Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1592

Chapter 1592: Gladiator Coliseum
Villain Ch 1592. Gladiator Coliseum

“We won’t,” Arcana said. “We’ll end it first.”

But before they could charge again—

A horn sounded.

Far in the distance—above—the clouds tore open.

Dragons.

Not wyverns.

Real dragons. Majestic. Armored. Ridden by glowing figures bathed in light.

“Reinforcements incoming!” Elio shouted, his voice cracking from relief.

And leading them?

Warlord. Justice.Bringer. All of the previously fallen players.

And— Father^Alex.

Alive. A little bruised. Mana fully restored. Riding his silver-plated dragon.

The rest of the raid cheered.

The fallen returned, roaring through the sky.

They’d cleared the wyverns. They’d paved the way.

Dragons soared overhead, fire trailing in their wake. The blood-red clouds cracked open with holy radiance as more players poured into the battlefield—riding their own dragons, blinking in through saved scrolls. Shining paladins, dark rogues and mages glowing with stacked buffs. Over five hundred players now.

They were all the dead players. Including two other squads.

The air shifted.

Morale surged.

The Devil Emperor, lounging on his Throne of Dread, tilted his head slightly.

“…Well,” he murmured. “That could be a problem.”

He raised one gloved hand.

“Summon.”

Magic rippled like a tidal wave.

And then the sky screamed.

Two new dragons emerged from above the Crypts’ spires—massive, twisted things of nightmares.

One had wings that left trails of black mist and teeth like broken obsidian blades—its eyes burned with blue flame.

[Abyssal Dragon – Duskreaver (Lv. ???)]

The other was crimson as wet blood, its scales cracked and pulsing like a living wound, dripping cursed ichor as it roared in twin-pitched tones.

[Abyssal Dragon – Bloodmourne (Lv. ???)]

They dove.

Fast.

Straight at the returning players.

“Oh COME ON!” Gil screamed, dodging an exploding fireball that rained from Duskreaver’s mouth. “HOW MANY ABYSSAL DRAGONS DOES THIS GUY HAVE?!”

“I don’t know!” Elio shouted back. “They’re not even in the raid info!”

“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!”

“IT MEANS THIS ISN’T A RAID! IT’S A MASSACRE!”

The dragons crashed into the vanguard.

Justice.Bringer, still mid-air, blocked Bloodmourne’s talons with a shield. “HOLD FORMATION! KEEP PUSHING!”

Warlord landed hard with his weapon glowing. “CHARGE THE CRYPTS! SPLIT INTO CELLS—GUILD LEADERS TAKE SECTORS!”

The battle reignited.

Fire. Arrows. Buffs flaring. Screams.

It wasn’t pretty. It was war.

From above, the Devil Emperor remained seated—like the VVIP of a bloody gladiator coliseum.

And then Lust yawned.

“I’m bored.”

She twirled her whip and tilted her head at the Emperor. “Can I play with them, Your Majesty?”

The Devil Emperor didn’t even look at her. “You can play.”

Lust’s eyes lit up like birthday candles on fire. “Nice~”

She leapt.

Red heels clicked on cursed stone as she landed with a whip crack that echoed across the battlefield.

Azura’s voice cut through the chaos instantly. “CONCENTRATE! EVERYONE! Don’t let her charm you!”

Eyes darted toward her.

And then toward Lust.

And yeah.

Oh boy.

Her outfit?

A one-piece leather corset laced with glowing red runes that clung to her curves like sin itself. Thigh-high boots. Arm-length gloves. A whip that hissed with magic and desire. Her aura was oppressive—warm and wrong, dripping with intent. Her hips swayed like she knew eyes were on her. Because they were.

She walked forward slowly, confidently.

“Charm?” she purred, smirking at Azura. “Oh no, honey. That’s not how I work.”

She paused.

“Don’t confuse me with that pathetic succubus queen.”

Lust cracked her whip against the ground.

-BANG!

The floor split, not from damage—but from summoned magic.

Male figures rose.

Glowing skin. Muscular. Shirtless. Some only wore pants. Others in tattered black suits with undone ties. Horns. Dark wings. Smirks that should’ve been banned by the morality clause of every MMO ever.

[Boss Subordinates Summoned – Elite Incubi Horde]

[Charm Aura – Widened Radius]

[Effect: 30% debuff to Focus and Defense (Gender-scaled)]

[WARNING: “Lingering Thoughts” status may remain after logout.]

Gil stared for a second.

Then screamed like his soul left his body.

“NO! NOT INCUBI!”

The incubi strutted forward.

One winked at him. Another licked his lips. A third twirled a rose made of hellfire and whispered, “You look like a man who needs to relax~”

Gil rolled behind a rock. “I’M NOT INTO THIS! STOP LOOKING AT ME!”

Meanwhile— Every female player on the field?

Their jaws dropped.

Lain’s eyes went wide. “Oh my… ”

Even Sophia blinked. “They… are well-rendered.”

“Arcana,” said one monk-class girl, “I take back everything I said about the dev team. This is art.”

Azura dragged her hand down her face. “I… kind of understand now.”

“Understand what?” Elio yelled, parrying an incubi’s blade shaped like a lipstick tube.

“What the guys felt fighting those succubi.”

James, arrow mid-pull, looked at the incubi swinging a hip. “They’re doing the hips thing. I’m uncomfortable.”

One incubi sauntered toward Arcana. “Paladins are always so tense~ Want to learn how to swing your sword with your hips instead?”

“I will smite you.”

“I hope so.”

“WHAT—”

Arcana screamed internally. Possibly externally.

The battlefield turned chaotic.

Not because of damage numbers—though those were spiking.

But because everyone was trying not to look. Not to think.

Lust walked through the middle of the madness like a pageant queen.

“You poor things,” she said, almost sympathetically. “You still think this is about skill. About power. But it’s about desire. And every single one of you—” she pointed her whip toward Azura, “—is full of it.”

Azura stepped forward, blades tight in her grip. “And you’re about to see what I do with it.”

Lust smiled.

The Devil Emperor, from above, didn’t even blink. He sat, chin on his hand, watching the battlefield like a man watching fireworks.

But things were shifting.

The new players began pushing forward. They weren’t as stunned. They hadn’t seen Lust before. They weren’t dazed by incubi or dragon glitter.

They fought.

Justice.Bringer unleashed Judgment Spear, piercing three incubi mid-pose.

Warlord launched a rallying skill that buffed all attack damage.

Dragons dove, roaring, locking the Abyssal dragons in mid-air.

Arcana’s voice rang out again. “PUSH THE LINE! SHE’S DISTRACTING US!”

Eren blinked behind an incubi and stabbed him through the heart.

“Flirt this,” he muttered.