Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

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The moment they turned the corner deeper into the Glass Maw, they saw them—another raid party. Then two more. One was mid-fight with mobs. The other two? Not even pretending.

They turned on Allen’s group like predators who thought they had just found prey.

Big mistake.

Allen smiled.

Then laughed.

It wasn’t a chuckle. It wasn’t cocky or amused.

It was cruel. Cold. Deep.

A full-bodied, echoing, twisted laugh that bounced off the dungeon walls and made half the incoming players hesitate mid-cast.

“Ready,” he whispered, as obsidian energy burst from under his boots. The floor cracked beneath him like it was rejecting reality.

‘Demonic Aura.’

[Your attack and defense have increased by 250%]

[You have decreased enemies’ attack and defense by 50% within a 10-meter radius]

[Countdown: 15:00]

The atmosphere changed. Thickened. Darkened.

The faint scent of iron and mana turned into rot, smoke, and something worse—a demonic scent that made unprepared players retch mid-buff.

He raised his hand.

“Hellfire Rain.”

The ceiling above them pulsed—runes igniting in a fiery crimson burst.

Then it began.

Bolts of screaming hellfire rained down on the first party. Not fireballs. Screaming skulls of flame, wailing like tormented souls as they slammed into the clustered team.

They didn’t dodge. They couldn’t.

Too close.

Too many.

Too late.

[Critical Hit!]

[Player SwiftStar has been defeated.]

[Player NymariTheWise has been defeated.]

[Player KuroTankX has been defeated.]

Screams. Chimes. Particle bursts.

Larissa darted forward like a living blade of death, her cloak dissolving into blood mist.

“Bat Swarm.”

A tornado of shrieking crimson bats exploded from her form, crashing into a shield line and bypassing their barriers entirely. Blood sprayed. Someone screamed as their limbs spasmed—drained from within.

She landed behind them.

“Blood Siphon.”

Their priest twitched violently. His blood flowed upward into Larissa’s mouth in thick red strings.

His knees hit the floor.

She sliced his throat open with two claws.

[Player LightHarbor has been defeated.]

The rest started to panic.

“Fall back!” one yelled.

“Use the scroll—!”

But they were already too slow.

Because Allen had moved.

One step.

Then another.

Then he vanished—only to reappear midair, directly above them, cloak snapping like a torn banner in a windstorm.

A single flash of light burst from his palm.

His signature sword materialized in his hand—pitch-black, serrated along the edge, carved with infernal runes that pulsed with raw hunger. It wasn’t just forged from darkness. It was darkness. Alive. Writhing. Screaming.

He descended like a meteor.

And when he hit?

The ground cracked. No—split.

“ABYSS SHATTER.”

The force of the impact exploded in a circular blast, runes igniting beneath the players’ feet. The ones closest didn’t even scream. Their bodies folded inward—helmets snapping, shields breaking, organs liquefying inside their meta gear.

[Player WindPiercer has been defeated.]

[Player AetherSniper has been defeated.]

[Player Virex has been defeated.]

[Player DeathDreamer has been defeated.]

The explosion didn’t just tear through armor.

It ripped morale to shreds.

A few survivors scrambled back, desperately casting movement spells. Allen walked through them like a phantom of war, his sword dragging behind him with a faint screech, sparking against the obsidian floor.

He raised it.

Then blurred forward.

The first mage didn’t have time to blink.

The sword carved through him shoulder to hip—splitting the air, armor, and soul with the same vicious ease.

[Player ArcKite has been defeated.]

The scream hadn’t even faded when Allen pivoted on one heel and threw his offhand forward.

“Demonic Lances.”

Fifty spears of abyssal energy launched in a spread—like a shotgun blast of hell.

They tore through the group’s backline.

[Player LightHarbor has been defeated.]

[Player CryoSage has been defeated.]

[Player ThornBard has been defeated.]

[Player UnholyMittens has been defeated.]

He didn’t wait for the chimes.

Didn’t savor the kill.

He dived in.

Spun.

His blade sang as it tore through another fighter’s shield arm, then backhanded through his jaw. Blood sprayed across Allen’s cheek. His eyes didn’t even twitch.

One swipe. Two corpses.

[Player Greymourn has been defeated.]

[Player DuelerXx has been defeated.]

The world narrowed. Not a battlefield. Not a dungeon.

A killzone.

And he was everything in it.

Fire sparked behind him—Bella’s work. Ice cracked and wind howled—Shea somewhere above.

But Allen didn’t look back.

Didn’t speak.

His sword lifted again, blade glowing as if it wanted more. And it got more.

A rogue teleported behind him, twin daggers aimed at his spine.

Allen ducked—barely—and spun into a reverse grip slash that beheaded him clean.

The body stayed standing for half a second before collapsing.

[Player ShadowSlicer has been defeated.]

He caught a glimpse of the next raid squad charging down the hall. Reinforcements.

One of them yelled, “IT’S THE DEVIL EMPEROR!”

Allen grinned.

“Dark Storm.”

Lightning and black wind howled out of him—like a storm was erupting from his very soul. The shadows whipped through the front ranks—shredding flesh, boiling mana cores, twisting limbs.

[Player MegaNovaMan has been defeated.]

[Player StarSeer4 has been defeated.]

[Player QueenieQueen has been defeated.]

He used the surge to leap forward. One flash-step.

Then another.

Then his sword swept in a savage, horizontal arc.

A tank blocked it with both arms—and lost both arms.

Allen grabbed the screaming man by the neck and slammed him into the dungeon wall hard enough to leave a crater.

Then dragged him down.

Then kicked him into a jagged crystal spike.

[Player HolyJustice7 has been defeated.]

He didn’t check the chat.

Didn’t care.

Only blood mattered.

Only the hunt.

A flare of blue behind him—Larissa’s bats.

A shriek of laughter to the right—Vivian.

Explosions. Tentacles. Whips.

His team was here. And they were tearing the rest apart.

But right now?

The center of it all was him.

He raised his hand again, eyes narrowing as another squad flanked wide, trying to bait him.

“Stone Curse .”

A wave of energy rippled out—stone tendrils wrapping around their legs, turning movement into statuesque death.

He walked through them.

Shattered them one by one like brittle clay.

[Player BunnyMage has been defeated.]

[Player DaggerMonk has been defeated.]

[Player Rainie has been defeated.]

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