Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1591

Chapter 1591: Sacrifice
Villain Ch 1591. Sacrifice

The center head reared back, its eyes glowing with unholy light— then fired a beam of black-red energy that disintegrated anything in its path.

“IT’S TARGETING THE BACKLINE!” Eren shouted, already blinking behind cover.

“NOT ON MY WATCH!” Alex yelled again, hands shaking as he activated another barrier.

“Protection.”

[All damage reduced by 70% for 5 seconds]

The beam struck.

The light shattered.

But somehow—somehow—his shield held.

Until it didn’t.

Alex dropped to one knee, gasping, blue light flickering around him as his mana hit single digits. “I can’t… cast again… not yet.”

Lain immediately rushed to him, hand glowing. “I’ll cover you. You’ve done enough—”

“Not until I see everyone out of this,” he muttered, forcing himself to stand.

Meanwhile, Gil lunged, flinging daggers at the dragon’s rear legs.

“DOES THIS COUNT AS TACTICAL FLANKING OR AM I JUST LOSING IT?!”

“Yes,” Azura shouted, slicing through the shadow adds spawning from the center head’s wing bones.

Elio grunted, barely holding off the dragon’s next charge. “We’re not going to make it if we keep this up—!”

Arcana barked, “Keep hitting the left head! It’s buffing the others!”

“I’m TRYING!” James called out, loosing a charged shot straight into the glowing eye of the left head.

The head screeched, lurching, and for a moment—just a moment—the buffs across its body flickered.

[Status Effect Removed: Divine Scale Reinforcement]

“THERE! NOW’S THE TIME!” Arcana roared.

Red_King and Elio surged forward with synchronized strikes, smashing their weapons into its exposed flank. A massive chunk of the dragon’s armor peeled off, spraying cursed ichor into the air.

The dragon shrieked again. All three heads snapped toward them.

“Oh… oh shit,” Red_King muttered. “I think we pissed it off.”

“You THINK?!” Elio screamed.

Then Azdraeth jumped.

Its massive wings slammed down.

The world tilted.

And everything went dark—just as Father^Alex, with barely a sliver of mana left, whispered one last word.

“Divine Aegis.”

The moment the spell activated, a dome of pure golden light erupted from the ground, expanding like a heartbeat. It wasn’t like the usual cleric shields. No runes, no chanting choir. Just a single pulse—silent, absolute. Like time itself paused to let it happen.

The blast wave from Azdraeth’s landing hit the barrier.

-BOOM!

The pressure cracked the air. Flame and void energy slammed against the dome like a tidal wave trying to drown the sun. Screams echoed. Lightning crawled across the surface of the shield.

But it held.

[Divine Aegis – Converts Remaining HP and MP into Total Damage Absorption for All Allies Within Radius for 5 Seconds]

[Player Father^Alex has sacrificed himself!]

Inside the dome, the players blinked, coughing, wounded—but alive.

Alex dropped to his knees, then collapsed forward onto the cracked ground, his staff clattering beside him.

Elio rushed over. “Alex!”

The cleric was breathing—barely. Pale. Visibly shaking.

“I’m… fine,” he muttered hoarsely. “I will return…” Then his body disintegrated.

Outside the shield, Azdraeth roared again, all three heads pissed in their own way.

The regal head bellowed, “Sacrilege! That holy light—burn it down!”

The center head just hissed and licked the barrier. “Tastes like hope. Gross.”

And the right head tilted with a dumb smile. “Ooooooo shiny bubble! Can I lick it again?!”

“FOR THE LOVE OF THE SYSTEM, FOCUS!” Arcana yelled as the barrier began to fade.

“WE ARE!” Red_King shouted. “THE DRAGON’S LICKING US! THAT COUNTS AS INTERACTION!”

As the light flickered and dissolved, the battlefield came back into full view.

And it was carnage.

Over ten players had been killed in that single attack before Alex’s shield. Their names grayed out in the raid list like a funeral roll call. Those left standing? Most had HP bars below 50%, some even flashing red.

“HEALERS, SPREAD RECOVERY!” Elio barked.

“On cooldown!” Lain cried, breathless.

Sophia finally stepped forward, robes barely rumpled. Her face wore a perfectly composed smile—like this whole warzone was her stage. Of course, the Devil Emperor was watching.

“Rejuvenation Grace,” she said, and a wave of light spread from her fingertips.

It looked gorgeous. Shimmering particles danced around her like a goddess filter on max settings.

The effect?

Minimal.

[Allies Healed: +5% HP. Duration: 3 seconds. Cooldown: 45 seconds]

Elio glanced sideways. “Was that it?”

Sophia flipped her hair, calm. “I can’t overexert. I have a very delicate build.”

James, bleeding from three places, wheezed, “Your build is delicate. That’s the problem.”

“Enough,” Arcana grunted. “Back to positions. We hold the line—”

And then, as if scripted to ruin morale, a new sound echoed across the broken field.

A throne.

A massive, ornate obsidian chair surged from the earth itself, vines of screaming shadows entwined around it, as if built from the regrets of a thousand dead souls.

[The Devil Emperor has summoned: Throne of Dread]

And there he was. Reclining like royalty. One leg draped over the armrest. Eyes gleaming. An expression halfway between amused curiosity and ‘I’ll kill you all in five minutes.’

“Oh good,” he said dryly. “Still alive. That Divine Aegis was impressive. Respect.”

He gave a slow clap.

Somewhere in the corner, Gil raised a middle finger in response.

Then another figure emerged beside the throne—gliding with slow, measured steps.

Bare skin. Gleaming curves. A crimson whip coiled in one hand. Eyes like twin furnaces locked onto the players with hungry disdain.

It wasn’t one of his girls.

No.

It was Lust.

A boss monster. But somehow… she looked different.

She didn’t say a word. Just stared straight at the group—until her gaze settled on Azura.

Azura tensed. “Oh no…”

Lust smiled.

Then, with calculated grace, she sat down across the Devil Emperor’s lap like she belonged there.

He didn’t look at her. Didn’t smile. His eye twitched once. But he said nothing.

Gil muttered, “That man… is suffering.”

“I feel him,” Red_King added.

“Shut up, both of you,” Azura growled.

The Devil Emperor leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “By all means. Don’t stop now. I’m quite enjoying this. The blood. The chaos. The awkward tension. Keep dancing, heroes.”

Azdraeth screeched once more—flames and darkness spewing in opposite directions as it prepped another breath attack.

James’s hands shook on his bowstring. “We can’t take another hit like that…”