Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1276

Chapter 1276: 20 SECONDS!

Chapter 1276: 20 SECONDS!

Villain Ch 1276.

20 SECONDS!

Elio’s chest heaved, sweat streaking his face beneath the edges of his golden helmet.

Red_King’s crumpled body still smoldered nearby.

But Elio didn’t look away.

He couldn’t.

Not now.

The timer flashed in the corner of his vision, taunting him.

[Event Time Remaining: 03:06] “Three minutes,” Elio whispered to himself, his grip tightening around his blazing sword.

‘I just need to hold him for three goddamn minutes.’ Allen chuckled softly, tilting his head as if amused.

“Muttering prayers, Paladin?

I thought you’d lost faith after the last time I broke you.” Elio ignored the jab, stepping forward with deliberate purpose.

“This isn’t about me,” he said, voice steady despite the storm raging inside.

“It’s about them.” And them… was everyone-the healers, the DPS players casting their desperate AoE spells across the ruins, the tanks barely holding the line as waves of monsters surged forward, screeching and clawing at the last fragments of the city.

The city core pulsed faintly, its shimmering energy being mended by priests and clerics from Order of Valiance and Celestial Vanguard.

Their healer leader, Father^Alex, was at the center of it all, his glowing staff raised as he barked orders.

“Focus heals on the core!

Don’t let up for a second!” Father^Alex’s voice echoed.

Elio could hear the chatter through his guild comms, too.

[Order of Valiance – Guild Chat]  Priest_Kira: Core HP stabilized at 12%!

Keep those spells flowing!

 Cleric_Benji: Tanks are breaking off to lure more mobs.

Someone tells Elio to hang on.

 Acolyte*Peri: He knows.

Yeah, Elio knew.

The entire city’s hope rested on him holding out for three minutes against the Devil Emperor.

No pressure.

Allen’s smirk faded just slightly as he lifted his sword, dark energy crackling along the length of its crimson blade.

“Let’s settle this.” Elio swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Fine by me.” He burst forward, activating Holy Charge.

His sword blazed gold as radiant light trailed behind him like a comet.

“I won’t let you win!” The Devil Emperor didn’t move until the last moment.

Then, with a single flicker of his wings, he vanished.

Shadow Step.

Of course.

“Behind me!” Elio thought frantically.

He spun on instinct, slashing out with Smite of Valor-a glowing arc of holy energy cleaved through the shadows.

For a split second, Allen’s figure shimmered there, his expression cold and unamused.

“Cute trick,” Allen muttered.

Before Elio could react, Allen’s palm snapped forward.

“Telekinesis Blast.” The invisible force slammed into Elio like a freight train, knocking the breath from his lungs.

His boots carved deep trenches into the ground as he skidded backward, dust and rubble spraying up around him.

“Damn it…” Elio coughed, forcing himself upright.

His vision flickered red for a moment-his HP bar had dipped dangerously low.

He popped a healing potion, the sharp burn of its cooldown ringing in his ears.

Allen was already approaching, slow and methodical, his wings stretching menacingly behind him.

“C’mon entertain me,” he drawled, raising his blade.

Elio gritted his teeth, blood dripping from his lip.

“Not even close.” He surged forward, activating Shield Bash.

His golden shield lit up with blinding light, slamming into Allen’s side with a satisfying crack.

The Devil Emperor staggered just slightly, wings flaring for balance.

Elio didn’t let up.

He followed with Holy Strike, his sword blazing as he aimed for Allen’s chest.

“Haaah!” Allen raised a hand, energy rippling around him.

“Barrier.” The holy strike collided with the dark shield, sparks flying as the radiant energy splintered harmlessly.

Allen sighed theatrically.

“Persistent little insect.” Then, the air darkened.

Elio froze as Allen spread his arms wide, energy building like a storm.

“Hellfire Rain.” The sky turned crimson, flames erupting in waves that cascaded downward like meteors.

Massive explosions rocked the battlefield as the hellfire hammered down, turning stone to molten slag.

Elio dove to the side, rolling through rubble as his HP dipped again.

“Holy counter…” Elio panted.

“I need… an opening.” The healers were shouting frantically in the chat: [Order of Valiance – Guild Chat]  Cleric_Benji: Elio, don’t let him pin you!

We can’t hold the core if you go down!

 Priest_Kira: 2 minutes left!

You’re almost there!

Elio forced himself up again, vision blurred, but determination burning in his chest.

‘Two minutes.

I just need two minutes.’ Allen approached, his blade dragging lazily across the ground, sparks trailing in its wake.

“Why don’t you just give up?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“You know you can’t win.” “Maybe not…” Elio staggered upright, lifting his shield.

“But I don’t have to win.

I just have to keep you busy.” Allen’s smirk returned, colder than before.

“Then die tired.” The Devil Emperor vanished again-Shadow Step.

Elio barely had time to react before Allen reappeared above him, wings flaring as he brought his sword down in a vicious arc.

– CLANG!

Elio blocked the strike, the impact nearly shattering his shield.

He shoved back, using Smite of Valor to blast holy energy into Allen’s face.

For a brief moment, the Devil Emperor recoiled, hissing as the radiant light burned across his skin.

“Yes!” Elio thought, adrenaline surging.

“I can do this-” But Allen was already moving, shadows curling around him like smoke.

“Dark Storm.” A swirling vortex of black energy erupted around Allen, dragging Elio off his feet and battering him from all sides.

His HP bar plummeted.

[Event Time Remaining: 00:26] Elio coughed, blood splattering the inside of his helmet.

He pushed himself up to his knees, trembling.

Allen landed smoothly a few feet away, watching him with detached amusement.

“Still crawling?” he said softly.

“How noble.” Elio’s vision flickered.

The healers were screaming in his chat now.

Priest_Kira: 20 SECONDS, ELIO!

HOLD ON!

“Twenty seconds…” Elio whispered.

‘I just have to stand for twenty more seconds…’ He gripped his sword with shaking hands, his vision blurring.

Allen tilted his head, an almost pitying look crossing his face.

“You’ve fought hard, Paladin,” he said, lifting his blade.

“But all battles must end.” “Not yet!” Elio roared, his body glowing as he activated Holy Charge one final time.

He surged forward, sword blazing, his body moving on pure willpower.

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