Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1436

Chapter 1436: The Last Soldiers of a Dead War [Part 2]
Villain Ch 1436. The Last Soldiers of a Dead War [Part 2]

[Day 121]

The writing was erratic, messy, words trailing into near-illegibility.

[The first wave of mutations has begun.

They scream at night. Even when sedated, they scream.

Some beg for help. Some beg for death. Some do not understand what has happened to them. They only know pain. And I… I am the reason they suffer.

The council says it is necessary. That sacrifice is required for victory. That we must be willing to walk through hell to claim dominion over it.

But we are not walking through hell.

We are creating it.]

[Day 134]

[The containment seals are weakening.

We have pushed too far. The rift is unstable. The energy leaks into the air, corrupting everything it touches.

The council refuses to stop.

They say we are too close. That if we hold steady, we will achieve our goal.

I have seen the truth. We will achieve nothing but ruin.]

[Day 145]

[I sabotaged the last ritual.

It wasn’t enough.

The energy backlash took half the research team, but the gateway remains intact. It pulses, alive, hungry. It is no longer a mere portal. It is a wound. A bleeding, festering hole in reality itself.

And it is watching us. The councils won’t like this. They will come after me. But I will be fine. I’m strong.]

[Day 161]

The final entry.

The words were jagged, carved into the page as if by clawed fingers, the ink smeared, almost like dried blood.

[It’s too late.

We thought we were opening a path to the Devil Emperor’s domain.

We were wrong.

Something else came through. Something older. Something worse.

We tried to contain it. We failed.

The facility is lost.

If you find this… leave. Destroy what remains. Do not let it spread. Do not let it find you. Do not—]

The entry cut off, the last word trailing into an inky, broken line.

And then— A low hum filled the room.

The walls shuddered.

The emergency lights flickered.

A system notification appeared in Allen’s vision.

[ New Hidden Event Unlocked: “The Gateway’s Hunger” ]

[ Warning: Unknown Entity Detected ]

The air grew heavier, pressing down on them.

Then— A voice.

Not from the journal.

Not from the ghosts.

Not from the system.

Something else.

Something listening.

“I see you.”

The words weren’t spoken. They felt.

Zoe stiffened, her tentacles curling inward, her normally sharp gaze flickering with something dangerously close to unease. “Okay,” she muttered, “I really hate this place.”

Jane let out a slow, measured breath. “That… wasn’t the sorcerer.”

Allen remained still, his crimson gaze sweeping across the dark corners of the office. The flickering emergency lights cast long, twisted shadows that seemed to move when they weren’t looking directly at them.

“No,” he murmured, a slow smirk curling his lips. “That was something else.”

The air thickened.

Then— A scraping sound.

From outside the door.

Slow. Deliberate.

Metal dragging against metal.

Vivian tilted her head, her whip snapping into her palm. “Tell me that’s just some leftover mutant we forgot to kill.”

Alice tightened her grip on her staff. “You know it’s not.”

Another sound. Footsteps.

But wrong.

Not the erratic, broken movements of the Forsaken Scientists. Not the frantic, desperate flailing of the mutated monsters. These were heavy, purposeful, measured.

Like marching boots.

“…Oh, hell,” Bella muttered.

The door creaked open.

And they walked in.

Enforcers of the Failed Order (Mini Boss) <Lv. 215>

There were four of them, their bodies clad in high-ranking military armor, though the once-polished metal was now corroded and fused with something darker. Their faces were hidden behind twisted, blackened visors, the faint glow of red optics pulsing beneath the cracked glass.

And their hands?

Each of them held a massive weapon—swords, axes, greatswords. Military-grade equipment, reinforced with something arcane, something that did not belong in human hands.

But the worst part?

They weren’t monsters.

Not like the others.

They still stood like soldiers. Moved like soldiers.

And when the one in front stepped forward, his helmet visor cracked just enough to reveal part of his face, Allen saw it.

A mouth.

Twisted into a permanent grimace, the flesh around it stitched shut, yet still moving as if trying to scream.

Allen clicked his tongue. “So,” he mused, “these are the guys who caught the sorcerer.”

The lead Enforcer turned its head toward him, the red optics blazing as if registering his words.

And then it spoke.

Not in a voice. Not in human words.

But in a warped, corrupted transmission, layered over with what sounded like hundreds of screams.

“Mission… terminated… subject classified… unacceptable failure…”

Jane’s lips curled in disgust. “Oh, that’s just fantastic.”

Shea let out a sharp breath, wings tensing. “They’re not just ghosts, are they?”

Allen’s smirk widened.

“Oh no,” he murmured. “They’re worse.”

The Enforcers took another step forward. Their weapons whined, energy crackling through the ancient steel. The ones who had hunted the sorcerer down, the ones who had ensured she couldn’t escape once the project fell apart. And now, they had new targets.

Allen’s smirk sharpened. He tilted his head, flexing his fingers, black flames licking at his palm.

“Alright,” he said, voice dripping with amusement.

“Let’s see what you bastards can do.”

The Enforcers attacked.

The room exploded into action.

The lead Enforcer moved first—blindingly fast, too fast for something in heavy armor. Its greatsword came crashing down, a monstrous swing meant to cleave Allen in two.

But he wasn’t there anymore.

In a blink, he had teleported behind it, his fingers snapping forward—Demonic Orbs surged from his hand, racing toward the enemy in a pulse of abyssal fire.

The Enforcer barely flinched.

The moment the orbs collided, its armor flared, absorbing the attack with an almost unnatural resistance.

Allen’s eyes narrowed. “Oh?”

Before he could react, another Enforcer was already moving.

It went for Shea first, its axe glowing with unstable energy.

Shea barely had time to twist away, her wings snapping open, sending her into the air just as the blade crashed into the ground, sending shockwaves through the floor.

“Son of a—” Shea snarled, lifting a hand—Tornado Dive activated, and a spiraling vortex of wind crashed down upon the Enforcer.