Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1533

Chapter 1533: Dragons of the Seven Sins [Part 1]
Villain Ch 1533. Dragons of the Seven Sins [Part 1]

Larissa narrowed her eyes, stepping forward slowly. “Seven thrones? Like… the Seven Sins?”

Vivian’s eyes sparkled as she eyed the thrones. “So… for us, then?” she said with a grin, flashing a look at the others.

Bella laughed nervously. “Please don’t say it like that. You make it sound like we’re already cursed.”

Jane looked unusually energetic. “Should we sit on them? I mean, come on. They’re just asking for someone dramatic to take the seat.”

Shea flapped her wings and hovered above the thrones, brow furrowed. “It could be a trap. We’re literally in the center of the Abyss. I vote we don’t touch the big creepy chairs right away.”

“You’re no fun,” Jane pouted.

Allen remained quiet for a moment, just staring at the glyph in the center.

Then he spoke. “I’m more interested in the platform.”

The girls turned toward him.

“Cover me,” he said simply. “If something happens, don’t hesitate.”

They nodded without question. Vivian moved to his left flank, Larissa to the right, while Zoe and Bella spread out toward the rear. Jane started prepping her Bone Walls, just in case, and Alice silently activated her Shadow Bind in standby. Shea hovered above, eyes tracking the ceiling for falling debris—or worse.

Allen stepped toward the glyph.

The moment his boot touched the edge of the formation.

-WUMMMMMP.

The whole platform trembled.

The glyph lit up in a blinding violet-red pulse that surged upward in a pillar of light. The air rippled. The thrones groaned and cracked, mana rushing through their forgotten veins.

Then…

They appeared.

Seven columns of light shot down from the ceiling—slamming into the thrones one by one. The force cracked the floor, shaking the entire chamber.

Each throne awakened.

One by one, the dragons of sin materialized atop the seats.

Not ordinary dragons.

These were greater beings—avatars of concepts. Their bodies twisted by the abyss, massive and monstrous. Each pulsed with an aura that made the air burn, freeze, sicken, and warp in turns.

Glutthorg, Maw of Gluttony <Lv. 265>

Valkazir, Blade of Wrath <Lv. 264>

Nizhaleth, Whisper of Envy <Lv. 263>

Veldemorne, Queen of Pride <Lv. 266>

Drosma, Plague of Sloth <Lv. 262>

Xerrak, Maw of Greed <Lv. 264>

Selgoraith, Kiss of Lust <Lv. 263>

Each dragon bore marks of their sin.

Glutthorg’s belly split into maws that devoured mana from the air.

Valkazir’s body was laced with infernal blades, constantly dripping blood.

Nizhaleth’s eyes mirrored whoever stared at her, like she wore your face instead of her own.

Veldemorne’s body shimmered with weird beauty and unbearable heat.

Drosma barely moved, leaking necrotic aura that drained stamina.

Xerrak had gold embedded into his bones, coins hanging from his ribs.

Selgoraith’s wings shimmered like silk, her movements enticing, graceful, wrong.

“Oh my god,” Jane whispered, eyes wide. “Can we ride them later?”

Bella elbowed her, eyes not leaving the dragons. “Shhhh!”

The seven dragons shifted as one—leaning forward, their combined aura pressing against Allen. The glyph beneath him hissed, reacting to their presence.

Then, they spoke—all at once, their voices layering over each other like a distorted choir.

“You stand before the Thrones of Sin. Only those who command power beyond mortality may walk this path. You are no king yet. But the Abyss has opened one eye to you.”

Allen stood tall, unfazed. “Then what must I do?”

The dragons growled, heads shifting.

Veldemorne’s voice rose above the others—smooth, sharp.

“Power must be proven, not claimed.”

Nizhaleth hissed.

“You wish to stand before Him? Then we shall see.”

Glutthorg’s many mouths dripped void saliva.

“One who consumes more than the world gives…”

Selgoraith purred, her tone almost playful.

“One who tempts death and commands desire.”

Drosma yawned lazily.

“Or one who dares to disturb the ancient rot…”

Valkazir’s wings snapped open with a sound like blades unsheathing.

“You will fight.”

Xerrak’s chains clinked as he lifted his head.

“And we… shall decide.”

[Quest Updated: Trial of Succession – Phase 2 Initiated]

[Prove your power before the Thrones of Sin.

Defeat the Seven Sin Dragons to earn the Abyssal Throne’s permission.]

[Quest Progression: 78% -> 85%]

Allen took a slow breath.

His demonic aura flared again—his blade lifting to rest on his shoulder. His glowing red eyes locked on the dragons.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Vivian smirked from behind. “He’s smiling again.”

“Who’s first?” Allen asked the dragons. “Or are you all coming at once?”

The dragons all stood.

Their wings stretched out, touching one another, forming a circle of monstrous shadows around the group.

Then they roared in unison—shaking the entire abyssal chamber.

Their answer was clear.

All seven were coming.

Together.

And Allen wouldn’t have it any other way.

The moment the dragons launched from their thrones, the air shattered. The pressure alone was like standing at the center of a storm’s eye. Mana howled around them, warping the ground, cracking the abyssal glyphs underfoot as the very dungeon seemed to reject the chaos about to unfold.

But Allen didn’t move.

His sword was already in his hand.

His eyes gleamed red beneath the flickering shadows of his cloak.

And the throne room became a war zone.

“Demonic Aura.”

[Skill Activated: Demonic Aura]

[Attack +250% Defense +250% ]

[Enemies within range: Attack and Defense -50%]

Valkazir, the Blade of Wrath, struck first.

He dove from above, his infernal blade-wings screeching as they ignited into flame. His massive claws tore at the ground, cracking stone, aiming directly for Allen’s head.

Allen responded with calm precision.

“Void Mirage.”

An illusion dashed forward—Valkazir bit into it and triggered the explosion. The detonation sent the dragon reeling, and Allen reappeared a second later above him, sword descending in a flaming arc.

The blade bit into Valkazir’s shoulder with a sickening crunch, black ichor spraying upward. Allen twisted mid-swing, dragging the sword free in a spiral before landing on the dragon’s back with a heavy slam.

Valkazir bucked, slamming into a pillar. Allen vaulted off, twisting in mid-air.

“Demonic Lances.”