Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 642. Barricades

Once Mei Ling’s command echoed through the eerie silence, the Undead Emperor let out another bone-chilling shriek. It was like a grim directive, and with a swift motion, the line of ghostly hunters raised their spectral bows, arrows shimmering with ethereal energy before hurtling toward their targets.

Meanwhile, behind them, the ranks of ghostly magic users began to weave intricate incantations, conjuring flames that danced with dark malevolent intent. Fire magic surged forth, aimed squarely at the city’s magic shield, intent on rending it asunder.

In such dire circumstances, the front lines bore the brunt of the assault, their bodies mere fodder for the merciless onslaught. Retreat seemed an enticing option, yet the twisted dance of fate rendered it unattainable. The enemy’s advance was relentless, a relentless tide that threatened to engulf all in its path.

But the dangers weren’t solely physical. If the front lines pushed forward, the healers’ skills were unable to reach those in dire need of succor.

"Alright, team! Let’s do this! Hunters, Mages, it’s showtime!" Warlord and Arcana’s voices boomed, a mix of determination and urgency ringing through the air.

The ranged players sprang into action, their movements swift and coordinated. The Hunters notched their arrows, drawing back their bows with practiced ease, while the Mages began to weave intricate spells, hands alight with arcane energy.

As the first wave of monsters’ attack surged forward, the players unleashed their attacks with precision timing. Fireballs streaked through the air, leaving trails of blazing light in their wake, while arrows whistled through the sky, seeking out their targets with unerring accuracy.

The clash of magic and steel filled the air, the sound of spells colliding, echoing across the battlefield. Explosions erupted in bursts of fiery brilliance, illuminating the sky with bursts of vibrant color.

Amidst the chaos of battle, the front line braced itself as arrows rained down like a deadly hailstorm, accompanied by bursts of fiery magic that threatened to engulf them. The tanks, their shields raised high, bore the brunt of the onslaught, the impact reverberating through their armor with each strike.

It was a relentless assault, pushing them to their limits as they struggled to maintain their ground.

"Keep those shields up!" Elio bellowed, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of battle. Gripping his reins tightly, he surveyed the scene before him, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. Every fiber of his being screamed for retreat, for a chance to regroup and reassess their strategy. But the thought of abandoning his comrades to the mercy of their foes left a bitter taste in his mouth.

As he weighed his options, Elio couldn’t help but wonder about Sophia’s silence. Why hadn’t she issued any orders for the healers to erect a protective barrier.

"Healers, barriers!" Father Alex’s voice cut through the chaos like a beacon of hope, rallying the troops with his commanding presence. Sophia was supposed to lead the Order of Valiance’s healers, but it was Father Alex and the Celestial Vanguard guild who stepped up to save the day.

Transparent barriers materialized before the tank ranks, a shimmering shield of protection against the onslaught of arrows and magic. Elio felt a surge of relief wash over him as the barriers absorbed the incoming attacks, sparing them from certain doom.

But even as the immediate threat was neutralized, Elio knew they couldn’t afford to stay put. They couldn’t become sitting ducks, waiting for the enemy to close in and pick them off one by one. The enemy remained ominously still, a silent threat lurking in the shadows.

"Alright, listen up, everyone!" Elio’s voice rang out, cutting through the tension like a knife. "We need to shake things up. Disperse!"

With a sweeping gesture, he motioned for the troops to split up, heading in opposite directions. It was an unconventional move, one that wasn’t part of their original plan, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

A momentary confusion flickered across the faces of the tank ranks. They exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of what to make of this sudden change in strategy. But before long, determination replaced their confusion as they understood the urgency of the situation. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Disperse!" Elio reiterated, his voice ringing out with unwavering conviction. Once again, he gestured with both hands, signaling for them to split in opposite directions. With a collective understanding, the tanks sprang into action, their mounts kicking into gear as they followed Elio’s lead.

