Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1611. The Glass Maw [Part 2]

Allen stepped forward.

“Make it zero.”

Larissa blurred past him, a streak of blood red.

“Bat Swarm.”

A cloud of crimson bats exploded from her cloak, surrounding a larger Crystalline Juggernaut <Lv. 210> that had just emerged from the back.

It roared, swinging massive arms of fused crystal, each movement slow but devastating.

Larissa crouched, smirked, and whispered. “Let’s drain.”

Blood Siphon.

The bats latched onto it, draining mana through its exposed rib plates while she appeared behind it in a blur, dual blades glowing red.

She didn’t stab. She carved.

Back, legs, spine.

Each strike drew more red than blue—pulling vitality into her body, her eyes glowing brighter with each hit.

“Mine,” she whispered, slicing through its throat.

It shattered like stained glass.

The dust settled.

Allen scanned the corridor. Shattered bodies, glittering mana, and drained cores littered the path. His sword still hadn’t left its sheath.

“Still easy,” he muttered.

“Too easy,” Shea agreed.

Zoe wiped a bit of steam off her shoulder, flicking a shard of cracked mana glass off her bracer. “That was just the gate guards.”

Allen nodded once, the subtle gleam in his eyes already focused past the wreckage. “Then we go deeper.”

They moved in silence.

The corridor ahead dropped down into a wide ramp of shimmering obsidian glass—fractured lines pulsed under their feet like nervous system veins. The air thickened, cooler now, and laced with a hum that vibrated in their bones. Mana residue curled up from the cracks in pale-blue wisps, clinging to their legs like spectral mist.

Then they heard it.

From around the curve of the corridor, just past the steep incline, came laughter.

Players.

Footsteps. Metal clinking. A faint pulse of light and—

Voices.

Zoe halted mid-step, her tentacle hair twitching. “Wait. Those are—”

“Players,” Larissa confirmed instantly, fading into shadow behind a crystalline pillar. Her dagger was already in hand, eyes scanning every sound and movement.

Jane narrowed her eyes and peeked past Allen’s shoulder. “High-level, too. I see class sigils. That priest’s got a Divine Light buff active.”

Vivian’s lips parted, her brows pulling together in mild surprise. “I thought this place was usually empty.”

“I thought so too,” Zoe muttered. “But… I guess we weren’t the only ones checking the dungeon rotation today.”

“They must’ve thought the same thing,” Allen said under his breath. “Bugged drops. Quiet spawn time.”

Alice floated up slowly, cloak drifting behind her like she was underwater. “Should we avoid or confront?”

“Too late,” Larissa said coolly, eyes flicking to the right.

One of the opposing players—a towering warrior with a massive dual axe glowing with Infernal Flame—stepped forward from the far curve. He wasn’t hiding. His armor gleamed like polished crimson steel, horns curved back from his helmet, and his entire aura screamed elite raid tank.

And he was staring directly at Allen.

The rest of the group appeared behind him. Eight of them. No casuals.

Full meta-gear. Top-tier raid sigils. Perfect formation. Their expressions shifted the moment they locked eyes with Allen and his squad—amusement turning to tension. Tension turning to alertness.

Then one of them muttered, “Wait. That’s…”

Another gasped. “No way.”

Their leader—the axe-tank—squinted. His voice was low but cut through the air like a warning bell.

“Devil Emperor.”

And just like that, the tension snapped into violence.

They attacked.

The axe-tank charged first, not hesitating.

“Incoming!” Shea shouted, wings flaring open, her hands instantly moving to summon her harp.

Allen’s eyes narrowed.

They weren’t running.

They knew who he was—and they came anyway.

He stepped forward. One stride. Two.

“Void Mirage.”

A shadowy illusion burst out of him, sprinting in a different direction, mimicking his gait perfectly. The axe-wielder lunged toward the mirage—

-BOOM!

The illusion exploded mid-air, blinding him.

Allen didn’t stop.

“Jane. Split the backline.”

“Gladly.”

Undead Grasp.

Rotting skeletal hands erupted from the floor beneath the opposing team’s mage and healer, grabbing their legs with a snapping twist. One of them yelped as a hand dragged him down through the floor model glitch. Jane cackled. “Sucks to be you!”

Vivian vanished mid-step.

Nightmare Trap.

She reappeared behind their rogue, whip coiling around his throat before he could react.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she purred, before launching into Demonic Frenzy—her whip slashing five times in a heartbeat. The rogue vanished in a burst of dark particles.

Zoe’s eyes glowed deep ocean blue.

Leviathan’s Rage.

A pulse of water magic burst from her, forming a massive kraken head that bit down on two enemy rangers at once. They screamed as water pressure crushed their gear into glimmering fragments.

Allen raised his hand.

‘Demonic Lances.’

Fifty glowing black spears materialized and launched at the enemy support priest, who had just broken free of Jane’s trap. One hit the shield. The other pierced his chest.

The last went through his head.

[Critical Hit – Lethal]

He dropped with a flicker of light and a sharp system chime.

The enemy party was good. Organized.

But they weren’t prepared for this level of speed. Of coordination. Of cruelty.

“Bella, cleanup,” Allen ordered.

She pointed one finger. ‘Ice Storm.’

A blizzard raged through the hall, freezing two warriors mid-swing. Alice grinned above and launched ‘Void Sphere’, sucking them into a swirling black ball before it detonated in a pulsing arcane explosion.

“Hahahaha~” she laughed in a mocking tone.

The enemy leader—half-blinded, bleeding—roared.

“Cowards! Just face me!”

Allen didn’t even respond.

He stepped forward. Calm. Cold. Like a final nail.

Then flicked his wrist.

“Abyss Shatter!”

He brought his hand down.

The ground beneath the enemy tank cracked, shattered in a perfect radius—runes igniting. The explosion sent the tank flying backward into a wall of crystal. His armor cracked. The HP bar blinked, then…

Silence.

The entire enemy party— wiped.

Allen exhaled once.

The sound of echoing footsteps faded. Only his team remained, standing over cracked glass and scattered loot.

Jane lowered her staff. “Welp. That escalated.”

Vivian tossed her hair. “Idiots. They really thought that would work?”

Zoe snorted. “At least we got something to warm up with.”

Alice landed beside Allen. “You okay?”

He nodded slowly.

But inside?

He was smirking.

Because this was perfect.

Their corpses were still glitching into particle dust.

His aura was still pulsing like hellfire in the air, thick and heavy like smoke after a bombing.

He was locked in.

Focused.

Centered.

Until two soft palms squished the sides of his face.

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