Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1364

Chapter 1364: Parade of Ghosts Chapter 1364: Parade of Ghosts Villain Ch 1364.

Parade of Ghosts Shea glanced at Allen, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“You mean yourself?” she teased.

Allen didn’t even flinch.

“Yeah, me,” he admitted without hesitation.

Zoe chuckled, crossing her arms.

“Oh wow, you’ve actually given up and admitted it?

Where’s the fight, boss?” “There’s no point in denying it anymore,” Allen said, shaking his head.

“If we keep getting clues that all point to me-whether it’s me or just some version of me-I might as well own up to it.” He turned to Vivian, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She blinked up at him, still looking thoroughly done with all of this.

“Let’s go, my succubus,” Allen said with a smirk.

“Let’s find out your tragic and passionate love story.” Vivian rolled her eyes but accepted his outstretched hand anyway.

“Fine,” she sighed.  With that, they moved deeper into the mansion.

The group started forward, their footsteps echoing through the eerie hallway.

Everything they had seen so far pressed down on them, the twisted history of this place unraveling bit by bit.

The fresh blood on the operating table, the chanting priests, the bottles of aphrodisiacs and stamina tonics-it all pointed to something more disturbing than any of them wanted to admit.

Ten minutes passed.

And they found nothing.

Nothing but more Passion Rotters moaning in the distance, some lurking in corners, others shambling aimlessly.

A few tried to approach, but after Zoe vaporized half of them with another Tsunami, they didn’t even bother attacking anymore.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Larissa muttered as she kicked aside a broken chair.

“We’re just running in circles.” “So, what now?” Bella asked, stretching.

“We leaving this creepy-ass place?” Before Allen could answer, the atmosphere shifted.

The bell rang loudly and filled the village.

A chill crawled down their spines.

The dim light of the ruined mansion flickered, the shadows deepening.

And then, as if summoned, a parade of ghosts emerged from the darkness.

The group tensed.

The spectral figures moved in a slow, solemn march, their forms flickering like dying candlelight.

Unlike the priests they had seen before, these ghosts weren’t just wearing tattered robes.

They came in different outfits-some in ceremonial priest garb, others in strange noble attire, some looking like simple villagers.

And in their midst, they carried something.

A closed stretcher, veiled with dark silk, obscuring whoever-whatever-was inside.

A chant rose from their lips, low and ominous, filling the space with a chilling rhythm.

“The Great Lord watches, his hunger untamed, A maiden is chosen, her body unclaimed.” “To sate his wrath, to calm his might, She must surrender, be bathed at night.” “A body pure, a soul untainted, Yet yearning must burn, desires unchained.” “For if the bride fails, if she denies, Calamity falls, and the village dies.” Allen cringed.

“So, that’s what this was,” Shea muttered, her voice tight.

“A sacrifice,” Alice whispered, her expression unreadable.

Vivian crossed her arms, her tail flicking sharply.

“And let me guess.

They expected me-her, whoever she was-to be some perfect mix of innocent and desperate, huh?” Allen exhaled, rubbing his temple.

“Pure yet horny,” he muttered, still unable to process the absurdity of it all.

The group stood frozen, watching as the ghostly procession passed through them, heading toward the exit of the mansion.

Allen turned to the others.

“I think that’s our cue.” The girls nodded, and together, they followed the spectral parade out into the ruined streets.

The deeper they went, the more the chanting intensified.

The figures carried the veiled stretcher like a holy offering, their movements mechanical, unwavering.

And then… The procession stopped.

The ghosts slowly turned their heads toward an altar-a massive, decayed stone structure standing in the center of the ruined village square.

Allen’s gut twisted.

“This is it,” he muttered.

“This is where they delivered her.” The group exchanged tense glances, bracing themselves.

Because whatever they were about to see next-whatever truth this cursed place had left to reveal- It wasn’t going to be pretty.

More villagers appeared.

They weren’t like the spectral priests from before.

These figures were clearer, more solid, their faces twisted with devotion and fervor.

Dressed in ritualistic garments, they raised their hands, their voices blending into a distorted, feverish chant that echoed through the ruins.

“The Great Lord watches, his will divine, The bride must tremble, her body aligned.” “A vessel of purity, a soul of desire, To fuel his strength, to stoke his fire.” “No refusal, no rejection, Her fate is sealed-his affection!” A wave of dark power surged from the altar, crackling like unseen fire through the air.

The ground trembled slightly beneath them, and a cold shiver ran down Allen’s spine.

Yet, the villagers kept chanting, unfazed, lost in their blind devotion.

Then, one figure stepped forward-the head priest.

Unlike the others, he wore a deep crimson robe embroidered with symbols of chains and flame, his face obscured by an elaborate golden mask.

He raised his hands, his voice commanding and loud.

“Oh, Great Lord!” the priest called.

“We humbly welcome you!

Your people await your divine presence!” He gestured toward the stretcher.

“Your bride awaits, prepared and purified!

Show yourself, oh mighty one!” With a theatrical flourish, he pulled away the dark silk covering the stretcher.

A girl lay there, veiled in white, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips quivering, and her body trembled in a way that made Allen’s stomach turn.

Allen clenched his fists.

“They drugged her,” he muttered, his voice tight with barely restrained anger.

“Yeah,” Shea said, her expression dark.

“There’s no way that’s natural.

Whatever they gave her, it’s messing with her badly.” The head priest turned back to the altar, raising his arms once more.

“Great Lord, hear our call!

Come forth and accept your bride!

Your divine right must be fulfilled!” The air grew heavier.

The dark power pulsed again, and this time, something answered.

The ruins trembled as a form began to materialize at the altar.

It started as a shadow, stretching and twisting, swirling with barely contained power.

Then, as if stepping from the darkness itself, a figure emerged-a towering, armored presence, his eyes burning crimson, his long black cape flowing behind him like liquid night.

Allen’s Devil Emperor avatar had appeared.

A horrible silence followed.

The villagers frowned.

Allen, standing among his party, just stared at his own avatar standing at the altar, watching as the scene played out like a nightmarish cutscene.

“As expected,” Zoe muttered, her eyes locked on the imposing form of the Devil Emperor.

The villagers shifted uncomfortably, their confused murmurs breaking through the eerie silence.

“Where is the real Great Lord?” one of them whispered.

“Why does he look like this?” another muttered.

The head priest hesitated, his golden mask tilting slightly.

He turned to the Devil Emperor, his voice uncertain.

“O’ Great Lord… this is not your usual form.” The Devil Emperor simply tilted his head, then smiled-sharp, confident, dangerous.

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