Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 657. Till The Bitter End [Part 5]

Time ticked away. Allen and his companions unleashed their most devastating area skills upon Gorroc City. The ground trembled beneath their feet as thunder roared overhead, drowning out the desperate cries of the city's inhabitants. The once-blue sky darkened to a foreboding shade of black, a harbinger of the destruction that was to come.

With a flick of his wrist, Allen conjured torrents of flame that consumed everything in their path, engulfing buildings, streets, and unfortunate players alike in a blazing inferno. The air filled with the acrid scent of smoke and the agonized screams of those caught in the conflagration.

The resistance was futile against the villains' onslaught. Any attempts to fight back were swiftly crushed under the weight of their overwhelming power. The Behemoth, towering over the city like a vengeful god, trampled everything in its path, reducing sturdy structures to rubble with each thunderous footfall. Likewise with the gigantic shadow creature.

Even the tanks were no match for the onslaught. Elio also fell beneath the relentless assault, his valiant efforts proving futile against the overwhelming might of their enemies.

The flames raged and the city burned, chaos reigned supreme. Allen and his allies showed no mercy, their hearts cold and their souls black as they reveled in the destruction they wrought. The once-proud city of Gorroc lay in ruins, its streets littered with the bodies of the fallen, its buildings reduced to smoldering husks.

And amidst the devastation, Allen's gaze sweeping over the destruction with cold satisfaction. This was his victory, his moment of glory. And as the flames licked at the sky and the smoke choked the air, he knew that none could stand against him. For he was the devil emperor, and Gorroc City was his to conquer.

Desperate, the players rallied for one final stand against the encroaching darkness. With the enemy forces closing in, the healers of the city gathered together, their minds united in a desperate bid to turn the tide of battle. Discover exclusive tales on empire

With a collective surge of power, they raised their hands to the sky, conjuring barriers of shimmering light that encircled the battlefield, trapping both enemies and villains within its confines.

With the enemies ensnared, the magic users wasted no time in unleashing their most devastating spells upon the trapped foes. The air crackled with Mana as thunder, fire, and ice roared within the confines of the barrier, their combined force shaking the very foundations of the ground.

Thunderous booms reverberated through the air as bolts of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the battlefield in a blinding display of power. The ground trembled beneath the onslaught, unable to withstand the sheer force of the magical onslaught.

Meanwhile, tongues of flame erupted from the ground, licking hungrily at anything in their path as fire magic engulfed the trapped enemies in a sea of flames. The air grew thick with smoke and ash, obscuring the battlefield in a choking haze as the flames danced and twisted in the darkness.

But the assault did not end there. Ice magic, cold and unforgiving, swept through the barrier with bone-chilling intensity, encasing enemies and villains alike in sheets of frost. The air grew frigid, a biting cold that seeped into the very marrow of the bones, freezing them in place as the ice magic worked its icy grip.

The barrier crackled and groaned under the strain of the onslaught, threatening to collapse under the sheer weight of the magical assault.

But still, the players pressed on, their determination unwavering in the face of overwhelming odds. The healers recreated the barrier and the magic users threw their spells again. With each spell cast, they drew closer to victory.

Three minutes passed. The dust settled and the smoke cleared. A heavy silence descended upon the battlefield, broken only by the labored breaths of the exhausted players. For what felt like an eternity, there was no movement, no sound, no indication of what had transpired within the confines of the barrier.

The players held their breath, their hearts pounding in their chests as they waited with bated breath for any sign of victory. They wondered how many enemies they had managed to vanquish, how much damage they had inflicted upon their foes. But to their dismay, their holographic user interfaces remained eerily silent, offering no insight into the outcome of their efforts.

A sense of unease settled over the players, their minds racing with doubt and uncertainty. Had they won? Or had their efforts been in vain? The tension in the air was palpable as they braced themselves for whatever lay ahead.

Then, with a suddenness that seemed to snap the world back into focus, the smoke dissipated, revealing a sight that sent shockwaves rippling through the ranks of the players. There, standing before them, were not one, but two other layers of barriers within the massive barrier. A cruel proof of their enemies' cunning and deception.

The realization hit them like a physical blow, leaving them reeling in disbelief. How had they been so blind? How had they not seen through the enemy's ruse until it was too late?

But it was the smirks on their enemies' faces that truly drove the dagger of despair into their hearts. There, at the center of the barrier, stood Allen, the devil emperor, and Jane, the necromancer, their expressions twisted with amusement and malice. It was clear the barriers were theirs.

"Guess who's up next?" Allen chimed in, his grin wicked and eyes gleaming with mischief.

The barriers cracked and shattered. Allen's companions unleashed their skills with devastating precision. Thunder roared, flames danced, and ice cut through the air like shards of glass, creating a symphony of destruction that echoed throughout the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Allen remained seated on Behemoth's head, a picture of calm amidst the chaos. He crossed his legs casually, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the carnage unfold around him. The screams of the fallen and the despair of the defeated only seemed to fuel his enjoyment.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Seems like this will end sooner than I thought," Allen mused to himself, his eyes glinting with anticipation. But just as he thought victory was within his grasp, he felt a sudden movement behind him. It was sharp and dangerous.