Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1532

Chapter 1532: Seven Thrones
Villain Ch 1532. Seven Thrones

His eyes were glowing red now. His breath slow. Measured.

Then—

“Demonic Aura…”

[Attack and Defense increased by 250%]

[Enemies within 10 meters: Attack and Defense reduced by 50%]

[Countdown: 15:00]

Allen’s body ignited with dark flame. Crimson veins of energy lit up his arms and chest, crawling like cracks through his skin. Horns coiled from his forehead, and jagged wings of abyssal mist flared wide from his back.

His aura erupted outward—visibly distorting the air.

Veydran’s eyes widened. Its body shrank away slightly, instincts screaming.

Allen vanished.

“Void Mirage.”

He left behind a glowing silhouette, which ran forward and mimicked a strike. Veydran lunged at it instinctively—boom—it exploded on contact, flaring with pressure and force, blowing the beast’s head sideways.

From the left, Allen dropped from the air like a reaper descending on judgment day.

His sword crackled with abyssal energy as he slammed it down, embedding the blade into Veydran’s shoulder, twisting it mid-impact.

The dragon screamed, rearing up violently and dislodging him.

Allen landed hard but tucked into a roll, flipped back to his feet, and raised a hand.

“Stay down,” he muttered.

“Stone Curse.”

Dark glyphs spread from beneath the dragon’s claws—Veydran froze as grey stone rapidly overtook its legs, locking it in place. The petrification didn’t last long—just a few seconds—but Allen didn’t need long.

“Abyss Shatter!”

He slammed his blade into the ground.

The floor cracked violently, and a pillar of abyssal power detonated outward from his position. Black spikes of energy erupted upward, impaling Veydran’s lower half. The ground beneath the dragon shattered, and a shockwave rippled through the arena.

[Veydran’s DEF reduced by 30% for 10 seconds.]

Allen surged forward through the dust cloud, his blade dragging at his side like a guillotine waiting to fall.

Veydran roared and exhaled—ice and fire swirling together in a blast aimed straight at him.

Allen didn’t dodge.

“Barrier!”

The elemental breath hit the barrier like a tidal wave—flames licked at the edge, ice crystals formed along the sides—but it held.

Behind the translucent shield, Allen grinned.

“You’re not even trying.”

He dropped the barrier and charged head-on through the lingering breath.

“Soul Siphon.”

A glowing, writhing tether of dark energy lashed from Allen’s outstretched hand to Veydran’s chest. The beast convulsed, bellowing as its life force was ripped from it, its strength feeding directly into Allen’s body.

[HP Restored: +62,000]

Allen appeared beneath its chin.

He jumped—again.

Sword raised, wings flaring.

And then he fell.

He didn’t just stab this time. He drove the sword down into the dragon’s throat like a thunderbolt, powered by the full force of his demonic form.

The impact shook the entire gate platform.

Veydran shrieked, choking on its own blood.

Allen pulled the sword out in a wide arc—carving across the beast’s neck—and flipped off its body, landing several feet away in a crouch.

Veydran collapsed, limbs twitching, flames sputtering in its mouth.

Still alive.

Barely.

It tried to rise.

Allen didn’t speak.

He just pointed one hand upward.

“Demonic Lances.”

Fifty glowing spears of abyssal energy formed above him, shimmering with dark light. With a flick of his wrist, they launched.

The first three lances hit its chest.

The next four pinned its wings.

The rest rained down onto its skull like nails in a coffin.

[Infernal Veydran – Lv. 257 – Defeated]

[+15 Dragon Shards Acquired]

[Gate Status: Guardian 1/2 – Eliminated.]

Allen rose slowly, steam rising from his skin. His breathing was steady, but his eyes were still glowing—burning crimson with residual wrath.

He turned toward the others—just in time to see Seraxis screech in its final death throes as Zoe and Jane landed the finishing blows, Vivian wrapping her whip around its horn and yanking the beast’s skull downward just before Larissa impaled it with a blood-forged pike.

[Frostburn Seraxis – Lv. 259 – Defeated]

[+17 Dragon Shards Acquired]

[Gate Status: Guardian 2/2 – Eliminated.]

Silence.

Then…

[Quest Progression: 65% -> 78%]

[Tier 2 Gate Unlocked.]

[The Abyssal Throne Beckons.]

The massive gate before them groaned.

A crack split down the center, light bleeding through. Not bright. Not holy. A dark, pulsing light—like a second heartbeat thudding deep underground.

Allen rolled his neck, wiped the blood from his jaw, and dragged his sword behind him as he approached.

Every step echoed.

Because beyond this gate?

Was the Abyss.

And Allen was done knocking.

The massive gate creaked open with a sound like grinding stone and weeping metal, the two jagged slabs groaning apart inch by inch until the full chamber beyond revealed itself—dark, wide, and ancient in a way that made even the system UI hesitate to overlay its usual location marker.

No name appeared.

Just silence.

And the cold.

Allen took the first step forward, dragging his sword behind him, its edge still stained with Veydran’s blood. The girls followed in slow formation, all their usual banter and comments long gone, replaced by wary glances and silent breathing. This place wasn’t like the other caves or dungeons.

It wasn’t just dead.

It was watching.

The floor was obsidian, polished to a mirror-like sheen, but cracked in thin, lightning-shaped patterns that pulsed with slow, dull red light—almost like veins. Every step echoed unnaturally loud, even though their boots made no more contact than usual.

Above, the ceiling stretched so far it was lost in darkness, though massive stone chains hung down intermittently, some broken, some still bound to rusted anchors.

At the center of the chamber stood a massive circular platform, raised just a few feet above the rest of the floor. Around it were seven massive thrones—empty, cracked, scorched. Symbols hovered above them, faded and broken. Demon sigils. Long-lost.

But one was whole.

The largest.

At the back.

It pulsed faintly as Allen stepped forward, like it recognized him.

And at the center of the platform was a glyph. Not carved. Not placed. Burned into the stone itself by something that wasn’t mana. It pulsed with abyssal energy, sharp and alive, like it might lash out if touched.