In a flurry of movement, the tank ranks swiftly split apart, parting ways and creating a gap in the previously solid formation. The maneuver was executed with precision, each soldier knowing their role and reacting accordingly. Elio watched with a mixture of relief and apprehension as his plan unfolded before his eyes.

But their respite was short-lived. As the tanks dispersed, the barrier shattered under the enemy’s renewed assault. Arrows and spells once again rained down upon them, but this time, the impact was less devastating. Thanks to their quick thinking and swift action, the majority of the attacks missed their mark, crashing harmlessly into the ground and creating massive explosions in their wake.

The dust settled and the echoes of the explosions faded, a sense of grim satisfaction washed over Elio. Their gamble had paid off, at least for now. But there was no time to celebrate. The battle raged on, and they still had a long road ahead of them. With renewed determination, Elio spurred his mount forward, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The chaos on the battlefield reached a fever pitch as the horde of ghost monsters closed in on Elio and his comrades. Arrows whistled through the air, spells crackled with dark energy, and the ground trembled beneath the relentless advance of their foes. Amidst the turmoil, uncertainty hung thick in the air, and Elio knew that they couldn’t continue on like this.

"What should we do now?" one of the tanks shouted over the din of battle, desperation lacing his voice.

Elio surveyed the scene before him, his mind racing as he searched for a solution amidst the chaos. Finally, with a sense of grim determination, he raised his voice above the clamor.

"We will attack from two directions," Elio declared, his words carrying a steely resolve. "The right will go first as a distraction, the left will follow as the main attacker. Paladin is in front and prepares shields to protect yourself!"

His impromptu plan laid out, Elio could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. There was no guarantee of success, but they had to try something. With a deep breath, he watched as his comrades prepared themselves for the daring assault.

The soldiers hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. But in the face of overwhelming odds, they knew they had no choice but to trust in Elio’s leadership. With a shared nod of understanding, they rallied around their commander, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

The plan was set into motion, the tanks moved with purpose, their movements synchronized in a dance of desperation and determination. The right flank surged forward, drawing the attention of the enemy with a flurry of movement and noise.

Meanwhile, on the left flank, the main attack force prepared to follow suit. The tension in the air was palpable as they awaited Elio’s command to charge. Shields raised and hearts pounding, they braced themselves for the onslaught to come.

"Charge!" Elio’s voice cut through the chaos, a rallying cry that echoed across the battlefield. With a roar of defiance, the soldiers surged forward, their mounts’ footsteps thundering against the ground as they barreled towards their enemies.

It was a reckless gambit, charging headlong into the heart of the enemy’s forces. Fear gnawed at the edges of their minds, whispering doubts and uncertainties. But in that moment, all they could do was push forward, driven by a fierce determination to overcome the odds stacked against them.

On the city walls, the ranged players peered down at the chaotic scene unfolding below. Confusion clouded their expressions as they watched the tank ranks split and charge in different directions.

"What are they doing?" one of the hunters exclaimed, his brow furrowed in perplexity.

Arcana, standing beside him, observed the unfolding events with a keen eye. Quickly, he caught sight of Elio’s strategy.

"They intend to attack from two directions," he murmured to himself, piecing together Elio’s plan. With a swift decision, he raised his voice to be heard above the din of battle.

"Hunters, protect the tanks!" Arcana’s command cut through the chaos, his tone leaving no room for argument. It was a simple directive, but one that carried immense weight in the heat of battle.

The hunters, recognizing the urgency of the situation, sprang into action without hesitation. Arrows loosed from their bows with deadly accuracy, seeking out any enemies that dared to approach the tanks. Their movements were swift and coordinated.

Meanwhile, on the ground below, the tanks pressed forward with unwavering determination. Shields raised and swords at the ready, they charged towards their enemies with a ferocity born of desperation.

But amidst the chaos, a sense of unity began to emerge. The combined efforts of the ranged and melee players created a wall of defense, pushing back against the relentless tide of darkness.