Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1475

Chapter 1475: Order of Valiance’s Duo (Dragon Bonus)
Villain Ch 1475. Order of Valiance’s Duo (Dragon Bonus)

The Emperor twisted elegantly, barely dodging Gil’s blades. “Predictable,” he teased, grinning wickedly.

Gil growled, his calm composure slipping slightly. “Shut up.”

They moved in perfect harmony—Elio and Gil, an impeccable, practiced dance.

Elio advanced, shield raised defensively, sword stabbing forward with devastating accuracy.

Gil flickered in and out of shadow-form, exploiting gaps in the Emperor’s defense.

Yet, horrifyingly, impossibly, the Emperor parried every single strike. His blade moved effortlessly, precisely intercepting Gil’s rapid attacks while simultaneously countering Elio’s heavy blows.

Watching from the ground, Eren felt small. Insignificant. Even watching Elio fight with every ounce of his impressive skill, the Emperor made it look easy. Effortless.

“You’re holding back, Devil Emperor,” Elio said sharply, frustration and respect mingling in his tone. “Why?”

The Emperor’s smile widened. “I’m savoring the moment, Paladin. It’s not every day I get to dance with someone who knows the steps.”

Gil materialized again, eyes glinting with fury. “Don’t underestimate us!”

Shadows surged wildly around him, forming dark tendrils that lashed out aggressively toward the Emperor.

The Emperor countered with an easy wave of his hand—Dark Storm whipped forward, dispelling Gil’s shadows violently, knocking him back.

But Elio pressed forward undaunted. With fierce determination, he unleashed a rapid sequence of holy-infused sword strikes, each swing illuminated brightly, golden trails of power cutting through the dungeon gloom.

The Emperor’s crimson eyes narrowed slightly, finally showing signs of genuine interest. “Better,” he purred softly. “Much better.”

The Devil Emperor met Elio blow-for-blow, blade dancing with such speed and precision it seemed inhuman. Their fierce clash echoed, deafeningly loud, as Gil swiftly recovered and re-entered the fray, stabbing viciously from the shadows, timing each strike flawlessly.

The other players watched, frozen, too frightened to move closer or even run away. The fight between these titans wasn’t something they’d ever seen before.

Eren remained limp on the cold stone, humiliation burning hotter inside him. How foolish he’d been to believe himself ready. Watching Elio and Gil fight the Emperor, he finally understood how deep the chasm really was.

Gil lunged again, slipping beneath a deadly strike, daggers flashing toward the Emperor’s throat. He was so close—yet the Emperor’s blade appeared at the last instant, deflecting effortlessly.

“You’ll have to try harder,” the Emperor whispered, voice dripping with poison honey. “Impress me.”

Elio’s expression darkened. “You talk too much.”

Golden energy surged around Elio. Radiant holy light erupted from his blade—a skill Eren had never even seen. It rippled forward, enveloping the area. A purification field meant to suppress darkness.

Yet the Emperor simply laughed. “Ah, now that’s impressive. But still… not enough.”

Then, suddenly, the Devil Emperor vanished.

Gil whirled desperately, shadows flaring outward protectively. “Where did he—”

“Behind you!” Elio shouted urgently.

Gil spun, barely deflecting the lethal strike aimed for his heart. The Emperor’s sword slashed across Gil’s arm, leaving a deep wound. Blood dripped freely, staining the floor, but Gil refused to retreat, eyes defiant.

“You’re resilient,” the Emperor whispered softly, lips curving into a dark smile, “but resilience alone can’t save you.”

In an instant, he launched another blindingly fast strike. Gil stumbled backward, pain crossing his face, breath hitching.

Eren felt dread pooling deeper.

Gil, their second-strongest player, looked utterly overwhelmed.

Elio surged forward protectively. “That’s enough!”

The Devil Emperor turned to him lazily, almost lovingly, as if Elio’s furious expression pleased him greatly. “Jealous?”

Elio’s face tightened. “Leave him alone.”

“So noble,” the Emperor chuckled softly. “But are you strong enough to protect him?”

They collided again fiercely. Elio poured all his strength into every swing, every slash, every desperate counter. But the Emperor matched him at every step, utterly unscathed, untouchable, effortless.

At last, the Emperor leapt back, landing gracefully. His crimson gaze glittered with excitement, satisfaction. “Better,” he murmured quietly. “So much better.”

Elio breathed heavily, drained, yet eyes unwavering. “Don’t mock us.”

The Emperor smiled slowly, dangerously. “Oh, I never mock. You amuse me.”

Elio’s grip tightened on his sword, his holy aura glowing brighter, a golden radiance pulsing around his heavy armor. Gil crouched nearby, shadows swirling at his feet like living mist, twin daggers poised for a strike.

They were breathing hard. Focused. Not panicked—but tense. No words passed between them. They didn’t need to talk. They’d fought together long enough to read each other’s rhythm, to know when to strike and when to pull back. But this… this wasn’t just a raid boss.

This was the Devil Emperor.

And he hadn’t even broken a sweat.

“He’s still at full health,” Gil muttered under his breath, eyes darting over the Emperor’s status bar.

Elio didn’t answer. He just adjusted his stance. The dungeon around them had quieted, like even the cursed stones knew better than to interrupt.

“You really think you can win?” the Devil Emperor asked casually, lifting his blade with one hand and gesturing them forward with the other. “Or is this your way of dying with dignity?”

“Try us,” Elio growled, and lunged.

Light exploded with every strike. Holy power surged from Elio’s sword, crashing into the Emperor’s blade in sparks and shockwaves. Each blow came faster, harder, with everything Elio had—every technique, every buff, every ounce of honed skill.

The Emperor parried it all.

Effortlessly.

He moved like water. No wasted steps. No panic. When Elio slammed down a powerful vertical strike, the Emperor stepped aside, letting the blade crack the floor harmlessly.

Elio spun with the momentum, shield raised, already blocking the Emperor’s quick counter. Steel rang out, deafening.

Then Gil vanished.

The Shadow Reaper flickered in and out of the air, flashing behind the Emperor in a split-second and unleashing a ruthless flurry. His Hiding ability cloaked the daggers in black mist, enhancing critical damage.

But the Emperor didn’t even turn.

He tilted.

Just enough.

Gil’s blades passed through his afterimage.

“What—!”

The Emperor’s voice was behind him. “Too slow.”

A quick strike landed on Gil’s side, cutting deep. Gil cursed and backstepped, vanishing into shadow again.