Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1614. Pride’s a Hell of a Drug

One of them begged—sword dropped, hands up. “Please spare me…”

Allen kicked his shin in, then buried his blade into his thigh.

“Don’t beg,” he said, twisting the sword. “It’s pitiful.”

[Player YamiGod97 has been defeated.]

He kept walking, his breathing slow and steady.

The blood dripping down his arm was not his own.

From the corner of his eye—an archer tried to aim.

“Telekinesis Blast.”

The arrow snapped in midair. So did the archer’s bow arm.

So did her neck.

[Player AuroraFangs has been defeated.]

More came.

More died.

Allen’s voice was barely audible over the sound of cracking bones and sizzling magic.

“Soul Siphon.”

A glowing tether latched onto the chest of a dual-wielder who’d managed to scratch his arm. Allen didn’t even blink as the man’s soul was yanked out—burning, screaming, and absorbed directly into Allen’s health bar.

[Player Bloodstep has been defeated.]

He exhaled.

A short, shallow breath.

Then— “Void Mirage.”

He left a sprinting illusion that baited three attackers to the left while he dropped into shadow.

They slashed the fake.

It exploded.

They screamed.

Allen appeared behind the smoke, sword-first, and cut through all three like butter.

[Player Snipezz has been defeated.]

[Player MaceDaddy has been defeated.]

[Player DemonHugger has been defeated.]

Vivian’s voice chimed faintly behind him.

“Allen, you’re hogging everything.”

He didn’t answer.

Just flicked the blood off his sword like rainwater.

The dungeon was unrecognizable.

Walls scorched.

Crystals cracked.

Bodies, gear, and soul fragments littered the floor like shattered hopes.

His aura still pulsed like a living furnace—an oppressive miasma that made it hurt to breathe near him.

He stepped into the center of it all.

“Throne of Dread,” he whispered.

The black throne erupted.

He sat.

A god over the graveyard he’d made.

[While seated, regenerate 3% HP and 5% Mana per second.]

[Skill cost -20%. One extra spell per second can be cast.]

Chimes flooded in.

[System Alert: Killstreak Exceeded]

[You have defeated 39 players within 12 minutes]

[Legendary Title Bonus: Blood Thirst Emperor]

[You have claimed Area Domination: Glass Maw – Hollow Cathedral Gate]

[Your presence has triggered “Despair” status in all players nearby.]

[Server Notice: “Boss Encounter – Devil Emperor” has been auto-flagged.]

More parties were coming.

More names.

More pinging entries at the edge of the dungeon map.

Allen didn’t flinch.

Didn’t rise.

He sat back, arm over the throne’s edge, sword leaning beside him.

“Bring them,” he said softly.

And he smiled.

The kind that curdled the blood.

The kind that haunted logout screens.

“Let’s see who’s next.”

The throne pulsed beneath him, black veins of power feeding into the dungeon’s cracked floor like roots tapping into fresh graves. He tilted his head slightly, listening—not to footsteps, but to the sound of fresh prey.

Soft crunches.

Metal scraping.

Voices.

He stood slowly, fingers brushing the hilt of the blade at his side. The sword twitched—not vibrating from mana, but eager. It was always hungry.

And so was he.

A figure stepped into view at the edge of the broken corridor—tall, armored, a polished silver kite shield strapped to one arm and a glowing golden sword in the other. Paladin class. Cloak embroidered with moonruned sigils that flickered faintly. The man held his head high.

Allen’s gaze flicked to the tag floating above him.

Caelum (Moonveil Sentinels’s guild leader) <Lv 201>

Behind him came the rest. A rogue cloaked in flickering shadow. Two sorcerers, hands crackling with charged energy. A beast-eyed hunter nocking an arrow. A towering berserker with axe resting over one shoulder. Two healers, side by side in spotless white.

And there—towards the back.

Sophia.

Allen’s smile sharpened.

Of course.

He could practically hear the replay in her mind—how she got flicked during the last event. How he didn’t even give her the satisfaction of a real fight. The cold dismissal. The public humiliation.

And now she came here?

With this guild?

He muttered under his breath, “Pride’s a hell of a drug.”

His eyes snapped to Caelum. The man wasn’t posturing. Wasn’t boasting. Just standing like someone who knew how to take hits. Who’d been in more than a few bad situations and walked out smarter.

Allen’s smirk faded slightly.

“Oh… so you’re not just another meat shield.”

Caelum took a slow, deliberate step forward. His voice was calm—measured, like someone laying out plans instead of threats.

“We’ll split aggro—sorcerers suppress, rogue flanks, healers maintain rotation. Hunter on high ground. Berserker keeps pressure. I’ll keep the devil busy.”

He locked eyes with Allen.

“And we will take you down.”

Allen blinked once.

Then laughed—sharp, cruel, full of teeth.

“A plan?” he said, almost disappointed. “Cute.”

His gaze slid past Caelum, right to Sophia.

“But you forgot one thing…”

He tilted his head, that evil glint already returning.

“I don’t play fair.”

The dungeon fell silent.

The air thickened—metallic, humid, like rain was coming, but the only storm was standing in front of them with hellfire in his veins.

He ran his tongue across his bloody thumb, and dragged it down the edge.

Grinned.

“Let’s play.”

Then he charged.

Not teleporting.

Not blinking.

He ran—boots slamming like war drums.

The berserker moved first, swinging a two-handed axe with a wild roar.

Allen ducked the blow so low his shoulder grazed the floor, then rose with a backhand slash.

The blade caught the berserker under the jaw.

The head didn’t fly. It twitched once, the eyes still wide—then slid off, toppling sideways like a helmet dropped from a table.

[Player MeatKnight has been defeated.]

The sorcerers panicked.

Allen was already between them.

One screamed a barrier incantation. The other raised a flame glyph.

Allen grabbed the barrier caster by the face and slammed her skull-first into her partner’s casting hands. Bone and spell shattered.

He gutted the first with a single upward slash.

Then pivoted and kicked the second straight through a cracked pillar.

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[Player Spellsy has been defeated.]

A blur of shadow struck from behind—daggers aimed at his kidneys.

Allen twisted, letting one blade slide across his side, just shallow enough to piss him off.

He snatched the rogue’s wrist and yanked her into his knee. The sound of cartilage crunching.

She gagged.

He raised his sword point-first.

Drove it through her mouth.

[Player EchoDagger has been defeated.]

He didn’t even look at the falling body. His eyes were already on Caelum.

The paladin moved.

Quick.

Too quick for his build.

He charged in, shield raised, glowing gold aura around him like the first light of a holy dawn.

Allen grinned.

“Finally.”

The clash rang like a bell made of swords.

Steel on steel. Sparks flying. Blades scraping as each tried to carve past the other.

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