Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1480

Chapter 1480: The Cursed Atrium [Part 2]
Villain Ch 1480. The Cursed Atrium [Part 2]

A horrible, echoing, metallic scream—like the sound of dying soldiers on a battlefield and rust grinding against bone all at once. The walls trembled. Even the dungeon’s cursed torches flickered violently, nearly extinguishing under the sheer weight of the sound.

“Holy shit,” Bella whispered, eyes wide. “It looks like someone scraped a war into a blender.”

“I hate it,” Shea muttered, harp glowing in her hands. “I hate it so much.”

Allen didn’t blink.

“Focus,” he said, stepping forward, blade already glowing with dark energy. “This thing’s death is the only thing between me and my next level.”

The Overlord Shade twitched.

Then it charged.

The Overlord Shade didn’t walk or stomp—it rushed, like a freight train of rusted blades and screaming shadow, tearing across the stone floor with terrifying speed. The ground shattered beneath it, every movement a burst of cursed momentum.

“Spread out!” Allen barked.

They barely moved in time.

The instant the Shade collided with their formation, shockwaves exploded outward. Allen slammed his sword into the ground and activated Barrier. Crimson energy flared to life in front of him just as the Shade’s massive halberd-arm came down with a thunderous impact.

The force rattled through Allen’s bones.

His shield cracked—barely held.

Behind him, Bella screamed a spell and unleashed Ice Storm, freezing the stone around the Shade’s legs, locking it in place for a breath. That was all they needed.

Vivian moved in fast, her whip already glowing with demonic energy. She lashed out, striking exposed gaps in the Shade’s form, forcing it to twist with a guttural grunt. “Gross bastard’s fast for something that ugly,” she muttered through clenched teeth.

Jane raised both hands. “Death Nova!”

Dark energy exploded from her, swirling into a vortex that slammed into the monster’s side. Parts of its warped body flickered and melted in the spell’s blast radius.

But the Overlord Shade shrieked again—a shriek that burned through the air—and suddenly, its body pulsed with cursed energy.

“Watch it—!” Zoe shouted.

With a blinding surge of shadow, the Overlord Shade split.

Seven copies.

Each smaller, leaner, but no less deadly. Their glowing eyes blinked in unison before scattering in every direction—one for each of them.

“Shit,” Bella cursed. “One for each?!”

“This thing’s evolved,” Allen muttered, adjusting his stance. His muscles tensed, his body already anticipating the burn, the sting, the impact.

The Shade-clone before him was already moving—less a beast now, more like a corrupted knight made of blade and armor.

It struck first.

Allen parried the halberd strike with the flat of his blade, sliding back a few steps as sparks flew. He activated Demonic Orbs, sending a cluster of dark projectiles hurling at the clone’s exposed midsection. The impact rocked the creature, causing its limbs to twitch unnaturally.

He didn’t pause.

“Dark Storm.”

A violent wave of shadow swirled outward from Allen, crashing into the clone and chipping away chunks of corrupted metal. The Shade roared, its eyes flaring.

Allen rolled to the side as a flail-arm swept over his head and countered with Telekinesis Blast, launching the creature into a nearby pillar. Stone cracked. Dust flew.

He wasn’t unscathed.

A shallow gash burned across his side where the Shade’s earlier slash grazed him, and a faint scorch along his arm from the shriek that preceded the split—like the sound itself left a wound.

But he didn’t slow down.

The Shade’s twisted form surged from the debris in a rush of blackened metal, its mangled halberd arm swinging violently toward Allen’s neck. He met the strike with a perfect parry, steel ringing harshly through the atrium, sending vibrations jolting painfully up his arm. Allen clenched his jaw, forcing himself steady despite the tremors coursing through his muscles.

He retaliated swiftly. “Demonic Lance!” Dark energy surged from his palm, forming a sharp, shadowy spear that tore straight through the creature’s shoulder, leaving a gaping hole. But the Shade barely staggered, swinging its massive flail-arm wildly again in furious arcs, forcing Allen back, each miss shattering the ground and sending shards of stone flying past him.

Allen activated Barrier just as another strike hammered into his defenses, the crimson shield shuddering violently under the pressure. The force sent him sliding backward, boots scraping against the ground, muscles straining to hold position. The impact reverberated through his bones, igniting searing jolts of pain throughout his body.

Gritting his teeth, Allen dropped low, rolling under the Shade’s follow-up swing, narrowly avoiding its jagged edge. The sharp breeze sliced across his cheek, leaving a thin trail of heat—a warning he’d almost lost his head. Allen’s heartbeat thundered in his ears, adrenaline sharpening his senses. Everything around him was crystal clear: the grinding screech of the Shade’s metal limbs, the taste of dust in the air, the acrid smell of burning stone.

He sprang upright, spinning instantly. “Demonic Orbs!” Allen hurled a cluster of shadowy orbs that detonated upon impact, momentarily staggering the Shade backward. It roared—a grating, metallic howl that shook Allen’s eardrums. The shrill sound clawed at his mind, making his vision blur slightly before he forced his focus back, pushing through the pain.

“Enough!” Allen growled, frustration rising as the creature stubbornly refused to fall.

The Shade shrieked again, louder, more agonizingly piercing, the echo hammering through Allen’s skull. Pain erupted inside him, like hot blades pressed into his temples. He clenched his teeth harder, gripping his sword tightly, forcing his body to obey despite the agony radiating through him.

Allen lunged forward in retaliation, his blade wreathed in crackling shadows. “Dark Storm!” He swept his sword upward in a fierce arc, summoning a powerful surge of swirling shadow that slammed violently into the Shade’s torso. Metal plates ripped free, spinning away as the monster was pushed violently backward.

Yet the beast recovered instantly, unfazed by the loss of armor, red eyes blazing with unbridled fury. Allen took a breath, pulse racing, aware he needed something more decisive. He had to push harder.

“Alright then,” he whispered harshly. “Hellfire Rain!”

The dungeon’s air ignited above, dark flames cascading down in molten streaks of shadowy fire. The flames engulfed the Shade, searing its monstrous form. The smell of scorched metal filled Allen’s nostrils, smoke billowing around them thickly.

But the Shade erupted from the flames, relentless, driven by madness, swinging wildly again. Its halberd slashed across Allen’s Barrier, shattering the defensive shield into crimson fragments.