Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1615. I Hate When They Die Too Fast

Caelum wasn’t passive.

He pressed.

Each swing measured, calculated—not flailing, not hopeful. He used his shield like a second blade, parrying Allen’s wild lunges and sending pulses of divine energy through the floor.

Allen laughed as their blades locked again.

“Not bad, Grandpa. You practice this in church?”

Caelum didn’t speak.

Just shoved.

Hard.

Allen slid back half a step.

Eyes narrowed.

He lunged again—low slash aimed at the paladin’s ankles. A feint. Caelum blocked—and Allen vanished, appearing above him mid-air, blade raised high.

“DIE.”

Caelum spun and met it head-on.

Their swords clashed again.

The impact cracked the floor.

Allen snarled, pushing harder. “You’re not better than that Stubborn Paladin (he means Elio).”

“I don’t need to be,” Caelum said. “I only need to outlast you.”

Allen grinned, teeth bloody.

“Cute. Try.”

He spun with a flash-step, feinting again—then slashed diagonally up Caelum’s torso.

The blade screeched across the shield.

But cut. Just barely.

The first real blood.

Allen backed off. Blade pulsed in his grip, almost vibrating.

He licked the blood off the flat edge. Tasted it.

He liked it.

Then charged again.

They clashed.

And clashed.

Each strike brutal.

Caelum used divine bursts to stagger.

Allen used raw speed, stepping sideways mid-swing, twisting, reversing his grip. Their blades sang a death duet across the hall.

Meanwhile, Sophia’s healing spells lit the air—golden light pulsing like a heartbeat from behind Caelum’s defense line. Allen’s eyes flicked past the paladin for just a second—and caught the rapid glow of skill chains.

[Skill Activated: Agility Surge]

[Your Speed has increased by 120%]

[Skill Activated: Holy Blessing]

[Your Accuracy, Magic Power, and Strength have increased by 100%]

[Skill Activated: Divine Protection]

[Your Defense has increased by 150%]

[Skill Activated: Mass Healing Light]

[AoE Heal – All allies within range recover 40% HP per second for 8 seconds]

Light poured down from above like goddamn rain. Caelum’s wounds began to close. The rogue’s shattered ribcage knit together. Even the half-frozen hunter stood straighter, growling with renewed breath.

Allen’s jaw tightened.

“Tch. Of course she’s trying to play savior.”

He ducked under a shield slam, Caelum roaring with fresh power. Allen’s boots slid on cracked obsidian, sparks flying off his pauldron as their blades scraped on the pass.

Then he rolled, sharp and low.

Came up mid-turn.

And without a word— He threw the blade.

The sword spun through the air like a cursed buzzsaw, humming with bloodlust.

Straight.

For.

Sophia.

The hunter intercepted—diving into its path.

Allen’s eyes flicked red.

“Oh?”

[Player BeastArrow has been defeated.]

The sword embedded into a wall of crystal behind Sophia.

She froze.

Allen appeared beside her a second later, hand outstretched.

“Hello, bug.”

Her eyes widened.

He snapped his fingers.

“Stone Curse.”

Her legs turned to marble.

She screamed.

Caelum roared—charging—shield up, sword glowing.

Allen caught his blade mid-sprint from the wall behind Sophia. The moment his fingers wrapped around the hilt, he turned.

And for the first time… Allen blocked Caelum’s full power without moving an inch.

Caelum’s blade crashed down with the force of a divine judgment strike—runes flaring, light searing through the dark. But it stopped short, inches from Allen’s face.

A deep hum resonated in the air.

A dark dome flared to life around Allen—jet-black with faint crimson cracks, like volcanic glass holding back a sun. The barrier pulsed with abyssal energy, shimmering with the shape of snarling demonic sigils.

[Barrier has activated]

The paladin staggered a step back, eyes widening.

Allen smiled slowly, eyes half-lidded like a cat watching a mouse break its own leg.

“Surprise,” he whispered. “You’re not the only one with prep.”

He stepped forward, sword raised again, dragging against the floor with a low metal screech.

“You’re fun,” Allen whispered, almost sweetly. “But she dies first.”

And he lunged again.

Their blades clashed and locked.

The runes ignited.

Then he pushed.

Caelum’s shield shattered in half.

The divine enchantments flickered, cracked, then burst in a shower of glowing sparks. The sheer force of Allen’s counterspell detonated through the paladin’s guard like a sledgehammer to glass.

He was launched across the corridor, slamming into a jagged wall of crystal with enough power to leave a cratered outline.

He slumped.

Still conscious.

Barely.

Allen didn’t chase him.

Not yet.

He turned—black sword dragging against the floor with a hiss of steel and ember. Sparks danced around him like fireflies from hell.

His eyes locked on Sophia.

She’d frozen. Buffs flickering around her form. Healing light still glowing faintly in her hands. A single drop of sweat rolled down her cheek.

Allen tilted his head, watching her the way a cat watches a pinned moth.

He raised his sword.

“Mass Healing Light,” Sophia whispered shakily.

The golden glow spread again.

But Allen’s smile deepened.

And he blinked forward.

She barely registered it before he was in front of her.

He grabbed her by the collar, yanked her off her feet, and slammed her back-first into a cracked crystal slab. Her breath fled her lungs in a sharp gasp.

“No barrier. No tank. No excuses,” he whispered in her ear.

Then, casually—like carving fruit—he drove the blade through her stomach.

The blade didn’t just pierce. It ate.

The healing light around her shattered like glass.

Her hands twitched.

A soft whimper left her lips as the blade twisted once.

[Player Yora has been defeated.]

Allen didn’t even watch her body fall. He just let it drop like garbage tossed from a cart.

Then turned back toward Caelum.

The paladin was already on his feet again—barely. His breathing was ragged, blood dripping down one temple. His shield was gone, sword chipped, and armor cracked at the chest.

But he was standing.

And Allen smiled again.

“Good. I hate when they die too fast.”

Caelum raised his sword and charged without a word.

Allen met him in kind—sprinting now, blade flashing in the dim crimson light of the dungeon’s burning veins.

Steel clashed.

Hard.

Over and over again.

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