She hurled a Firestorm into Elise’s face. Flames burst, the heat singeing even Allen’s coat as the Bride staggered back. But then she absorbed it—the fire sucking straight into the brand carved on her collarbone. Her eyes glowed bright white.
The flames exploded back out.
Bella screamed as she was thrown across the ICU, smashing through two gurneys and coughing smoke.
“She’s reflecting magic!” Jane yelled. “Careful!”
Allen moved. He didn’t sprint. He didn’t rush. He just walked. Step by step. Blade loose at his side. The aura around him pulsed with every footfall, heavy enough to crack the tiles under his boots.
The Bride noticed. Her faceless gaze turned to him, hollow eyes narrowing without pupils.
She slashed the air.
Invisible blades tore through the room—benches, equipment, even walls splitting like paper. Allen twisted, weaving between them, his coat ripping but his body untouched.
Then he was there.
Blade high.
He brought it down across her chest.
The impact rang out like iron on iron. Sparks spat. The blade carved a deep gash down her bloody gown, cutting into her pale flesh—but no blood came out. Just smoke.
She wailed again. Point-blank.
Allen flew back like a ragdoll, hitting the wall so hard it cratered.
His ribs cracked. He tasted copper. But his eyes stayed sharp, unblinking.
“Yeah,” he muttered, spitting blood. “That’s gonna bruise.”
Shea shot past him, harp-string blades flashing. “Get up, John Brick, I’ll cover!”
Her strings lashed across the Bride’s arm, severing one claw completely. It hit the floor, twitching. But Elise didn’t even flinch. She just looked down, then wailed again.
The sound shattered Shea’s harp mid-note. She cried out, wings crumpling as she hit the tiles.
Larissa swooped in next, blood magic dripping from her hands like molten glass. She slashed her palm, summoning a whip of crimson. “You want a wedding?” she snarled. “Let’s make it messy.”
Her whip wrapped around Elise’s waist. She yanked hard, pulling her off-balance. The Bride stumbled—and Larissa was already there, claws digging into her pale shoulder.
The Hollow Bride screamed.
Not a wail. A scream.
It shook the whole hospital. Windows shattered on the outside. The town square cracked like an earthquake. The curse spread further, crawling out of the hospital like smoke spilling through streets. Ghosts collapsed, twitching, then rose again with claws instead of hands.
The system blared.
[The Hollow Bride’s Curse has spread to the Town.]
[All Hostile Entities in the Area +2 Levels.]
“Of course,” Vivian muttered, whip already wrapping around Elise’s arm. “Because this wasn’t hard enough.”
“Focus!” Allen barked, pulling himself out of the crater in the wall. His sword gleamed with abyssal light, his aura shaking the ground. “She’s not unstoppable. Nothing is.”
Elise turned toward him. Slowly. Blank eyes boring into him like she recognized his voice through the curse. Her chest caved inward, the hole where her heart should be glowing faintly.
Then she wailed again.
The hospital collapsed.
The entire second floor gave way, walls cracking, beams snapping. They fell with it—beds, debris, broken bodies—crashing into the first floor in an explosion of dust and plaster.
Allen rolled, dragging Shea out from under a falling beam.
Zoe punched rubble off herself like it was tissue paper.
Bella coughed, singed but alive.
Jane stood in the middle of it all, chanting under her breath, summoning skeletal walls just to hold up parts of the ceiling.
Elise rose from the rubble like a corpse dragged out of the sea. Her gown trailed like rivers of blood. Her howl echoed again, rattling the walls of the town beyond, cracking the ground beneath.
Allen spat out more blood. His chest was burning. His ears rang. His vision swam from the impact. But he grinned, cold and sharp.
“You’re loud,” he muttered.
The Hollow Bride tilted her head, face expressionless.
Allen pointed his blade at her, steady as a heartbeat.
“Let’s see if you can scream with your jaw broken.”
And then he moved.
Fast.
Like a blade through the dark.
The Hollow Bride didn’t even flinch. She raised her hand, slow and twitchy, like a marionette being yanked by invisible strings. Allen was already on her, his sword arcing for her throat—but her wail struck first.
Not a scream this time. A pulse. Like a sonar shockwave made of grief and hate.
Allen’s body hit resistance mid-swing. Like slamming into pressure glass. He growled and forced his way through, muscles burning, aura flaring around him like a storm barely leashed.
[Demonic Aura: 12:22 remaining]
He cracked through the barrier and his sword met flesh.
Kind of.
The Hollow Bride didn’t bleed when the blade bit. She shivered. Like something inside her convulsed. Then her hand wrapped around Allen’s neck.
He felt claws digging in.
She didn’t lift him.
She screamed directly into his face.
His vision went white. His skull felt like it cracked from the inside. He flew backward, skidding across debris and shattered tiles, slamming into the busted elevator shaft with a full-body thunk.
Jane’s voice shouted from behind, already chanting.
“Necromancy: Rise, my wraiths.”
And the walls exploded in ghostly green light.
Dozens of wraiths appeared—tall, thin, half-decayed phantoms. They didn’t moan. They charged straight at the Hollow Bride.
She wailed again—two of them disintegrated.
The others swirled around her like angry smoke.
“Jane, they’re not doing enough!” Shea snapped, wings slicing through the falling plaster. She soared above and threw a Wind Blade Strike, twin crescents of air crashing into the undead townfolk swarming up from the stairwell.
Yeah. The town was awake now.
Undead. Ghosts. Twisted half-things. Hundreds of them. Pouring in through shattered walls. Crawling up from beneath the building. Coming through the floor like they’d always been there, waiting.
Larissa growled and raised both hands.
“Bat Swarm.”
Hundreds of tiny, screeching red-eyed bats burst from her sleeves and hair, spiraling through the battlefield, tearing chunks out of the undead like meat grinders with wings.
She followed it with a second spell.
“Crimson Wave.”
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