Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1277

Chapter 1277: Goodnight Chapter 1277: Goodnight Villain Ch 1277.

Goodnight  Allen sighed.

“Demonic Lance.” The spear of dark energy erupted from his palm, streaking through the air.

Elio couldn’t dodge.

He couldn’t block.

The lance struck true, impaling him clean through the chest.

The world slowed.

Elio’s sword clattered to the ground as he dropped to his knees.

His vision blurred.

Blood pooled beneath him.

“Damn it…” he whispered, his health bar dropping to zero.

[Player Mac Has Been Defeated.] Allen stood over him, his expression calm and cold.

“You did well, Paladin.

But not well enough.” [Event Time Remaining: 00:06] Elio’s head fell forward, his last thought clear.

‘At least… they held out…’ The faint glow of the city core flickered in his blurred vision, its pulsing light weakening as the sounds of battle raged on around him.

Then everything turned dark.

For Elio, it was over.

But for the others-Father^Alex, the healers, the DPS desperately flinging their last AoEs, and the tanks barely holding back the endless horde-it wasn’t over yet.

They had seconds, just a few precious moments.

“Keep healing!” Father^Alex’s voice cracked through the guild comms, desperate and frantic.

“THE CORE IS STILL UP!

HEALERS, FOCUS EVERYTHING YOU HAVE!” The Order of Valiance clerics and Celestial Vanguard priests chanted together, glowing sigils surrounding them.

Their light poured into the massive, dying obelisk-the core of the city.

The HP bar hovered at a sliver.

1%…

The DPS weren’t even looking at monsters anymore.

Fireballs, frost waves, shadow bolts-they hurled everything blindly, just praying something hit Allen or his subordinates.

“BUY TIME!

JUST BUY TIME!” screamed Priest_Kira, voice raw with desperation.

The tanks scrambled, yelling taunts and body-blocking whatever fiends crawled out of the crumbling streets.

Some even threw themselves recklessly at the emperor’s subordinates massive brutes in twisted armor, just to give the core a few more seconds.

Then, amidst the chaos, a shadow fell over the battlefield.

Allen.

The Devil Emperor stood in the center of the destruction, his wings unfurled and soaked in the blood-red light of his victory.

His glowing crimson eyes scanned the ruins of the city, locking onto the struggling healers.

The corner of his mouth lifted into a cruel, knowing smirk.

“Pathetic,” he muttered, just loud enough for the world to hear.

With a lazy flick of his wrist, he raised his hand skyward.

Darkness crackled, forming dozens of swirling lances of shadow-each one crackling with malevolent energy, each one aimed at the flickering core.

The healers froze.

Father^Alex’s hands dropped for just a moment, his voice trembling as he stared at the spectacle.

“No… no, no, NO!” The Demonic Lances hung suspended in the air like dark stars, casting long, jagged shadows across the battlefield.

For one heart-stopping second, it felt like time froze.

The remaining players gawked in disbelief, their spells forgotten, their voices caught in their throats.

Then Allen lowered his hand.

“Goodnight.” The lances screamed through the air, whistling like a storm of death.

“NO!” Father^Alex bellowed, throwing up his staff as if it could stop the inevitable.

The other healers chanted in panicked unison, shields and barriers popping into place like fragile soap bubbles.

It didn’t matter.

The first lance struck the core.

-BOOM!

A shockwave rippled outward, flattening everything in its path.

The core’s HP bar dipped to zero.

The second lance shattered through the glowing obelisk, dark cracks spidering out like veins.

-BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

The third, fourth, and fifth followed, each one driving deeper into the core.

And then, the final lance hit.

The sound it made was like a glass bell breaking-sharp, crystalline, and impossibly final.

The light from the core pulsed violently one last time before shattering into a thousand glowing fragments.

Shards of energy sprayed into the sky like dying stars, burning out as they fell.

The entire city trembled, buildings crumbling, walls collapsing into piles of rubble.

[City Core Destroyed.] The notification flashed across every player’s screen, stark white letters against a dark backdrop.

The healers collapsed to their knees, their spells fizzling into nothing.

Father^Alex just stared, his staff falling from his shaking hands.

“No…” he whispered.

Across the battlefield, the tanks stopped fighting.

The DPS players’ fireballs faltered and fizzled out.

The chat went silent.

The system didn’t care.

[Villains Win.] Allen stood at the center of the destruction, his wings spread wide as dark energy swirled around him like a storm.

His crimson blade dripped with shadows, and his smirk returned-cold, cruel, and triumphant.

“It’s done,” he said softly, almost to himself.

Then, louder, so that his voice echoed across the broken city, “Prince Zael is dead.” He turned, his gaze sweeping over the stunned remnants of the defenders.

“Long live the Devil Emperor.” The words hung in the air like a curse.

Father^Alex fell to his knees, his face pale.

“…We failed.” Debaris had fallen.

The Devil Emperor reigned supreme.

In the global chat, the reactions were instant: [System Broadcast] The Devil Emperor has claimed the city of Debaris.

[World Chat] Player_Grimrock: WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL???

Cleric_Dora: They lost.

We lost.

I can’t believe it… Warrior_X67: THE DEVIL EMPEROR WON?!

NO WAY.

Mage_Drizzle: That bastard.

The words poured in, a flood of disbelief, rage, and awe.

Some players were furious.

Others just stared, stunned.

Allen let the chat rage on, his smirk deepening as he stepped forward, his boots crunching over the shattered core.

He stood tall, his silhouette framed by the burning remains of Debaris.

Shea appeared behind him, kneeling at his command.

“Your Majesty,” she rasped, bowing deeply.

“The city is yours.” Allen lifted his blade, pointing it at the sky.

“Let this city be a monument to my rule.” His voice echoed through the shattered remains of Debaris, dark and commanding.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the broken city, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“And a warning to all who would stand in my way.” Then he laughed.

Not a quiet chuckle or a sly snicker-no.

It was a full-on, bone-chilling, villainous laugh that reverberated across the battlefield like thunder.

It was the kind of laugh that made the skin crawl and stomach twist, the kind that belonged to the final boss they never wanted to face.

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