Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1254

Chapter 1254: Bunny Hop Chapter 1254: Bunny Hop Villain Ch 1254.

Bunny Hop The rumble began like distant thunder, low and ominous, shaking the ground beneath the players’ feet.

Those stationed on the walls of Debaris froze, their gazes locking onto the horizon.

The usual commotion had started-the sound of monstrous roars, guttural growls, and the rhythmic pounding of massive footsteps signaling one thing… The Devil Emperor’s army had arrived.

From their elevated vantage points, the players could see them-hordes of monsters, grotesque and terrifying, pouring over the hills.

They moved like a tide of nightmares.

All of them were more horrifying than the last.

Mini-bosses and bosses strode among them.

But what made the players’ stomachs churn was the Behemoth, its massive, hulking frame visible even at a distance, and the Monstrous Shadow, a twisted, formless horror belonging to the Emperor’s witch.

It slithered unnaturally, its dark tendrils flicking in every direction, leaving streaks of blackened earth.

The tanks at the frontlines exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions tense.

Elio, leading the charge as always, gripped the reins of his mount tightly, his face grim but determined.

Beside him, Arcana, decked out in his shining High Paladin armor, surveyed the advancing army with a stern gaze.

“This is bigger than last time,” one tank muttered, his voice barely audible over the growing cacophony.

“No kidding,” another replied, adjusting the shield strapped to his arm.

“That Behemoth alone could wipe half of us if we’re not careful.” Elio’s voice cut through the murmurs, calm but firm.

“Stay focused.

Remember the plan.

The ranged DPS will hold them off.

When the gates open, we move as one.

Tanks up front, melee DPS with us.

Priests, keep your buffs active.” Arcana nodded in agreement, his tone steady.

“We’ve trained for this.

Stick to your roles, and don’t lose your heads.” Behind them, the ranged players were already preparing.

Priests and priestesses chanted in unison, golden and white light cascading over the battlefield as buffs activated.

Archers and hunters nocked their arrows, eyes sharp and locked onto the horizon.

Mages murmured incantations, their magic crackling in the air as they primed their spells.

The tension was clear, a thick, suffocating weight that pressed down on every player.

The tanks remained mounted, their regular steeds snorting and stomping as if sensing the impending danger.

For now, the newer, flashier mounts-pridefully earned and saved for this event-remained unused, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash their surprise.

And then, like a twisted herald, the Devil Emperor’s voice echoed across the battlefield, sending chills down the spines.

The melody sounded like “Bunny Hop” nursery rhymes, but with twisted lyrics as always.

“Run, run, players, there’s no escape,  The Emperor’s blade will seal your fate.

 Defend your city, if you dare,  But in his game, no soul is spared.” “What the hell is that?” a rogue muttered, his hands shaking as he tightened his grip on his daggers.

“He is… singing?” a warrior said incredulously, though his nervous laughter did little to mask the fear in his voice.

“It’s not just a song,” a priestess whispered, her face pale.

“It’s a warning.” The players’ unease grew.

By the time it faded, the silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the distant roar of the monster horde.

And then it happened.

A dark aura appeared, swirling ominously in front of the city walls.

The players barely had time to register it before the Devil Emperor himself materialized within the shadow, his crimson and black armor gleaming like freshly spilled blood.

His face bore the same trademark smirk, wicked and taunting, as his burning eyes scanned the gathered defenders.

“Boo!” he said with mock enthusiasm, raising his hands theatrically.

“Shit, it’s him!” someone yelled, panic spreading like wildfire.

“Get ready to attack!” Elio shouted, his voice rallying the frontlines.

“All ranged DPS, target him now!” But the Devil Emperor was faster.

With a snap of his fingers, he unleashed his skill.

“Abyssal Descent!” The ground beneath the battlefield split open, revealing a swirling portal to the Abyss.

Spectral hands shot out from the chasm, clawing at the walls and gates.

They latched onto their targets, dragging them toward the portal’s center while dealing continuous damage.

The effect was devastating.

Explosions followed as the skill’s damage rippled outward, slamming into the city’s gates with a deafening crash.

The impact made the walls and ground shake, knocking the players.

The massive wooden structure groaned under the assault, its health bar visibly dropping.

City Gates: 932,000 / 1,000,000 HP “Despair,” Allen said softly, his voice carrying despite the chaos.

The players caught in the attack felt its effects immediately-a wave of hopelessness washing over them, sapping their resistance to dark magic.

“Shit!” Arcana cursed, spurring his mount forward.

“The gates won’t last if this keeps up!” “Elio, we need to counter that now!” Gil shouted, his twin daggers flashing as he prepared to strike.

Elio nodded, his voice steady but urgent.

“All ranged DPS, focus fire on the Emperor!

Priests, get healing circles up now!

Tanks, stay ready-we charge as soon as the gates open!” The players scrambled to respond, arrows and spells flying toward Allen in a dazzling display of light and energy.

But he didn’t flinch.

Standing amidst the chaos, the Devil Emperor raised his black lances, deflecting the incoming attacks with practiced ease.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Allen called out, his voice dripping with mockery.

“Come on, heroes, show me something impressive!” Before anyone could act, Allen raised his hand lazily, his smirk widening.

“Let me give you an example of how it’s done.” With a flourish, he slammed the tip of his blade into the ground.

“Summon…” A pulse of dark energy erupted outward, momentarily blinding the players closest to him.

When the light dimmed, a new figure loomed behind him-a grotesque, bloated monstrosity with glowing, bulbous eyes and a massive, dangling lure that swung lazily above its head.

[Boss Monster Summoned-Anglerqueen!] The sight of the creature made more than a few players falter.

“What the hell is that?” a rogue whispered, stepping back instinctively.

Gil squinted at the creature, his daggers twirling nervously in his hands.

“That’s a boss monster?

Looks like someone’s deep-sea nightmare.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS UnholyGod Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

Give me more motivation!

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