Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1430

Chapter 1430: Kneel!

Chapter 1430: Kneel!

Villain Ch 1430.

Kneel!

The Executioner stumbled-its armor cracked, its monstrous form momentarily off-balance.

Allen’s smirk widened.

“Feeling that yet?” The Executioner roared, the ground splitting as it slammed all six of its swords into the floor.

A pulse of corrupt energy spread outward, shaking the entire lab.

Allen jumped, narrowly avoiding the wave of force, landing lightly on the Executioner’s back.

“Bad move.” The Executioner twisted, trying to shake him off-but Allen planted his free hand against its armored spine.

And then-Stone Curse.

A dark crackling energy spread from his palm, petrifying sections of the Executioner’s back.

Its movements slowed, its arms twitching as the curse crawled across its form.

Allen leaped off, landing smoothly a few feet away, his sword resting against his shoulder.

The Executioner shook, struggling, fighting the curse.

Its monstrous eyes burned with rage, but Allen only tilted his head.

“Oh?

You don’t like that?” The curse spread further, locking two of its arms completely in place.

Allen didn’t hesitate.

He moved, dashing forward-his sword glowing with abyssal fire.

“Let’s fix that.” With a single, devastating slash, he cleaved through two of the Executioner’s blades.

The rusted weapons shattered, pieces of cursed steel clattering to the floor.

The Executioner screeched, its entire form trembling.

Allen wasn’t done.

He lifted a hand-and the air itself darkened.

Abyssal Descent.

A suffocating void engulfed the Executioner, swallowing the light, the air, the very essence of the battlefield.

Shadows wrapped around its form, dragging it down, binding it tight.

The Executioner struggled, its hooved legs scraping against the floor-but it was trapped.

Allen stepped forward, his crimson eyes burning through the darkness.

“Kneel.” The abyss crushed downward.

The Executioner-the monstrosity that had slaughtered countless enemies before-fell to one knee.

Its remaining swords dropped from its grasp.

Its body shook under the force of Allen’s magic.

Allen exhaled slowly, tapping his sword against his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice amused.

“That’s more like it.” The Executioner knelt before him, its remaining swords clattering to the ground, its body quivering under the crushing weight of Abyssal Descent.

It had taken brutal damage-its armor fractured, darkened veins pulsing unnaturally beneath its grotesque, mutated flesh.

Its glowing blue eyes flickered like a dying flame.

But then… A sound.

A deep, guttural grind, like metal being torn apart from the inside.

Allen’s smirk faded.

The Executioner twitched.

Then, it let out a screeching, ear-splitting roar-not of pain, but of something worse.

A system notification slammed into Allen’s vision.

[ Warning: The Mutated Executioner has entered RAMPAGE STATE.

] [ HP Remaining: 20% – Berserker Protocol Activated.

] [ All stats increased by 80%.

] Allen’s eyes narrowed.

The Executioner’s body lurched, cracks in its armor mending as raw energy coursed through it.

The blue glow in its eyes intensified into a searing, unnatural white.

Its remaining arms-four now-clawed at the ground, its hooved legs tensing like a predator about to pounce.

Then-it moved.

‘Too fast!’ Allen barely had time to twist, dodging a whirlwind of slashes that tore through the air where he had stood a second ago.

The sheer force of the attack sent a shockwave through the ruined lab, ripping through the steel walls.

Sparks and debris exploded outward.

Allen’s instincts screamed.

‘No more games.’ He leaped back, barely avoiding another devastating slash, his boots skidding across the cracked floor.

His grip on his sword tightened.

The Executioner didn’t pause.

It was no longer thinking-only attacking.

It lunged again, its six-foot-long sword swinging downward with earth-shattering force.

Allen raised his own blade, intercepting the strike with a metallic clang.

The impact vibrated through his arms, numbing his fingers.

‘Damn, it was heavy.’ The Executioner pressed down, its monstrous strength trying to crush him outright.

The ground beneath Allen’s boots splintered, deep cracks webbing out beneath them.

His teeth clenched.

“Yeah, that’s real fair,” he muttered.

Instead of pushing back, he shifted his weight sideways, letting the force of the Executioner’s own attack drag its blade down.

At the last second, he stepped aside and- -SLASH!

A sharp arc of Hellfire erupted from his sword as he swung, carving into the Executioner’s exposed side.

It screeched, its body convulsing from the searing flames-but instead of staggering, it whipped around, its knee slamming toward Allen’s ribs.

Allen twisted, barely avoiding the impact.

But the shockwave sent him flying backward, slamming into a rusted containment chamber.

The cold steel buckled under the force, sending a dull clang reverberating through the lab.

His vision flickered, the taste of iron thick in the back of his throat.

His ears rang.

No time to recover.

The Executioner charged, its swords spinning in a blur of death.

Allen forced his body to move-duck, sidestep, parry.

His sword flashed, intercepting blows that could have cut a man in half.

Sparks erupted with every clash, the air whistling as steel cut through it.

One missed block, and he’d be dead.

His breath was steady.

His heartbeat calm.

He had fought stronger.

He had survived worse.

Allen exhaled, shifting his stance.

He waited.

The Executioner lunged again, slashing all four swords in a downward X pattern.

Allen saw it-the opening.

In an instant, his blade vanished into black mist….

Then reappeared in his opposite hand.

Before the Executioner could react, Allen ducked low and dashed forward, slipping beneath the incoming blades.

He struck-a clean, devastating cut across the Executioner’s exposed leg.

The beast staggered, its body jerking unnaturally.

Allen didn’t stop.

A Telekinesis Blast erupted from his palm, slamming into the Executioner’s chest, sending it skidding backward.

Allen spun his sword, black flames licking the edges.

“Not so tough without all that brute strength, huh?” he muttered.

The Executioner roared, recovering almost instantly, its movements erratic, berserk.

Its blades lashed out wildly, cutting into the walls, sending debris raining down.

One of its swords tore through a sparking console.

A jet of steam erupted from the broken machinery, filling the room with an acrid, metallic stench.

The lab was falling apart around them.

Allen grinned.

Perfect.

He dashed forward, his sword raised, Hellfire Rain coiling around him.

The Executioner sensed the attack, swinging a desperate counter.

But Allen was already gone.

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