Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1676: Reliquary Vault [Part 1]

Villain Ch 1676. Reliquary Vault [Part 1]

-Boom!

The light detonated midair. Meanwhile, Allen soared above it, slammed his palm down on a floating construct— and whispered, “Soul Siphon.”

The thing twitched, its light dimmed, and he launched it like a cannonball into another Paladrone’s core.

Behind him, Zoe let out a scream. “Leviathan’s Rage!”

A surge of water exploded down the hallway, soaking the golden vines and washing half the enemies into a puddle of sizzling steam.

The remaining enemies rallied. One glowed, raising its arms.

“Tornado Dive!” Shea chanted.

She leapt, slicing downward with a flash of wind and metal wings, shredding the glowing one mid-cast.

[Enemy Defeated: Paladrone x4]

[EXP +120,000]

[You recieved Radiant Circuitry 3 ea, Blessed Alloy 1 ea, Paladrone Core Fragment 1 ea]

Allen wiped blood off his cheek as the air settled.

Jane was sitting on a bench now, drawing a pentagram on the floor lazily. “So. We agree. This place is awful.”

“Yes,” Alice said. “But the loot’s probably great.”

Larissa peeked into a side corridor, licking dried blood from her claw. “Also, the ambient despair here is kinda sexy.”

“Please don’t say that while looking at me,” Allen muttered.

She winked. “No promises.”

They took a quick breather.

Allen leaned against a half-crushed confession booth. “We’re still on the first floor.”

Bella flopped beside him, her tail curling over his knee. “We’re still alive. That’s worth celebrating.”

“We’ve fought ten mobs total,” he deadpanned.

“I don’t set high bars.”

Zoe stretched her arms. “Well. At least I’m getting exercise. This place is so narrow it’s like crawling through a steampunk blender.”

Vivian flicked her hair and adjusted her whip’s handle. “And yet you still flirt.”

“I’m cursed. You knew this.”

Allen stood. His voice dropped into that low, commanding hum that meant ’get ready, because I’m not repeating this twice.’

“Next wing is the Reliquary Vault. Expect a miniboss.”

“What’s the miniboss?” Jane asked, brushing dust off her robes as the team stopped at a massive brass-plated door.

Allen shrugged, eyes scanning the cracked archway overhead. “Could be the Chainsaint. Or the Gilded Warden. RNG is feeling kinky today.”

A chorus of groans followed.

Vivian leaned lazily against the cold wall, her whip curled like a smug pet around her waist. “Not the Warden.”

Zoe tilted her head. “I wouldn’t mind the Warden. Tentacle envy, honestly.”

Bella blinked. “Is that a thing?”

Allen didn’t answer. His eyes were locked on the vault’s seal—a mix of holy and mechanical glyphs etched into cracked marble, glowing faintly like a dying star. The corridor behind them was silent. Too silent.

He frowned. “This dungeon’s supposed to have mob packs every corridor. But we’ve had maybe two or three fights since we get in.”

Shea fluttered down from the rafters. “Maybe someone cleared ahead of us?”

“No battle residue,” Jane muttered. “I’ve been checking.”

“Could be a trap,” Allen said flatly. “Or…”

“Or?” Larissa pressed, standing close to his side now.

“Or something’s letting us through.”

The temperature dipped. Not physically—but emotionally. The type of chill you feel when the game itself starts playing you.

Alice stepped forward and extended a palm toward the sealed vault. “Permission to blow the door off and deal with whatever’s inside?”

Allen snorted. “Permission denied. Let’s do it properly.”

They moved in formation. Barrier spells flickered to life.

Zoe slithered her water around the corners like searching hands.

Jane’s undead skittered forward in a bone-clicking scout pattern.

Larissa stepped closer to Allen, her crimson eyes distant.

The Reliquary Vault opened with a deep groan—like a cathedral breathing out one last, sanctified breath.

Inside… was not what they expected.

No roaring enemies.

No patrols.

No mini-boss lounging on a throne of corpses.

Instead, the interior was cathedralic and monolithic—miles of worn pews scattered like collapsed dominoes, shattered stained glass windows letting in filtered light that shimmered off thick dust motes. Massive bronze gears protruded from the walls at odd angles, like the fortress had tried to birth a machine god and failed halfway through.

At the center was a raised platform, surrounded by fractured statues of long-forgotten saints. An inactive divine-mechanical knight stood slumped, its gold-and-iron plating dulled with time. Allen narrowed his eyes.

“The Gilded Warden,” he whispered. “But it’s… powered down.”

“That’s not creepy at all,” Bella muttered, flexing her fingers for magic.

Vivian tapped her heel on the stone floor. “Is this the part where we poke it and it screams biblical nonsense?”

“Careful,” Allen warned. “Last time I poked something in a dungeon, it turned into a boss fight and a side quest involving a possessed nun.”

“…That was a fun day,” Jane grinned.

Allen approached the center, each step echoing in the stillness. His boots scraped against runes barely visible beneath the grime.

“Trap rune,” he muttered. “Old one.”

He turned around to warn the others—too late.

A chime rang through the air.

[System Alert: Hidden Phase Triggered — Sanctified Partition Seal Activated]

[Warning: Dimensional Isolation in Progress. Teleportation Disabled. Spellcasting Delay: +1.5s. Loadout Restriction: 50% Effectiveness for Demon-Affinity Magic]

[Countdown Initiated: 30 Minutes Until Reset]

Then the entire room shifted.

Blinding light pulsed from the floor, and before anyone could move, chains of radiant energy burst upward—segmenting the chamber into three slices. Magic buzzed violently, nullifying teleportation and rendering half their spells inert.

Allen staggered forward instinctively as the floor beneath Larissa gave way slightly.

A portal—no, not a portal—a phase shift.

“Shit—Larissa!”

She reached out just as he did, their hands catching—and the world fractured.

Allen crashed hard into cold marble, his back screaming. He rolled to his feet, instantly checking his HUD. System said he was still in the Vault, but isolated. Spell restrictions active.

A groan echoed nearby.

Larissa.

She was sprawled against a broken prayer stand, red hair fanned across the dust like blood. She sat up slowly, dazed, her fangs bared by reflex.

“You good?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she rasped. “Where the hell are we?”

Allen turned slowly. The chamber they’d landed in was still a cathedral… but deeper. Older.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!