Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1267

Chapter 1267: Uninspired Chapter 1267: Uninspired Villain Ch 1267.

Uninspired The two clashed again, their blades meeting in a flurry of sparks and glowing energy.

Elio fought with everything he had, each strike faster and more desperate than the last.

But Allen was relentless, his movements precise and calculated.

With a final, powerful swing, Allen’s blade struck Elio’s shield, shattering it completely.

The force of the blow sent Elio to his knees, his health bar blinking dangerously low.

Allen hovered above him, his blade poised for the final strike.

“Any last words?” he asked, his voice calm and almost bored.

Elio looked up, his eyes blazing with defiance.

“This isn’t over.” Allen’s smirk returned.

“Oh, it is.” He raised his blade, the dark crimson light glowing brighter as he prepared to strike.

But a sudden roar from behind interrupted him.

Arcana’s dragon barreled into the fray, its claws slashing toward Allen and forcing him to retreat.

“This fight isn’t yours alone,” Arcana said, his voice steady as he positioned himself between Elio and Allen.

“We’re in this together.” Allen hovered back, his smirk fading slightly.

“How touching.

Fine.

Let’s see if the two of you can fare any better.” Before either Elio or Arcana could respond, Shea descended from above, her wings glowing faintly as she hovered beside Allen.

Her sharp eyes locked onto Arcana, a wicked smile curling on her lips.

“You surely have the guts to run away,” she taunted, her voice lilting and melodic but dripping with malice.

Arcana straightened on his dragon, his spear glowing faintly.

“You’re persistent!” he shot back, his tone sharp with frustration.

Shea tilted her head, laughing softly, her voice ringing like a bell.

“Oh, I am,” she admitted.

Her crimson eyes sparkled with mischief, but beneath the playfulness was a deadly determination.

Allen’s gaze shifted to Shea, lingering on the wounds scattered across her form.

Without a word, he reached out, his hand finding her waist.

Before anyone could react, he pulled her close, his lips meeting hers in a sudden, commanding kiss.

‘Energy Transfer…’ The battlefield seemed to pause.

The swirling chaos, the clashing steel, even the roaring dragons faded for a moment as the Devil Emperor’s aura flared with power.

Dark energy surged around them, flowing into Shea like a torrent.

Her wounds began to fade, her health bar climbing rapidly.

Arcana’s jaw tightened, his grip on his weapon firming as he shouted, “Get off her!” Elio was already moving, charging forward with his glowing sword.

“Stop them!” But Allen raised his free hand lazily, summoning Barrier.

A shimmering dome of dark energy surrounded him and Shea, deflecting both attacks effortlessly.

Elio’s blade struck the barrier with a burst of sparks, while Arcana’s dragon unleashed a torrent of fire that dispersed harmlessly against the shield.

Allen broke the kiss, his hand sliding to caress Shea’s face.

“Now you feel better, don’t you?” he asked softly, his voice carrying a rare gentleness.

Shea nodded, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

Her wings fluttered as she stretched, testing her restored strength.

“Much better,” she replied, her voice softer than usual.

Allen’s smirk returned, colder now.

“Good.

Then take care of that one for me.” He gestured toward Arcana with a flick of his hand.

“He’s becoming a nuisance.” Shea’s smile turned wicked again, her harp glowing faintly as she strummed a few notes.

“With pleasure,” she said.

Her wings flared as she launched herself toward Arcana, her laughter echoing through the air.

“Let’s finish what we started, Paladin.” “Not this time!” Arcana shouted, meeting her charge head-on.

His sword glowed with holy energy as he swung it toward her.

While Shea used her blade wings, their weapons clashing in a shower of sparks.

The two veered off into the sky, their battle taking them away from Elio and Allen.

Allen watched them for a moment, his expression unreadable, before turning back to Elio.

His smirk deepened as he raised his blade.

“Now, where were we?” he asked, his tone almost playful.

“Ah, yes.

Shall we continue?” Elio’s grip tightened on his sword.

His dragon was gone, his shield shattered, and his health bar dangerously low, but he wasn’t about to back down.

“I’m not afraid of you,” he said, his voice steady despite the odds.

Allen laughed, the sound low and chilling.

“Oh, I know you’re not.

That’s what makes this fun.” The two clashed again, their blades meeting with a deafening clang.

Elio swung with all his strength, activating Holy Strike to send a wave of radiant energy toward Allen.

The Devil Emperor deflected it with ease, his crimson blade slicing through the golden light like it was paper.

“You’re predictable,” Allen said, his tone almost bored.

“All that holy light, all that righteousness-it’s so… uninspired.” Elio gritted his teeth, pushing forward with a flurry of strikes.

Each swing of his sword was precise and calculated, his movements honed from countless battles.

But Allen countered every attack with a fluid grace that bordered on mocking.

“Still trying so hard,” Allen said, sidestepping another strike.

“But it’s pointless, isn’t it?” Elio didn’t answer.

He activated Shield Bash, the remnants of his shattered shield reforming momentarily as he lunged forward.

The glowing barrier struck Allen’s side, forcing him back slightly.

The Devil Emperor’s smirk faltered, just for a moment.

“Oh c’mon.

I’m getting bored here,” he admitted.

Then his eyes glowed brighter, and his aura flared.

Allen raised his hand, summoning Abyssal Descent once again.

The ground beneath them cracked open, spectral hands clawing upward and pulling at Elio.

The golden energy around him flickered as the dark magic took hold, draining his strength.

Elio struggled, his sword glowing faintly as he activated Holy Charge, breaking free of the spectral hands.

He surged forward, aiming for Allen’s chest, but the Devil Emperor was ready.

Allen activated Stone Curse, an area spell that sent jagged spikes of stone shooting up from the ground.

Elio dodged the first wave, but one caught his leg, forcing him to stumble.

The Devil Emperor’s laughter rang out again.

“Do you feel it now?

The weight of inevitability?” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS UnholyGod Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

Give me more motivation!

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