Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1265

Chapter 1265: It’s A Game.

My Game Chapter 1265: It’s A Game.

My Game Villain Ch 1265.

It’s A Game.

My Game Elio’s dragon twisted through the air, its wings straining as it tried to retreat toward the gates.

Below him, the battlefield was chaos-dragons roaring, wolves growling, players shouting, and explosions of magic lighting up the darkened sky.

But the retreat wasn’t going smoothly.

Shea was relentless, her harp strumming a sharp melody as blade-like feathers rained down on Elio, cutting off his escape route.

“Running already?” Shea called out, her voice mocking.

Her wings glinted in the light as she soared after him, her glowing harp ready to strike again.

“You’re supposed to be a leader.

Where’s all that bravado now?” Elio clenched his jaw, ignoring her taunts as he pushed his dragon harder.

“I don’t have time for this,” he muttered, his eyes darting toward the gates in the distance.

His heart sank when he saw the damage-the Verdant Colossi summoned by the alchemists were falling one by one, their massive forms crumbling under the relentless assault of undead and monstrous minions.

Worse, new figures had joined the fray near the walls.

The succubus, the fox demon, the vampire queen, and the dark priestess.  Bella’s Hellfire Barrage rained down from above.

Vivian darted through the air, her fox-like agility making her nearly impossible to hit as she unleashed devastating Illusion Blades on the remaining plant monsters.

Larissa summoned a Crimson Wave, a tide of blood that swept through the defenders and left a gory trail in its wake.

Jane’s Corpse Explosion added to the chaos.

[Gate HP: 50,000/1,000,000] Elio’s stomach churned.

The gates were on the verge of collapse.

If they didn’t regroup now, it would be over.

“Siren!” a voice barked sharply, cutting through the chaos.

Arcana’s dragon burst into view, its obsidian wings beating powerfully as it intercepted the siren’s path.

Arcana’s glowing weapon pointed at her, and his voice was cold and steady.

“You’re done here.

If you want to fight, fight me.” Shea narrowed her eyes, her harp glowing ominously.

“Fine,” she said, her voice dripping with venom.

“Let’s see if you can keep up, Paladin.” Arcana’s presence gave Elio the opening he needed, but he wasn’t out of danger yet.

The air seemed to shift, growing heavier, colder.

Elio’s dragon faltered, its movements slowing as a wave of unseen pressure washed over them.

“Going somewhere?” came a calm, mocking voice.

Elio turned, his blood running cold as the Devil Emperor, hovered just ahead.

The red and black armor gleamed faintly in the dim light, and the smirk on Allen’s face was as infuriating as it was intimidating.

He floated effortlessly, his sharp, glowing eyes fixed on Elio.

“I told you,” Allen said, his tone light but deadly.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Elio raised his sword, the golden light blazing as he urged his dragon forward.

“Get out of my way!

I don’t have time for you.” Allen chuckled softly.

“You don’t have time for me?” He gestured lazily at the battlefield below.

“Paladin, look around.

You’ve already lost.

Why not admit it and make this easier on yourself?” Elio gritted his teeth, his dragon roaring as it lunged toward Allen.

His sword swung in a wide arc, the radiant energy leaving a glowing trail behind it.

Allen didn’t move.

He raised his hand, catching the blade with a casual grip as he activated his Telekinesis Blast, holding Elio’s attack.

The golden light dimmed as his fingers tightened around it.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” he said, his smirk widening.

With a burst of force, Allen shoved Elio back.

His dragon flapped wildly, trying to regain balance, but Allen was already moving.

He surged forward, his own weapon-Midnight Reaper-materializing in his hand.

The clash of steel echoed as he swung at Elio, who barely managed to block in time.

The force of the blow sent a shockwave rippling through the air.

Elio’s arms ached as he held his ground, his dragon snarling beneath him.

“Impressive,” Allen said, his tone calm and almost bored.

“But I wonder-can you keep this up while your friends die?” Elio’s heart sank as he saw Allen glance to the side.

In one smooth motion, Allen extended his free hand toward a nearby player who was mounted on a dragon.

The player didn’t stand a chance.

With a flick of his wrist, Allen activated Demonic Orbs, sending the player flying off their mount and plummeting to the ground below.

“No!” Elio shouted, his voice hoarse.

Allen turned back to him, tilting his head.

“Focus, Paladin.

You wouldn’t want to disappoint your team, would you?” The taunt stung, but Elio couldn’t afford to lose his focus.

He activated Holy Charge, his sword glowing brightly as he thrust forward.

The attack forced Allen back slightly, but the Devil Emperor’s movements remained fluid and calculated.

Allen sidestepped the next strike, his crimson blade slashing upward in a counterattack.

The blow caught Elio’s dragon across the side, and the beast roared in pain, its health bar dropping.

“You’re persistent,” Allen said, his voice still maddeningly calm.

“But persistence isn’t the same as power.” Elio swung again, his strikes faster now, each one glowing with holy energy.

Allen blocked effortlessly, his crimson blade meeting Elio’s at every turn.

The two clashed in a flurry of sparks and glowing energy, circling each other in the sky.

But the battle wasn’t just between them.

Elio’s eyes darted toward the gates again, and his stomach sank further.

Vivian, Bella, Larissa, and Jane were tearing through the defenders.

The walls were barely holding, and the plant monsters summoned by the alchemists were thinning rapidly.

“Focus!” Allen barked, his blade slamming into Elio’s with a burst of energy.

The force sent Elio staggering, and Allen laughed softly.

“You’re distracted.

It’s almost like you care about those gates.” Elio growled, his frustration mounting.

“You think this is a game?

People are counting on me to stop you!” Allen’s smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Of course, it’s a game.

My game.

And you’re losing.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS UnholyGod Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

Give me more motivation!

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