Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1677: Reliquary Vault [Part 2]

Villain Ch 1677. Reliquary Vault [Part 2]

The air felt heavier here—like it hadn’t been breathed for centuries. The walls were lined with dark oil paintings, each more cursed than the last. Images of martyrdom. Saints bound in barbed wire halos. Angels weeping tears of gold while their wings were burnt mid-air. One recurring figure appeared in every canvas, always looming at the center: an armored priest-king with outstretched hands, holding chains.

Chains that bound a pale girl to a cracked stone altar, her eyes wide, pleading. The detail was too good. Too real. Too… intentional.

Allen’s jaw flexed. The artistry wasn’t just disturbing—it was specific. It wasn’t art. It was memory. Ritual. Obsession painted into permanence.

“What is that?” he asked, his voice low.

Larissa stepped up beside him, her crimson eyes scanning the murals. She didn’t blink.

She tilted her head. “Looks like a mystery.”

“Maybe this place quest,” she muttered.

Allen sighed. “Beats me. But it smells like a trap.”

The floor beneath them groaned again—deep, mechanical, like an ancient machine turning for the first time in decades.

-CLUNK!

The sound came from behind the altar. Not sharp. Not violent. Just… final. Like a vault being unsealed.

Allen instinctively raised a hand. Mana curled around his fingers in oily strands.

From the shadows behind the pulpit, something moved.

No, stepped.

One foot. Then another. Heavy. Metallic. Unnatural.

The Gilded Warden.

But not the one they saw earlier.

This version had changed—mutated.

Reassembled from the broken shell Allen had spotted earlier, but its joints were spliced with holy wire, like divine tendons pulled too tight. Its helmet had grown twisted halos—three of them, rotating slowly like orbiting curses. Its arms had been reforged into brutal cathedral bell hammers, complete with cracks that glowed like molten light. And at its chest: a visible mana core, flickering violently. Not warm. Not golden.

Sanctified malice.

The system chimed.

[Warning: Mini-Boss — Gilded Warden (Level 235) has activated.]

[Field Modifier: Cathedral Sync — All demon-type and vampire-type skills suffer -25% effectiveness. Holy-type enemies gain +30% defense. Reflect shields active.]

Allen squinted. “Of course. Of freaking course.”

The Warden’s gears clicked once. Then again. It didn’t move to attack immediately.

Instead, it looked.

Not at Allen.

At Larissa.

“…Bride,” it said. The voice was metallic. Glorious. Wrong. Like a choir singing through a broken radio.

Larissa flinched. Her lips curled. “Ew. Who are you.”

“You belong to this place,” it said with almost reverent finality.

Allen moved in front of her immediately. “No, she doesn’t.”

The Warden raised its hammer.

Allen didn’t wait.

“Abyss Shatter.”

He slammed his palm into the floor.

The marble cracked, black fissures spiraling outward in jagged lines. A surge of abyssal energy erupted from beneath the Warden like an explosion of obsidian lightning, slamming into its chest and sending the creature skidding backward through the broken pews.

[Enemy Defense -30% for 10 seconds]

“Go!” he shouted.

Larissa didn’t hesitate.

“Crimson Wave!”

Blood burst from her fingertips in a tidal arc, slashing across the Warden’s chest. The cursed energy hit—then bounced, reflecting off one of the haloed shields and slamming into a side pillar. The stone cracked with a violent hiss.

“Careful!” Allen barked. “Shields rotate!”

“Figured,” she snarled, her pupils thin with bloodlust. “Try not to get hit.”

The Warden charged.

It moved faster than it looked capable of. Gears howled. Chains rattled. Its hammers rose like twin comets—

Allen flicked his wrist.

“Void Mirage.”

A shadow-double blinked into existence beside him, then darted left. One hammer came down—

-BOOM!

The double exploded in a burst of black light.

In that split-second of impact, Allen teleported behind the Warden.

“Demonic Lances.”

A barrage of spears made of burning abyssal fire formed midair and hurled forward like a hellstorm.

The Warden reeled as fifty glowing lances pierced through its back, some melting through joints, others cracking the iron plating wide open. It staggered.

Larissa was already moving again. Her claws gleamed red.

“Blood Siphon.”

She slammed her hand into the exposed chest cavity, drawing pulses of holy-tainted mana directly into her veins. Her body trembled—like the energy burned—but she held on.

Then the Warden’s hand snapped upward.

Too fast.

It grabbed her throat.

Hard.

Her feet lifted off the ground.

“Mine,” it hissed.

Larissa choked, her legs kicking.

Allen’s brain short-circuited for half a second. Rage surged.

“Let. Her. Go!”

He activated Telekinesis Blast, yanking Larissa free and hurling her backwards. She hit the ground behind the altar with a grunt, rolling safely.

Then he raised his arm.

“Dark Storm.”

A swirling column of infernal wind and black lightning tore up from beneath the Warden’s face, hammering into it like a vertical cyclone. Sparks exploded. One of its halo rings cracked.

The Warden screeched.

[Phase 2 Initiated – Retribution Protocols]

The floor beneath them lit up—glyphs.

Sanctified ones.

“Oh hell no—” Allen muttered, grabbing Larissa and throwing them both behind the altar.

He didn’t even think—he just activated Barrier.

The room went white.

-BOOOOOOM!

Heat. Light. Pressure. Like being at ground zero of a solar flare.

Allen gritted his teeth and held the barrier. It cracked, groaning under divine energy, but didn’t break.

When the blast ended, silence fell.

Only the faint sound of hissing marble and burning air remained.

Larissa lay beside him, coughing. She was shaking. Her pupils were wide.

“…Thanks,” she whispered.

Allen exhaled slowly, eyes still on the battlefield. “Later.”

[Status Update: Gilded Warden — Phase 2 Active]

[Dark Magic: Ineffective]

[Holy Armor Reinforced. Reflect Shields Enhanced. Physical Attacks Only]

[Additional Mutation Detected: Sanctified Tentacle Appendages Online]

A slithering sound echoed.

Behind the Warden, glowing tentacles unfurled like divine whips—six of them, flickering with golden script and lined with hook-like tips.

“Oh great,” Allen muttered. “Tentacles. Because this day wasn’t already violating enough.”

Larissa pulled herself up beside him. Her claws dripped red, and she was breathing hard, but her eyes sparkled.

“…Okay,” she said, “kinda flattered.”

Allen gave her a look.

She grinned, fangs showing. “What? Not every day I get worshipped by a deranged church Roomba.”

The Warden raised both hammer arms again and pointed at Allen this time.

“Defiler.”

Allen’s grin was slow. Dark.

His eyes glowed red.

“Let’s finish this bastard.”

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