Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1535

Chapter 1535: Too Messy, Too Wild
Villain Ch 1535. Too Messy, Too Wild

That was what made it hard—not the strength of the dragons, but the concentration required. He couldn’t settle into a rotation. He couldn’t focus on one enemy. The second he dropped his guard, one of them was already behind him, jaws open, fire building.

Allen spun, parried Valkazir’s tail, then immediately ducked as a blast of frost from Selgoraith passed overhead, freezing a whole section of the platform solid. Vivian slipped—but recovered, hurling her whip around a spike to catch her fall.

Allen narrowed his eyes.

Too messy.

Too wild.

But he could cut through it.

He gripped his sword tighter, muscles coiling like springs.

And then— Allen lunged.

The platform cracked under the sheer force of his movement. He surged forward like a living missile. Valkazir turned his horned head just in time to catch the blur of black and crimson before Allen’s blade slammed into his chest—piercing through infernal scale and embedding halfway into the dragon’s plated sternum.

Valkazir roared and thrashed violently. But Allen held on.

He planted one foot on the dragon’s chest, wrenched the sword free with a savage twist, and used Telekinesis Blast to launch himself backward into a flip—landing cleanly beside Shea, who was kneeling, panting, blood on her lips.

“Covering you,” he muttered.

Shea didn’t respond—only gave a tired nod before hurling another razor-feather at Selgoraith, who was circling high above and dripping seductive mist into the battlefield like a shroud.

Allen’s eyes scanned the chaos. Everything was chaos.

Glutthorg’s acid breath had melted half the arena into a sludge pit. Nizhaleth was weaving in and out of illusions, whispering poisonous thoughts that echoed around the space, confusing targets. Xerrak kept hoarding mana orbs to himself—absorbing even the girls’ failed spells and getting stronger with each stolen fragment.

It was a mess.

No one had a clean fight.

But they were surviving.

Barely.

Allen sprinted toward Bella, who was cornered—Xerrak looming above her, ready to snap down. Bella’s hands were glowing with fire and ice at once, but her expression was strained.

Allen moved faster.

He leapt—twisted mid-air—and brought his sword down between Xerrak’s jaws just as they began to close.

-CLANG!

The impact rang like a war bell, forcing the dragon’s mouth wide open with a blast of force. Bella rolled out of the way as Allen landed in front of her, sword held horizontally, eyes burning.

“You good?”

“I will be,” she panted. “Once that bastard dies.”

Allen nodded.

“Then let’s end him.”

He thrust forward—blade glowing with Soul Siphon, draining Xerrak and redirecting it into himself in a pulse of deep red light.

[HP Restored +41,000]

Bella followed up with a barrage of Ice Lances, freezing the dragon’s claw in place. Vivian’s whip snapped around its tail a second later, dragging it off-balance.

Allen didn’t wait.

He plunged his sword into the crack between Xerrak’s armored plates—and activated Abyss Shatter.

The glyph pulsed. The ground exploded. Dark crystal spikes erupted beneath the dragon’s belly, lifting it off the ground in a brief, brutal burst of force. Its entire body convulsed, shaking, then went limp.

[Xerrak, Maw of Greed – Defeated]

No time to breathe.

Selgoraith swooped down again, fast, mist trailing like silk behind her. Her illusions turned the ground into a haze of desire and despair—every image distorted, wrong. Allen nearly stepped into one, but Shea’s shrill Sonic Screech cleared the mirage.

Allen leapt, using Shadow Step to appear mid-air beside Selgoraith.

She turned—just in time to see his sword rip through her wing joint.

She shrieked in a strange, almost pleasured tone as she plummeted, spiraling out of control and crashing near Jane, who promptly cast Corpse Explosion into the crater where she landed.

Selgoraith didn’t rise.

[Selgoraith, Kiss of Lust – Defeated]

Allen stumbled as his boots hit the ground again. His stamina was draining faster now, but his aura still pulsed with hatred and momentum. He turned just in time to parry a strike from Nizhaleth—who’d reformed behind him, shadows leaking from her fanged mouth.

She mirrored his face again. His voice echoed from her mouth.

“You will fail. You always have.”

Allen didn’t hesitate.

He drove the blade into her gut and whispered, “Then watch me.”

He released the Demonic Orbs point-blank—each one blasting into her chest and neck until her form cracked like broken porcelain. She hissed one final time—and burst into shadow dust.

[Nizhaleth, Whisper of Envy – Defeated]

Across the field, he could see Vivian and Larissa fighting together—Vivian anchoring Valkazir’s wing with her whip while Larissa summoned blood spikes through the dragon’s feet, locking him in place.

Allen charged.

He vaulted off a fallen stone, landed on Valkazir’s back, and with a roar of his own, drove his sword between the beast’s horns.

[Valkazir, Blade of Wrath – Defeated]

Only two remained.

Glutthorg and Veldemorne.

Glutthorg had cornered Alice and Zoe, his gaping mouth drinking the mana from the air. Veldemorne floated above him, wings glowing, preparing another Lustfire Burst.

Allen sprinted into the center—toward both.

“Now!” he shouted.

Jane raised both hands.

” Death Nova.”

A shockwave of necrotic energy exploded outward, halting Glutthorg’s breath. Zoe used the moment to summon a crushing Leviathan’s Rage—binding the dragon’s neck in a torrent of oceanic force.

Allen leapt from behind and plunged the blade into Glutthorg’s belly—twice.

The dragon screamed, collapsed, and didn’t rise.

[Glutthorg, Maw of Gluttony – Defeated]

And then came Veldemorne.

She floated down, graceful and untouched, eyes gleaming.

“You may kill beasts,” she said, her voice echoing like wind in a cathedral, “but you are no king.”

Allen didn’t answer. He raised his sword, his aura flaring.

“Abyssal Descent.”

The sky turned black. The world dimmed. From the ceiling, an endless column of abyssal energy crashed down, enveloping Veldemorne and Allen in a spiraling storm of void.

Inside it—Allen charged through the wind, piercing her chest before she could even finish its casting.

Her crown cracked. Her body turned to light.

[Veldemorne, Queen of Pride – Defeated]

Then—

Silence.

Only the sound of ragged breathing.

The girls staggered toward him. Bloodied. Scuffed. Breathing hard. Bella was limping. Vivian was missing a chunk of her coat. Shea collapsed onto the stone, wings shaking.

Allen dropped to one knee, sword still clutched in a white-knuckled grip.

[Quest Update: Phase Two Complete]

[Phase Three Initiated: Throne Awakening Sequence]

[Quest Progression: 85% -> 90%]