Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives



Villain Ch 183. Savior

It didn't end there. The battlefield was a symphony of chaos and destruction as Allen and the girls descended from the skies once again, their presence casting a dark shadow over the remaining players.

With deadly grace, they engaged in close combat, their weapons slicing through flesh and bone with ruthless precision. Each strike was a macabre dance, an expression of their twisted pleasure in the art of killing.

Allen, in particular, reveled in the carnage. His movements were fluid and wicked, his every action calculated to inflict maximum pain and suffering.

With a sadistic smile on his face, he delighted in the screams of his victims, his laughter a haunting soundtrack to their demise. Blood splattered across his character's hands, staining his once pristine appearance with the mark of his brutality.

The players, now disoriented and overwhelmed, fought desperately for survival. Some attempted to rally their allies, calling out commands in a last-ditch effort to regain control. Others succumbed to fear, their bodies trembling as they faced the embodiment of their nightmares.

But as the battle raged on, the countdown reached its final seconds. The digital world shuddered with a surge of energy, a visual reminder that time was running out. Zero.

[Time remaining 00:00]

[The devil emperor wins! The monsters will be roaming inside Ront City for an hour!]

A surge of dark energy emanated from the evil tower, crackling with malevolent power. The once imposing structure trembled under the weight of the encroaching darkness, its foundations weakening. With a deafening roar, the tower erupted, shattering into countless fragments that scattered across the city.

From within the broken remnants of the tower, a horde of monstrous creatures emerged, their eyes gleaming with a feral hunger. Like a floodgate unleashed, they poured into the streets.

In the midst of the ensuing pandemonium, a swirling vortex of dark aura enveloped the devil emperor and his subordinates. The malevolent energy coiled around them, pulling them away from the city's epicenter. Their forms flickered and distorted as they were forcibly transported to a different place, banished from the chaos they had unleashed.

Another announcement appeared.

[The event has ended! Thank you for participating! We will teleport all participants back to Ront City's gate!]

Then what they all saw was the loading screen.

Once the loading screen dissipated, the players found themselves standing before the imposing gates of Ront City.

The cityscape had returned to its original state, with the buildings restored to their former glory. But something was off. The NPCs that usually went about their daily routines were now frozen in place, their expressions etched with fear and anxiety, including Thera.

The sky above the city was shrouded in darkness as if a perpetual night had descended upon the land. It was an unsettling sight, reminiscent of the ominous atmosphere that had prevailed during the previous event. Despite the players' expectations that the ordeal was over, it seemed that the darkness still clung to the realm, refusing to dissipate.

[Congratulations! All participants will get 2X EXP for 2 hours!]

[The next event will take place in 30 minutes at Eyon Village!]

The low-level monsters that had once been vanquished during their previous battles now roamed freely through the city streets. The sight was nothing short of irritating for the weary players as the incessant presence of these pesky monsters interrupted their moments of rest or attempts to heal their wounds.

With determination in their eyes, the players faced the swarming low-level monsters head-on, even though their HP and MP points were significantly depleted from the previous battle. The tanks bravely stepped forward, wielding their mighty weapons and drawing the attention of the monsters, while the DPS classes unleashed their devastating attacks, determined to eliminate the nuisances that impeded their rest.

The healers, however, faced a daunting challenge. Their Mana reserves were rapidly depleting as they tirelessly cast healing spells to keep the tanks and DPS classes alive. The strain of continuous healing without sufficient time to recover was taking its toll on their resources. Some healers found themselves reaching the limits of their abilities, desperately trying to heal their comrades with the little Mana they had left.

The situation became even more precarious as the low-level monsters, though individually weak, seemed to multiply and swarm in greater numbers. They flooded the streets, blocking the gates of Ront City and preventing the players from making their way to Ilude Town or even teleporting out of this city. The players had no choice but to fight their way through, carving a path with their weapons and spells.

In a moment of despair, when it seemed like all hope was lost, a glimmer of hope emerged at the gates of Ront City. A guild had arrived to lend their aid. Led by Mac, a seasoned swordsman with gleaming armor, the guild members stood tall, ready to face the horde of monsters.

"Leave them to us! And leave this city immediately!" Mac's voice boomed with authority, instilling a sense of reassurance in the hearts of the beleaguered players. With a swift motion, he unsheathed his sword, its blade shimmering in the dim light.

The guild members swiftly spread out, each finding their own opponents among the swarming monsters. With a display of strength and coordination, they engaged the creatures in fierce combat. Swords clashed, spells were cast, and arrows soared through the air as the guild members unleashed their power upon the enemy.

The devastated players wasted no time in seizing the opportunity to escape the city. They followed Mac's command, making a hasty retreat through the gate, their footsteps quick and urgent. Some opted to use their teleportation abilities to travel to other cities, seeking temporary respite from the chaos. But the majority chose to join the exodus to Ilude Town.

The guild's assistance didn't stop at just clearing the path and providing a safe escape. As the players fled, the healers moved with unwavering determination, their eyes scanning the crowd for those in need of urgent care.

With practiced hands, they administered healing spells, their magic weaving through the air and enveloping the injured players. The effect was immediate, as wounds began to close, fractures mended, and pain subsided.

Yora, the standout healer in the guild, was a beacon of light amidst the chaos. She moved with grace and purpose, her gentle eyes filled with compassion and determination. She had always been known for her dedication to helping other players, and now, in the aftermath of the battle against the devil emperor, her talents shone brighter than ever. Her caring attitude was like a sweet oasis after the devastating battle.

Without hesitation, Yora rushed to the aid of the injured players, her healing magic flowing effortlessly from her fingertips. Her touch was like a balm, easing their pain and bringing comfort to their weary bodies. Her soothing voice resonated with kindness as she assured them that they were safe now.