Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1538

Chapter 1538: Target One Knight at a Time
Villain Ch 1538. Target One Knight at a Time

The first Abyssal Knight crashed forward, dragging a molten blade that left a trench of fire in the stone. Its purple-lit eyes locked onto Allen with the single-minded hunger of a war beast.

Allen lunged to meet it, cloak snapping behind him like a banner soaked in blood. His sword met the knight’s in a ringing clash that shook the ground, and the girls burst into motion behind him.

Their plan was simple. Brutal. Effective.

Concentrate.

Target one knight at a time.

Overwhelm.

Move to the next.

Vivian’s whip lashed the knight’s arms, locking its massive sword momentarily. Shea shot razor-feather projectiles into its joints, while Bella hurled twin lances of flame and ice that burst against its cursed armor. Jane’s undead clawed at its legs, holding it down just long enough for Allen to drive his sword straight through the blackened chestplate.

The knight crumpled, purple fire sputtering out.

[Knight 1/12 Defeated]

[Time Remaining: 1:43]

Allen didn’t pause. He spun on his heel, pointing at the next target.

The second knight charged, its blade howling as it cleaved the air—but Zoe unleashed Tsunami with a snarl, water and abyssal energy surging up to sweep the knights off their feet. Alice followed immediately with Void Sphere, trapping the knight mid-air in a swirling mass of dark magic.

Allen was already there, sword flashing once, twice, three times in brutal arcs that shattered the suspended knight’s helm and sent it crashing into the stone in a heap.

[Knight 2/12 Defeated]

[Time Remaining: 1:26]

Another knight broke rank, swinging wide at Larissa—only for her to smile and duck low, crimson bats bursting from her body and tearing at the knight’s exposed gaps. Vivian tripped its footing with her whip, while Bella finished it with a blast of compressed wind that crumpled its armor like tinfoil.

Allen closed the distance and finished the job with a swift, clean decapitation.

[Knight 3/12 Defeated]

The ground beneath their feet sizzled. The glyphs pulsed. Another trio of knights broke formation and came together—clever, trying to overwhelm.

Allen barked, “Focus left!”

Zoe hammered the leftmost knight with another tidal surge while Jane called forth her bone walls, forcing the center and right knights to crash into an impromptu cage. Vivian and Bella hit the stunned left knight with everything they had, spells and physical strikes alike, while Allen drove through the chaos like a blade through silk.

Another slash. Another impact.

Another knight fell.

[Knight 4/12 Defeated]

The battle was fast. Blurred.

They didn’t waste energy. No drawn-out duels. No heroic solo moments.

It was clean, savage teamwork—like a machine fueled by desperation.

Allen wove through the knights like a storm. Every strike was deliberate, targeting weak points, gaps in their armor, exposed joints, the flicker of cursed flames in their cores. Every opening was widened by a spell, a distraction, a snap of Vivian’s whip, a jarring impact from Shea’s dive-bomb strikes.

The fifth knight fell to a coordinated blast—Jane’s Death Nova staggering it, Bella’s Thunderbolt electrocuting its sodden armor, Allen’s sword delivering the finishing blow through its blackened heart.

[Knight 5/12 Defeated]

[Time Remaining: 1:07]

The air was thick now, heavy with the stench of molten metal, burnt mana, and blood. Sweat beaded on Allen’s forehead, dripping down his jawline. His cloak clung to his back. His hands were steady—merciless.

They moved faster now.

Sixth knight—finished under Allen’s blade after Zoe locked it down.

Seventh—pinned by Vivian’s whip and shredded by Shea’s sonic lances.

Eighth—Larissa and Alice combined forces, impaling it from both sides before Allen ripped its chest open with a brutal downward slash.

[Knight 8/12 Defeated]

The ninth knight roared—different, desperate—and charged Allen directly, blade raised in a reckless overhead strike.

Allen didn’t even blink.

He activated Shadow Step, vanishing into mist, reappearing behind the knight mid-swing, and drove his sword through the small of its back with a sickening crunch of splintering armor and snapping bone.

The knight dropped to its knees, purple light flickering out from its mouth like smoke.

[Knight 9/12 Defeated]

The final three came together, one wielding a tower shield, the others moving to guard its sides.

“Break the shield!” Allen barked.

Vivian and Shea flanked immediately. Vivian’s whip wrapped around the shield’s edges, pulling it down just a fraction, while Shea’s Tornado Dive slammed into it with enough force to stagger the formation.

Allen was already moving.

“Abyss Shatter!”

The ground erupted beneath the trio, dark spikes lancing upward, fracturing the shield knight’s footing and knocking the other two sprawling.

Allen rushed the shield bearer.

He spun into a low, brutal uppercut slash that tore the shield free from its arm. With a second spin, he drove the blade across the knight’s exposed throat, sending a geyser of cursed blood into the air.

[Knight 10/12 Defeated]

The eleventh tried to rise—only for Zoe’s Depths’ Grasp to yank it back down.

Allen leapt, sword reversed, and plunged the blade down through its helm.

[Knight 11/12 Defeated]

The twelfth knight staggered to its feet, burned and broken—but Larissa finished it herself. A crimson spear hurled straight through its core, pinning it against the cracked wall.

It spasmed once.

Twice.

Then fell silent.

[Knight 12/12 Defeated]

[Time Remaining: 0:31]

Silence fell again, deafening after the manic chaos.

Their chests heaved. Blood spattered their faces and armor. The smell of death and burnt magic filled their lungs.

Vivian wiped her brow with the back of her hand. “We did it…”

Jane collapsed onto the floor again with a groan. “My hands are going to cramp for a week.”

Bella spun and flopped backward onto the ground, tail flicking weakly. “I vote we never fight anything that doesn’t have a loot drop again.”

Allen stood in the center of the devastation, sword lowered, breath steadying. His gaze flickered upward as the system’s next notification pinged softly.

[Quest Progression: 90% -> 95%]

[Access to the Throne Chamber: Granted.]

Across the far end of the chamber, a door they hadn’t noticed before slammed open with a thunderous crack.

Cold, dense air poured from the passage beyond. The darkness inside it didn’t feel empty. It pulsed. It waited.