Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1620. Beautiful Carnage

A juggernaut leapt at him.

Allen caught its weapon mid-swing, crushed its wrist, and beheaded it in the same motion.

Another screamed.

Allen slammed a foot into its chest, sent it flying backward into Bella’s explosion, and laughed.

The kind of laugh that echoed louder than the chaos.

And the girls heard it.

Felt it.

And it pushed them.

The fight devolved into something more primal. More unhinged.

They weren’t just clearing.

They were competing again.

Each one trying to kill better than the last.

Each spell sharper.

Each move sexier.

Shea sliced a flaming beast’s arm clean off, flipped over its back, and stabbed it through the spine—then licked her lip and blew Allen a kiss.

Vivian stabbed a reaver through the heart and dragged its corpse by the hair toward Allen’s feet.

“Gift~”

Alice popped beside him. “Mine was bigger.”

Zoe threw an entire corpse at their feet. “Mine screamed longer.”

Jane laughed. “Mine begged.”

Allen just stood there.

Covered in blood. Half smiling. Half glowing.

He was feeling it.

This madness. This adrenaline. This beautiful carnage.

He tilted his head back and let out a breathless, twisted chuckle.

“You’re spoiling me,” he said softly.

Bella walked past him, slow and elegant. “That’s the point.”

Finally, after wave after wave—after the whole room looked like a battlefield painted by devils and lit by fire—they reached the final platform.

A gate stood ahead.

Cracked and glowing.

Breathing like a lung.

[Final Chamber Detected – Enhanced Forge Core Active]

[Boss Spawn: Mol’Drath, the Forged Tyrant – Level 260+]

[Loot Modifier: x6 – Pale Heart Drop Guaranteed]

[Memory Mark Detected – Boss has witnessed your slaughter]

The gate roared.

Chains cracked.

A massive, burning shadow moved behind it.

And Allen?

He smiled.

That slow, cold smile that said only one thing.

This was going to be fun.

The final gate creaked open—no dramatic explosion, no fiery roar—just a slow, agonizing grind of stone against itself, like the dungeon was dragging open a coffin that didn’t want to be disturbed.

A wave of heat washed over them. Dry. Metallic. Sharp, like breathing in scorched chainmail.

And they stepped in.

The boss room wasn’t what they expected.

No lava pits. No towering inferno. No jagged rocks waiting to collapse.

Just… glass.

Smooth. Gleaming. Endless.

Black and crimson panes stretched from wall to wall beneath their feet, each tile humming faintly with mana pulses. It was too clean. Too reflective. Like walking across a divine mirror cursed by something far too ancient to name.

The ceiling was high and domed, also made of glass—but it shimmered like a spiderweb spun from fractured light. Mana streaks floated inside the dome like veins in a living body.

Bella took one step forward, boots echoing unnaturally loud.

“I don’t like this.”

“I do,” Allen said, his boots clicking behind her.

Jane ran her fingers across one of the glass tiles. “It’s not real glass. It’s soul-tempered. Alchemical. If someone dies here, their blood won’t just stain it—it’ll bond with it.”

She smiled. “Romantic,” she sneered.

Vivian spun in a slow circle, twirling her whip in lazy loops. “Still… no traps?” she frowned.

“Not the kind we can see,” Zoe muttered, her hair already pulsing with tension.

Shea flared her wings open slightly. “Something’s off.”

That’s when the lights began to shift.

A pulse echoed across the room—deep, slow, almost like a heartbeat. The center tile glowed bright red. Then the ones around it. Then the next layer. One by one, the tiles lit in a circular wave until the whole arena pulsed beneath their feet.

[System Alert – Final Arena: Mirror Crucible]

[Mechanics Active – Reflective Sync, Memory Loop, Target Lock Phasing]

[Warning – Damage Reflection Mechanics Engaged: Avoid Repetitive Patterns]

[Blood Signature Detected – Your slaughter has enhanced the boss’s aggression]

And then it happened.

The tiles split.

Not shattered—parted like doors.

And from below, something rose.

Heavy metal scraped the glass. Massive armored plates glinted with infernal fire. Its body was layered in forged obsidian and molten gold, steam hissing from every crack in its shell. Broad shoulders. A twisted lion’s helm. One arm ended in a blacksmith’s hammer the size of a coffin, the other in a clawed gauntlet made of twisting, interlocking blades.

Its eyes weren’t red.

They were white-hot, glowing with pure furnace rage.

Mol’Drath, the Forged Tyrant (Boss) <Lv. 262>

Core Stability: Shifting

The ground shuddered with each step it took.

Bella muttered, “Okay. I take back what I said. I really don’t like this.”

The moment Mol’Drath’s full frame breached the floor, it roared. Not a bestial sound—a metallic blast, like a thousand anvils being slammed at once. The sound vibrated through their bones.

Then it charged.

Not toward Allen.

Toward the girls.

“Scatter!” Zoe shouted, already leaping left.

But Jane was closest. Her hand went up to cast Bone Wall—but she wasn’t fast enough.

The boss raised its hammer and brought it down in a blur of impossible weight.

Too fast.

Too brutal.

But it never landed.

Because Allen moved.

His body blinked forward like a shadow tearing through reality.

‘Shadow Step.’

He slammed into Mol’Drath from the side, shoulder-first, with a burst of black lightning crackling around his aura.

‘Telekinesis Blast.’

The impact was violent.

The glass beneath them cracked—a spiderweb of glowing red fractures spreading outward.

Mol’Drath stumbled. Its hammer arm swerved sideways, smashing harmlessly into the floor.

The boss grunted—a deep, metal-on-metal sound like a god cursing in a forgotten tongue.

Allen didn’t give it time to recover.

He pivoted on one foot, slammed both hands forward, and released a full-force impact of his blade.

The boss lifted—just for a second—and slammed into the side of the arena.

The glass shattered where it landed.

Steam hissed from its back. Bits of plating bent inward. It wasn’t a kill. Not even close. But it hurt.

[Critical Hit!]

The girls stood in awe for a heartbeat.

Then snapped into motion.

“Mechanics are active!” Zoe called out. “Avoid mirrored attacks—don’t repeat patterns!”

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