Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1531

Chapter 1531: Flame And Ice
Villain Ch 1531. Flame And Ice

They moved slowly.

The gate was only a hundred meters ahead—looming, enormous, and carved with shifting abyssal runes that didn’t stay still when he looked at them. It pulsed with an eerie, low frequency that vibrated through their bones.

Each step closer made the air denser, colder, like they were walking deeper into something alive.

But the path?

It wasn’t safe. Not even close.

The smooth obsidian floor leading to the gate looked like polished glass at first—but the moment Allen stepped onto it, a faint clicking echoed from the walls.

“Wait,” Jane said. “Something’s not—”

-FWIP—CLANK—SNAP!

Rows of spear-like stakes shot up from hidden crevices under the floor, stabbing toward Allen’s legs. He moved instinctively—backstepped, twisting his torso just enough for the tip to miss by a hair. The metal scraped across his vambrace, but didn’t pierce.

“Trap,” Allen muttered.

“No shit,” Vivian huffed, already floating slightly above the ground. “It’s a hallway of death.”

The girls spread out.

Shea flared her wings and hovered above. Bella morphed her body slightly, using a fox-step technique to flicker short distances in pulses of wind. Jane summoned bone plates to test pressure points on the ground.

Allen didn’t change pace.

He stepped forward again—deliberately this time.

And the floor responded.

-CLACK!

A segment collapsed beneath his foot—not a spike trap this time, but a gravity glyph.

Allen fell a few meters, landing hard on a separate platform. The moment he hit, the walls around him whirred and glowed red.

“Oh come on,” he muttered.

Spinning buzzsaws burst from the sides.

“Barrier!”

The first blade screeched against his barrier, sparks flying.

Allen ducked, rolled beneath the second, then used Telekinesis Blast to hurl himself straight through the third—shield still up—as it ripped past his shoulder.

The blades stopped.

But now? The floor below him was glowing.

A second glyph lit up—this one purple.

“Allen, MOVE!” Zoe shouted from above.

He jumped just as a massive Curse Explosion detonated beneath him—corrupted mana flaring upward in a pillar of fire and necrotic frost.

He flipped in the air, cloak burning at the edges, and smashed his blade into the ledge above to anchor himself. Using brute strength, he pulled his body up.

“Okay,” he muttered, pulling himself back onto the main path. “We’re getting creative now.”

They kept going—testing each step, sometimes moving individually.

Larissa triggered a pressure rune that summoned a clawed hand from the ceiling, nearly dragging her upward.

Vivian cracked it in half with a snap of her whip.

Alice deflected a mirror glyph that tried to trap her inside an illusion.

Shea’s harp strings vibrated to detect sonic traps hidden in the path.

Allen didn’t avoid them all.

Sometimes, he let the traps come.

He blocked spinning glaives with his sword, then shattered the source rune beneath with a downward smash. He tanked a fire glyph and used Soul Siphon on the summoned flame entity to recover lost HP. Every time he destroyed a trap, two more tried to replace it.

But none of them stopped him.

He moved like a player possessed. Fluid, ruthless, a step ahead of every trigger.

And finally—they reached it.

The gate.

Thirty feet tall. Formed from jagged black stone and bone, fused with abyssal crystal that pulsed like a beating heart. It didn’t open—it breathed, like it was waiting for something.

Or someone.

Then…

[Tier 2 Trial Gate Reached]

[Warning: Guardian Presence Detected.]

[Opening gate requires trial purge.]

Two massive glyphs on either side of the gate lit up in unison.

With a shuddering roar, the floor cracked open—and from twin spirals of frost and flame, they appeared.

Infernal Veydran – Flame-Ice Hybrid Dragon <Lv. 257>

Frostburn Seraxis – Abyss-Blood Wyvern <Lv. 259>

Veydran was huge—twice the size of the average elite. Its body glowed with molten orange beneath silver scales, and it dragged flaming chains that pulsed with frost at the edges, each one spiked and rattling as it moved.

Seraxis was more streamlined. Sleek. Its wings were like blades of jagged ice, but flames hissed from its joints, giving off steam with every movement. Its roar sounded wrong, like it was cracking between fire and cold in the same breath.

Allen’s eyes locked onto them immediately.

“That Veydran is mine,” he said.

Larissa smirked. “Didn’t even have to ask.”

The others spread out. Shea went airborne for evasion. Jane prepared support undead in the back. Zoe and Alice took side flanks. Vivian stayed near Allen—just in case—but didn’t interfere.

The two dragons roared and charged at the same time.

Allen ran straight at them.

Veydran swung its chain.

Allen ducked low, sliding under the massive flaming links, his sword dragging sparks along the stone. He flipped forward just as Seraxis swept in from above—ice blades arcing down.

“Demonic Orb.”

Fifty orbs shot out mid-air, intercepting Veydran’ wing. One detonated, staggering it mid-flight.

Allen used the opening—twisting, he launched himself toward Veydran.

The fire dragon reared back and roared, unleashing a massive cone of flame.

“Barrier.”

Allen sprinted through the fire, shield flickering under the pressure, heat distorting the air around him.

He emerged from the other side—charred but grinning—and brought his sword upward in a vicious uppercut slash.

Steel met scale.

Sparks flew.

Blood sprayed.

Veydran staggered, shrieking.

Allen didn’t let up.

He pivoted, blade arcing in a wide horizontal sweep that crashed into the dragon’s exposed ribs. The impact rippled through the massive beast, bone and sinew cracking audibly under the force. Before the beast could react, Allen reversed his grip and plunged the sword upward into the joint behind Veydran’s front leg.

A guttural roar erupted from the dragon’s throat as blood geysered from the wound, hot and steaming, spattering across Allen’s chest and face. The stench of molten blood and scorched metal hit him like a punch—but he didn’t stop.

Veydran reeled back, swinging its massive tail with the force of a wrecking ball.

Allen dropped low, narrowly dodging the sweep, cloak torn as the tail grazed his shoulder. He slid across the ground, boots carving deep trails in the stone, and skidded to a stop.