Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1275

Chapter 1275: Too Little, Too Late Chapter 1275: Too Little, Too Late Villain Ch 1275.

Too Little, Too Late Just as he began to step forward, a sharp sound cut through the chaos-the unmistakable clang of metal against stone.

Allen paused, turning slightly, his glowing crimson eyes narrowing.

From the edge of the rubble, two figures emerged, their armor gleaming faintly under the flickering light of the fires.

Then, without warning, both men lunged, their weapons cutting through the air in synchronized arcs.

Elio’s sword, blazing with Holy Light, aimed straight for Allen’s chest, while Red_King’s greatsword came down in a heavy vertical swing, its glowing edge humming with power.

Allen didn’t flinch.

Just as their attacks were about to connect, his form blurred, dissolving into shadows.

‘Shadow Step.’ The two massive strikes collided with the ground where Allen had been standing.

The impact was devastating-Elio’s Holy Light exploded in a burst of radiant energy, and Red_King’s greatsword sent shockwaves rippling through the rubble, leaving a massive crater in their wake.

Allen’s lips curled into a smirk as he reappeared, his blade resting casually over his shoulder.

“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice mocking and smooth.

“Look who decided to join the party.

Back so soon, Paladin?” Elio didn’t respond immediately.

His breaths were steady, but the grip on his sword was iron tight.

His golden armor, still freshly repaired from respawn, glimmered faintly in the eerie glow of the battlefield.

He locked eyes with Allen, the hatred in his gaze unmistakable.

Finally, he spoke, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

“You bastard.” Allen’s smirk widened.

“Bastard?

That’s the best you’ve got?” He shook his head, feigning disappointment.

“Come now.

You’re going to have to do better than insults.” Elio’s voice remained steady, but it carried the weight of his fury.

“I will end your life.” “Oh?” Allen tilted his head, his tone mocking.

“And what exactly are you planning to end?

You couldn’t stop me the first time.

What makes you think this will be any different?” Red_King stepped forward, his armor bearing the marks of battle but his posture firm.

“The core might be beyond saving,” he said, his tone sharp and deliberate, “but we can still take you down.” Allen laughed-a low, resonant sound that seemed to echo across the battlefield.

“Too little, too late,” he said, his amusement clear.

Without sparing them another glance, he approached Sophia’s lifeless body, still lying crumpled on the ground.

With deliberate slowness, Allen lifted his foot and kicked her body into the swirling shadows of Abyssal Descent.

Her figure disappeared into the vortex, swallowed whole, leaving no trace behind.

Without hesitation, Elio surged forward, his blade glowing with the radiant energy of Holy Charge, golden streaks trailing in his wake.

Red_King followed close behind, his greatsword raised high, his strikes telegraphed by his charging stance.

Together, they moved with synchronized purpose, their combined might aimed directly at the Devil Emperor.

Allen’s smirk faded slightly, his crimson eyes narrowing.

He raised his hand casually, murmuring, “How predictable.” Before they could close the gap, a wave of invisible force erupted from his palm.

“Telekinesis Blast.” The shockwave hit them hard, sending both Elio and Red_King skidding backward, their boots carving deep trenches into the ground.

Dust and debris billowed around them as they steadied themselves, refusing to falter.

Elio recovered first, his sword raised defensively as he advanced again.

“You can’t run forever.” “Run?” Allen’s smirk returned, colder now.

“I don’t run, Paladin.” In a blur of motion, he activated Shadow Step, his figure disappearing into the shadows just as Elio and Red_King’s strikes landed.

Once again, the force of their attacks tore through the ground, leaving a jagged crater where Allen had stood moments before.

The impact sent a shockwave rippling outward, dust and rubble flying through the air.

“Behind you,” Allen’s voice came from the shadows, calm and amused.

Elio spun just in time to block a downward slash from Allen’s blade, the force of the impact sending sparks flying.

Red_King lunged from the side, his greatsword aiming to cleave through Allen’s side, but the Devil Emperor twisted fluidly, using his wings to vault over the attack.

“You’re both so eager,” Allen remarked, his tone almost bored as he landed smoothly a few feet away.

“But eagerness won’t save you.” Red_King gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he activated Shield Strike, his greatsword glowing faintly with energy.

He surged forward, his movements calculated and deliberate.

Elio mirrored him, his sword blazing with Holy Strike as they coordinated their assault.

Allen’s blade moved like liquid death, deflecting one strike, then the other, with almost lazy precision.

His movements were fluid, his attacks sharp and calculated.

“Is this all you’ve got?” he taunted, sidestepping another swing from Red_King.

“Pathetic.” Red_King growled, his greatsword swinging in a wide arc that sent a shockwave rippling through the air.

Allen ducked under it, his wings flaring as he lunged forward.

His blade struck true, slashing across Red_King’s side.

Red_King stumbled, his breath hitching as he pressed a hand to his wound.

“Damn it…” “Elio!” Red_King shouted, rallying as he launched a Charged Slash toward Allen.

The golden energy arced through the air, forcing Allen to sidestep.

Elio seized the moment, closing the distance as he activated Holy Charge, his blade glowing with radiant energy.

He swung with all his might, aiming for Allen’s chest.

Allen smirked, his wings beating sharply as he activated Barrier, the holy blade glancing off the dark energy that surrounded him.

“Nice try,” he said, raising his hand.

“But not good enough.” “Demonic Lance.” A spear of dark energy materialized in his hand, crackling with power.

Allen hurled it at Red_King, the projectile streaking through the air with deadly precision.

Red_King raised his greatsword to block, but the force of the lance shattered his defense, the impact throwing him backward.

“Elio, finish it!” Red_King shouted, coughing as he struggled to his feet.

But Allen was already moving, his Shadow Step carrying him to Red_King in an instant.

The Devil Emperor raised his blade, his expression cold and focused.

“Too slow,” he muttered, driving the crimson sword through Red_King’s chest.

Red_King gasped, his health bar dropping to zero as his body crumpled to the ground.

[Player Red_King Has Been Defeated.] Allen pulled his blade free, his eyes shifting to Elio.

He tilted his head, the smirk returning to his face.

“One down,” he said softly.

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