Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1597

Chapter 1597: God Gave Him a Cheat Code and Dared Him to Use It
Villain Ch 1597. God Gave Him a Cheat Code and Dared Him to Use It

The ground split with every step he took.

Cursed flames curled in his wake. Black mist licked up his boots like shadows worshipping their king. The sky bled crimson above them, thunder booming without lightning—just echoes of the abyssal realm cracking through the veil.

And still, they stood.

Trembling.

But standing.

Father^Alex clutched his staff tighter than ever, knuckles white and face pale. The gentle healer gulped down an elixir, hand shaking so bad he almost missed his own mouth.

Azura stood in front of him.

Daggers out. Bleeding. Breathing heavy. Her stance wide and solid like a wall of silver and sheer fury. She didn’t speak. Didn’t joke. Just narrowed her eyes and stared into the storm of death that was approaching.

The Devil Emperor.

Elio stepped up beside Arcana, golden armor radiating divine energy. His new epic-tier shoulder guards shimmered with runic light—fresh from the forge, glimmering like hope.

But even now… he trembled.

So did Arcana.

So did Red_King.

They were legends. Named players. Veterans.

And still, their hands shook.

Funny, wasn’t it?

All that gear.

All those upgrades.

Buffs, blessings, crafted accessories worth thousands of gold.

Didn’t mean shit when the man in front of them laughed like God gave him a cheat code and dared him to use it.

Allen’s blade dragged across the ground, sparks and blood mist trailing behind.

His grin was wide. Eyes manic. Aura exploding.

This wasn’t just a boss fight anymore.

This was slaughter with style.

Red_King went in first—sword raised, armor glinting red.

“Go!” he roared.

-Clang!

Elio followed with a divine charge, light flaring off his shield.

Arcana circled left, blade glowing blue, swinging with precision.

They all hit at once.

A perfect triangle.

A combo meant to stagger even dungeon gods.

Allen moved before the strikes landed.

His body blurred—Void Mirage—and a phantom double split off, mimicking his exact movement. Elio slammed into it. Arcana struck it. It exploded—knocking them back with cursed energy that cut through shields like butter.

Red_King’s sword actually reached the real Allen.

Their blades collided.

And it stopped.

Not because of some defense.

No magical barrier.

Just Allen’s raw strength. One hand on his blade, locking it mid-swing, fingers bleeding with glee.

“I thought you’d hit harder,” Allen sneered—and twisted.

-CRACK!

Red_King’s sword snapped. Right down the middle.

Allen headbutted him.

Helmet dented.

Red_King stumbled back, dazed, blood running down his temple.

Allen spun, cape flaring—and launched fifty Demonic Lances across the field like a storm of spears forged in nightmares.

The sky darkened as the lances rained down in jagged arcs, trailing black fire and screaming through the air like banshees. The ground cracked beneath the pressure of their descent.

Arcana caught one square in the gut, the impact exploding against his armor and launching him twenty meters back. He skidded across stone like a sack of steel, coughing blood as he hit a broken wall.

Elio deflected two with his shield, then blocked a third—barely. The sheer force still knocked him off balance, boots scraping backward through the dirt, armor sparking with stress.

But one of the lances was heading straight for Alex.

He froze.

Too slow.

Too wide-eyed.

Too late.

And then— Azura moved.

She appeared in front of him like a flash of silver rage, blades crossed as a makeshift barrier.

The lance collided.

-BOOM!

The explosion flung her back into a pile of rubble, her body twisting midair, HP bar cut in half instantly. Dust and blood flew as she slammed into the stones, groaning but alive.

Alex turned with a gasp. “Valkyrie!”

Allen laughed, watching the carnage with wild, cruel joy, already preparing the next volley.

No mercy. No pause. Just raw overwhelming destruction.

Allen walked toward him now.

Slowly.

Savoring it.

The healer.

The quiet one.

The last pillar holding the team together.

His next target.

Alex tried to chant.

“Sanctified Halo—”

Allen raised a finger.

“Stone Curse.”

The words froze in his throat. His body half-locked. His limbs trembled, half-turning to ash-grey.

“St—Stop,” Alex whimpered.

“Stop?” Allen’s smile stretched. “Didn’t you say you wanted to save them all?”

He dashed.

Not ran. Dashed. A blur of black and flame.

Alex screamed.

But Elio came again.

Shield first.

“RAAAAAH!”

Allen didn’t dodge this time.

Just raised his palm—Telekinesis Blast—and threw Elio like a ragdoll into Red_King.

-Boom!

Both went flying, crashing through bone walls, debris falling like meteors.

Arcana rose with a growl, blood running down his cheek, blade crackling with frost.

“Divine Reversal!”

He struck from above, a clean, precise arc.

Allen caught it with his bare hand.

“Nice swing,” he said—and punched Arcana across the face.

Blood sprayed.

Arcana spun mid-air, landing hard, groaning.

Alex’s body finally moved again.

“Sanctuary—”

Allen was already in front of him.

He didn’t slash.

He raised his hand, touched Alex’s chest with two fingers, and whispered…

“Soul Siphon.”

Dark tendrils exploded from Allen’s hand—plunging into Alex’s chest like roots through soft earth. Alex’s scream tore through the field as his HP drained violently, glowing golden before being corrupted into black and feeding back into Allen’s body.

“You heal?” Allen whispered. “I feast.”

Alex’s health dropped 80%.

Azura stumbled forward, screaming. “Moon Dagger—!”

Allen turned, grabbed her wrist mid-skill, twisted—and disarmed her.

She gasped. Her knees buckled.

He leaned close, whispering at her ear.

“Cute move. But I like you better angry.”

He threw her.

Azura flew across the battlefield, smashing into a player-made barricade and sliding down in a heap, stunned.

Elio crawled up, one hand on his knee.

Red_King limped over, using a broken spear as a crutch.

Arcana stood with a bleeding mouth and shaking blade.

All of them… trying.

Fighting.

Burning what little they had left.

Alex, eyes blurry with pain, raised his staff one more time.

“Divine Breath.”

A wave of gold washed over the battlefield.

Everyone’s HP ticked up. Buffs returned. Shields refreshed.

Allen tilted his head.

“Oh? Again?”

He walked toward Alex like a shadow.

And this time?

He didn’t hold back.

“Hellfire Rain.”