Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1702: Court of Monsters

Villain Ch 1702. Court of Monsters

“Punishment,” Jane added, her voice like velvet laced with venom as she raised a hand. “And now he thinks he can tank us?”

“I kinda want his hands broken,” Zoe said cheerfully, flexing her claws. “I hate a healer who is actually good.”

Alex didn’t flinch. His breath was sharp, steady—he was restless, not scared. His fingers kept moving, pre-casting even as undead claws clawed toward his ankles.

“If you’re going to do something,” he said, “do it fast.”

Before Larissa could drain him, a flash of gold slammed down from above.

-CLANG!

Arcana’s radiant sword met her blood-tipped claws in an explosion of divine force.

“Touch him,” Arcana growled, his eyes locked onto Larissa’s fangs, “and I’ll purge all of you.”

“Oh?” Larissa licked her lips slowly. “Do it slowly, then.”

Before Arcana could answer, tentacles lashed out from the side—Zoe’s.

They wrapped around his right arm and flung him across the field with a bone-snapping twist.

-CRACK!

His form slammed into a tree with a grunt.

Bella, not missing the beat, cast Thunderbolt, catching him midair. He hit the ground smoking.

“Go for the priest again!” Shea yelled from above, diving toward a player trying to resummon a barrier wall.

Jane’s skeletal hands surged from the ground again—Undead Grasp, this time stronger, angrier. They wrapped around Alex’s legs like grave chains trying to drag him under.

Alex struggled—not because he was panicking, but because he was calculating. His staff glowed again. His fingers twitched—but not from fear.

“I won’t die to a flirt mechanic,” he muttered.

Azura intercepted.

Again.

She came at Allen fast—faster than before. Her blades tore through the air like ribbons laced with poison.

Allen didn’t flinch. He blocked, steel against obsidian, the ring of it echoing like a church bell.

He caught her wrist mid-combo.

“Enough.”

He twisted—not to hurt, just enough to unbalance. She refused to drop the dagger. So he leaned in, his voice velvet and threat all at once.

“You’re strong,” he murmured. “But this isn’t your fight.”

Azura hesitated. Just for a second. Her eyes widened—flushed, furious, but shaken.

Her grip slipped.

That was enough.

Allen’s free hand lifted.

“Telekinesis Blast.”

Azura was launched, skidding across the field again, her body flipping once before landing in a crouch.

He didn’t pursue.

Instead, he turned to the center of the battlefield, his sword shimmering with coiled abyssal power.

“Alright,” Allen said, voice low and absolute.

“Let’s end this clean.”

His aura flared again, wrapping him like a royal shroud of wrath.

The girls stepped in beside him, covered in blood and charm glow and static fury, each one smiling like death was just another dance partner.

The battlefield dimmed—not just the light.

But the hope.

And in that moment, the players facing them realized—

They hadn’t walked into a boss fight.

They’d stepped into a court of monsters.

Azura could feel it.

Not just see it, not just react to it—feel it. In her bones, her blood, even the edges of her vision. Something about the air around Allen had shifted. Like gravity had spiked, like her gear had just doubled in weight.

He wasn’t shouting, or glowing like some overdesigned raid boss.

He was grinning.

Wide. Ferocious. His teeth bared like a wolf who didn’t care about survival, only domination.

And worst of all?

He wasn’t moving fast.

He didn’t need to.

Azura’s legs tensed, her body already sliding back into a blade-low stance. She flicked both daggers once, the obsidian edges singing as they cut air. She’d fought top players. She’d fought corrupted dragons. She’d even survived a one-on-one with Warlord before he was famous.

But none of them had looked at her like this. She could only get this feeling from dueling the emperor.

Like she was already his.

‘Wait… No. Not only the emperor. I felt this before. Far before I play Hell’s Gate,’ she thought.

He moved.

It was like the ground folded under him.

A step, a blur, and Allen was already in front of her. Sword low, dragging against the earth, throwing up a line of sparks. He didn’t feint, didn’t open with a skill—just a raw upward slash.

Azura blocked it, but—

-CRACK!

The force sent her sliding back six feet.

Her arms burned.

She caught her breath mid-slide and vanished into shadow, then reappeared behind him, daggers crossing for his neck.

He turned mid-swing.

His blade caught both her daggers in one smooth motion and shoved them wide, leaving her chest open.

He didn’t strike.

He grinned wider.

“You’re fast,” he said, voice low and wild. “But I like the ones who struggle.”

Azura’s heart skipped.

What the hell was he?

She twisted, backflipped out of reach, and landed.

A faint hum bloomed around her—the faint gold shimmer of barrier, cast mid-combat from across the field. She felt it settle against her skin like warm breath. Alex’s barrier.

Allen’s grin didn’t fade.

In fact, he moved faster.

Azura barely blocked the next strike.

Then another.

Then another.

Each one cracked through her barrier like thunder against stained glass. The hum of Alex’s shield grew louder, then flickered.

“Too slow,” Allen whispered.

He feinted a slash to her left.

She went right.

Wrong choice.

His elbow caught her square in the ribs, knocking the wind from her lungs. The pain was sharp and immediate. Her vision stuttered.

Her knees hit the dirt—only for a second.

She surged upward again, blades flaring with shadow, aiming for his jaw.

-CLANG!

He caught her right dagger and twisted.

-SHINK!

Her left blade landed—sliced across his coat, just below his ribs.

But no blood.

Only air.

Void Mirage.

Her heart dropped.

“You’re learning,” his voice whispered—behind her.

She spun.

Too late.

His boot connected with her back, sending her flying forward across the field.

She tumbled, rolled, landed hard—but still got up.

Her breath was ragged now. Her chest screamed. Her wrists trembled.

But she didn’t run.

She looked up—and he was just walking toward her.

Sword lowered.

Eyes gleaming like a devil’s, but calm. Steady. Enjoying this.

She exhaled once, forcing her body to obey.

Every instinct told her to fall back. To regroup. But her pride screamed louder.

She was Azura. She didn’t fold.

So she charged.

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