Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1365

Chapter 1365: New Great Lord Chapter 1365: New Great Lord Villain Ch 1365.

New Great Lord A ripple of unease spread through the villagers.

The head priest’s hands trembled slightly before he lowered them, his voice less sure now.

“But… you are not him.

You are not the one we have served.” The Devil Emperor’s smirk widened, his crimson eyes glowing with something almost amused.

“Your Great Lord has long since fallen.

I have taken his place.” The villagers staggered back, their expressions torn between devotion and fear.

Some whispered among themselves, others trembled where they stood.

“This is wrong,” the priest murmured, as if struggling to process what was happening.

“The Great Lord cannot be replaced.” The eerie glow from the ruined altar flickered like a dying flame, casting long, twisted shadows over the villagers.

Their whispers spread like wildfire, fear and confusion lacing their every word.

The Devil Emperor, standing at the altar, let out a low, dark chuckle.

Then, without warning, he laughed-a deep, wicked sound that sent shivers through the villagers.

And just as suddenly, his expression snapped into something sharp and deadly.

“Who said that?” the Devil Emperor’s voice cut through the murmurs, cold and commanding.

His crimson eyes locked onto the head priest, and in one fluid motion, he leaned forward, looming over the trembling man.

“You?” His voice dripped with mockery.

“I make the rules now.” A heavy silence settled over the crowd, but their unease only grew.

“The former Great Lord?” the Devil Emperor continued, tilting his head slightly.

“He’s dead.” Gasps rippled through the villagers.

The head priest visibly staggered.

The tension in the air tightened, the sheer weight of the declaration making the gathered cultists shrink back.

And then, with a grin that was nothing short of vicious, the Devil Emperor leaned in further, his voice dropping into something almost gleeful.

“And I was the one who killed him.” The sheer horror in the priest’s eyes was almost satisfying.

The Devil Emperor straightened, his presence radiating dominance.

He pointed directly at the veiled girl on the palanquin, her trembling form barely visible under the sheer fabric.

“And that sacrifice?” He let the words linger, his lips curling into a smirk.

“That’s for me.” A sharp pause.

Then he tilted his head slightly, his voice mockingly sweet.

“Right?” The villagers stammered.

“You… killed him?” The head priest’s voice was barely a whisper, his entire body stiff with disbelief.

“Yes,” the Devil Emperor said simply, as if it were nothing.

Allen and his companions, watching this unfold from the sidelines, immediately understood.

Allen smirked, arms crossed.

“I think I get it now.” “Yeah,” Shea muttered, her expression unreadable.

“Me too.” “This village,” Allen continued, watching as the villagers trembled beneath his avatar’s presence, “used to offer sacrifices to the previous Devil Emperor-the one they always called the Great Lord.

But then…” His voice trailed off, his eyes gleaming with understanding.

Shea nodded.

“But then you took over his position.

And since the old Great Lord was dead, their sacrifice ceremony…” She didn’t even need to finish her sentence.

The head priest suddenly spoke, his voice desperate, cutting through the realization.

“O New Great Lord!” the priest fell to his knees, prostrating himself.

“I hope you do not mind accepting this offering… We have prepared her for you.” A sickening feeling twisted in Allen’s stomach.

The priest continued, his tone pleading, almost excited.

“She will serve you, O Great One!

She will please you and make you happy!” The veiled girl shuddered, her fingers weakly grasping at the silk that covered her.

“She is pure,” the priest swore, his voice fervent.

“No man has ever touched her.

And she…” He smiled beneath his golden mask.

“She will be desperate to serve you.” Allen felt disgust coil inside him.

His Devil Emperor avatar, standing at the altar, remained still for a moment, watching the trembling girl in the palanquin.

Then, slowly, his expression shifted.

The smirk faded.

The gleam in his eyes darkened.

“You… have tortured her,” he said, his voice devoid of amusement, devoid of the arrogant confidence from earlier.

It was quiet.

Cold.

His gaze snapped back to the head priest.

“For how long?” The priest froze.

His breath hitched.

His mask did nothing to hide the fear now bleeding from him.

The villagers, once eager, now hesitated, the realization creeping in that maybe, just maybe- They had miscalculated.

The fear in the air was palpable, a thick, suffocating presence that settled over the gathered villagers as their supposed Great Lord-the new Devil Emperor-stared down at them with crimson eyes that burned with something unreadable.

The head priest stammered, visibly trembling beneath his golden mask.

The villagers shifted, their once-enthusiastic whispers turning into hushed uncertainty.

“N-No!” the head priest finally burst out, his voice cracking.

“We-we never tortured her!

You are wrong!” His hands clenched into fists, his entire body language screaming desperation.

“We only prepared her, as we have done for generations!

This is our duty, our sacred tradition!” The Devil Emperor tilted his head slowly, eyes narrowing.

“Really?” The single word carried weight, mockery, judgment.

Then, without another word, dark energy surged from his fingertips.

The chains shattered.

The villagers gasped as the girl in the palanquin suddenly collapsed, her limp body freed from the invisible binds that had held her.

But before she could fall, the Devil Emperor moved-his form a blur of inhuman speed-and caught her effortlessly in his arms.

A sharp intake of breath rippled through the crowd.

The girl trembled, her entire body weak, her breath uneven.

She looked fragile, like a doll made of glass, her pale skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Then, to everyone’s shock, she clung to him.

Her fingers curled against the dark fabric of his coat, and with a soft, dazed moan, she tilted her head up-her flushed face desperate, her lips parted-and she kissed him.

The movement was hungry, needy, lust-driven-her hands moving, roaming over his body, pressing herself against him with unrestrained desperation that made even Allen’s real self, standing among his group, freeze.

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