Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1435

Chapter 1435: The Last Soldiers of a Dead War [Part 1]
Villain Ch 1435. The Last Soldiers of a Dead War [Part 1]

Allen tilted his head slightly, the gears in his mind turning. “If this project was meant to open a gate into my domain…” His eyes gleamed faintly. “Then it means they were playing with abyssal energy.”

Zoe blinked. “And?”

Allen smirked. “And that means there’s something dangerous as hell waiting for us in this dungeon.”

A low hum ran through the facility—like the building itself was listening.

The team tensed.

A cold draft rushed through the hall, carrying the faint scent of rotting metal and old magic.

Something shifted in the darkness beyond the hallway.

Vivian lifted a brow. “Yeah, okay, something heard you.”

A metallic screech echoed through the ruins.

Then another.

Then dozens.

Allen grinned, stretching his fingers. “Well then.” He cracked his neck, turning toward the sound. “Let’s go see what their little gateway experiment left behind.”

The deeper they went, the colder it became.

Not the normal kind of cold.

This wasn’t the chill of an air-conditioned lab or the natural cold of a deep underground facility. This was unnatural. It crawled into their bones, made their skin prickle, made every breath feel heavier.

And then there were the voices.

Not just the usual murmurs of the Forsaken Scientists.

These were different.

“…Please… help…”

A soft whisper, barely audible, weaving through the darkness like a thread.

Another voice. Male.

“…Stop… please stop… I can’t take it anymore…”

Bella gritted her teeth, flicking her tail in agitation. “I hate this place.”

Shea rolled her shoulders, the tension in her body visible. “It’s not like horror movies where something jumps out at you,” she muttered, voice low. “It’s worse. Because we know what happened here.”

It wasn’t just monsters they had to fight.

It was the memories of people who were still suffering, even after death.

The further they walked, the more the echoes grew louder.

Footsteps in the distance. A chair scraping against the floor. The sound of metal against bone.

Then— A woman’s voice.

Not distant. Not whispering.

Rough. Bitter. Furious.

“…It was supposed to be a breakthrough…”

The team stilled.

A faint static crackled through the air, almost like a corrupted system notification.

The voice continued, filled with anger—and madness.

“…Not like this… not like this… We were supposed to control it… to contain it… We were going to change everything…”

Allen let out a slow breath, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Well,” he murmured, “seems like we’re walking in the right direction.”

Jane side-eyed him. “You would find this funny.”

They pressed forward.

And finally, they reached a door.

Not like the rusted, broken-down ones they had passed before.

This one was intact.

The emblem of a high-ranking officer was stamped into the steel. The edges of the door glowed faintly, humming with old arcane locks.

Zoe raised an eyebrow. “Office of someone important.”

Larissa glanced at Allen. “Think our mysterious sorcerer left something behind?”

Allen smirked, reaching out. “Only one way to find out.”

He pressed his hand to the door.

A faint ripple spread across the metal.

Then—it unlocked.

The door creaked open, revealing an untouched office.

Compared to the bloodstained, ruined halls outside, this place felt almost normal.

The desk was neatly arranged, stacks of old reports piled on the sides. A large, cracked monitor sat at the center, its screen flickering with corrupted data.

But the thing that stood out the most—

Was the journal.

A thick, leather-bound book, its pages yellowed with age, resting at the very center of the desk.

Vivian let out a low whistle. “Well, well. Someone liked their old-school notes.”

Alice scoffed. “What, the psycho sorcerer kept a diary?”

Allen picked it up, flipping the cover open. His fingers brushed against the old pages, feeling the rough texture of handwritten ink.

And then—he read.

[Day 1]

The first page was neatly written, the ink smooth, deliberate, as if written by a steady hand unburdened by guilt or doubt.

[Knowledge is power. I have always believed this. I have dedicated my life to the pursuit of understanding—pushing beyond the boundaries of what we once thought impossible. Magic and science are not meant to be separate forces; they are two sides of the same coin. If we can master them both, we will ascend beyond mortal limitations.

The council has given me the authority to begin. A project unlike any before it. A chance to prove my theories correct—to create a bridge between our world and the untouchable realms beyond.

We will open a gateway to the Devil Emperor’s domain.]

[Day 34]

The ink was darker, the strokes sharper, written with more force than necessary.

[The council grows impatient. They speak of war, of strategy. I speak of discovery, of expansion. But they do not care for knowledge. They want power. They want control. I was a fool to think otherwise.

They want to force the Devil Emperor’s power into their hands. To build a path directly into his domain, to march into Hell itself and lay claim to what does not belong to them.

They do not understand. I tried to warn them—the balance of the abyss is not something to be trifled with. Even if we succeed in opening a gateway, what then? Do they believe they can chain the darkness? Do they think they can leash a god?

They will fail. And the cost will be unimaginable.]

[Day 67]

[The experiments have begun.

Not on magical constructs. Not on summoned entities. But on people.

I was told this would be a project of healing. A way to mend the broken, to bring back those who could no longer fight. A way to turn devastation into salvation.

But they lied.

The soldiers… the ones too injured to fight… they were never meant to recover. They were meant to become something else. To be reforged into monsters.

And I—I gave them the means to do it.]

[Day 98]

The ink was smudged here, like the page had been touched by shaking hands.

[I should have walked away. I should have left the moment I saw what they were doing. But I didn’t.

Not out of loyalty. Not out of fear.

But because of one terrible mistake.

I have already helped them too much.

The machinery, the runes, the spellwork—my work is woven into it all. If I leave now, someone else will take my place, and the machine will continue, unaltered. If I stay… maybe I can undo what I’ve done. Maybe I can destroy it from within.]