Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1139

Chapter 1139: I’m Just Here For The Fun Chapter 1139: I’m Just Here For The Fun Villain Ch 1139.

I’m Just Here For The Fun The king’s face, however, darkened in fury, his patience at an end.

“Enough!” he roared, rising from his throne, his hand gripping the armrest so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“This is treason!

All of you!

Plotting against the crown, undermining my authority.

I’ll have you all captured and killed for this betrayal.

Guards!

Seize them!” The command rang out like a death sentence, and immediately the guards surrounding the throne room sprang into action, their hands moving to draw their weapons.

Zael stepped forward, his eyes wide with panic.

“No!

Please, father!” His voice was pleading, desperation lacing every word.

“They’ve done nothing wrong.

They’re only speaking the truth.

Let them go-punish me if you must, but let them go!” His hands were shaking slightly as he raised them in a gesture of surrender.

But the king’s eyes were cold, his fury unrelenting.

“I will not show mercy to those who defy me, Zael!

You’ve always been weak, always too soft, and now you’ve surrounded yourself with traitors.

You’ve embarrassed this family for the last time.” Zael opened his mouth to speak, but before he could find the words, Elio stepped forward, his usual grin replaced with a hardened expression.

“Zael,” Elio said, his voice calm but filled with certainty, “if they want a fight, then let it be.

You know, deep down, they’ve wanted to get rid of you for a long time.” He glanced toward the king and Otis with contempt.

“Why else would they send you to the front lines, over and over again?

They just want you dead.

They’ve always wanted you dead, but they don’t want to dirty their hands with it.

So they keep sending you into the fire, hoping you won’t come back.

And when you do, they take the credit.

It’s convenient for them, isn’t it?

But if you fall-if we all fall-they’ll announce your defeat and blame us for it.” Red_King finally joined the fray, a casual smile on his face as he approached Zael and the others.

“Ah… I never thought I’d get this pissed off,” he muttered, his voice still carrying that nonchalant tone.

Prince Otis sneered, his hand gripping his sword as he pointed it at Zael and his group.

“Then you all should fall here!” he shouted, his voice filled with venom.

Without hesitation, the king gave the command, his face twisted with rage.

“Kill them!

All of them!” The throne room descended into chaos as all of the king’s soldiers unsheathed their weapons, the sound of steel ringing in the air.

The officials and servants who had been standing by scrambled to flee, their panicked footsteps echoing through the hall as they ran for their lives.

Zael and his group stood their ground, their weapons drawn.

The soldiers began to close in, their faces grim with duty, but there was something in their eyes-hesitation, a flicker of doubt as they faced Zael and his companions.

Zael’s hand tightened around the hilt of his sword.

“We don’t have a choice,” Zael muttered under his breath, his eyes flicking to Elio beside him.

Elio grinned, though his expression was tense.

“Let’s make it count, then.” With that, he was the first to charge forward, his sword swinging with practiced ease as he deflected the first blow from an attacking soldier.

Zael followed close behind, his sword cutting through the air as he met the soldiers head-on.

His strikes were powerful, forcing his opponents back.

Red_King fought with a mixture of skill and cockiness, his sword flashing as he deflected attacks with ease.

“Oh, I’m fighting the king’s dogs.

Nice,” he muttered, cutting down another soldier.

Azura and Mila fought side by side, their blades flashing as they slashed through the soldiers who tried to overwhelm them.

“Keep your stance tight!” Azura called out, her voice calm despite the chaos.

“Don’t overextend!” Mila gritted her teeth, nodding as she adjusted her movements, keeping her strikes quick and controlled.

“Got it!” The soldiers were relentless, but so were they.

The six of them fought with everything they had.

It was clear that they were outnumbered, but they fought with the desperation of those who had nothing left to lose.

Elio, his sword cutting through another soldier, glanced back at Zael.

“How long do you think we can hold them off?” Zael, his breath coming in ragged gasps, deflected another attack and swung his sword in a wide arc, forcing his opponent back.

“As long as we need to.” Red_King, ducking under a sword swing, scoffed.

“Well.

I’m just here for the fun.” Despite the banter, the fight was brutal.

The soldiers came at them in waves, their swords and spears flashing as they tried to overwhelm Zael and his group.

But they held their ground.

Azura, her blades slicing through another soldier, glanced over at Zael, her breath coming in short gasps.

“We can’t keep this up forever.

We need to run!” But before Zael could answer, Red_King moved closer to her, his sword dripping with the blood of the soldiers they had already defeated.

His voice was low, grim.

“We can’t run.

This is it.

We’re supposed to fall here.” Azura froze for a second.

She blinked, suddenly remembering-this was an event.

A scripted moment in the game, and they were supposed to lose.

They were supposed to fall.

“Right,” she muttered, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Sorry, I got carried away.” But despite the odds, despite their battered bodies and the overwhelming number of soldiers, Zael and his group still stood their ground.

Something unexpected was happening-the soldiers were thinning out.

Their attacks were slower, more hesitant.

They weren’t pressing forward with the same force as before.

There was confusion among the ranks, and even though the group was exhausted, they still held strong.

Elio, noticing the shift, swept his gaze around the room and grinned, his face lighting up with excitement.

“Okay, this is unexpected.

But I love it!” he said, his voice filled with a strange enthusiasm.

Zael turned toward his father, his sword held loosely at his side.

“Let them go, father.

Let us all go.” The king now cowered in his throne, his eyes wide with uncertainty.

The soldiers who remained had all but stopped their advance.

But then Prince Otis broke the silence, his laughter erupting from the far end of the throne room.

It wasn’t the triumphant laughter of a victor-it was something darker, something twisted.  CREATORS’ THOUGHTS UnholyGod Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

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