Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1700: Don’t Eat The Enemies!

Villain Ch 1700. Don’t Eat The Enemies!

His gloves were soaked in ash and blood. His demonic form was gone—but his rage? Still intact.

He raised his sword and hurled it forward.

“Telekinesis Blast.”

The blade rocketed down the corridor, slicing through three mobs and then pinning a fourth to a crumbling wall. It shook once. Then exploded in a black flash.

He snapped his fingers and summoned it back.

Another wave. More mobs.

Allen narrowed his eyes. “Fine.”

He stopped. For just one second.

“Abyss Shatter.”

He slammed his palm into the floor.

The ground cracked beneath them and erupted in a wave of abyssal force—crushing, breaking, erasing everything in front of him for ten meters.

The ceiling above the mob collapsed, burying the rest.

[+2,450 EXP]

[+2,230 EXP]

[+3,100 EXP]

The system chimed, almost cheerful.

Allen turned and kept running.

Vivian caught up to him, slightly breathless. “That sword move… so hot.”

“You’ll get your turn,” he said dryly, ducking under a crumbling archway.

“You promise?” she grinned, skipping over a twitching mob corpse.

He didn’t answer.

More were coming.

They turned another corner—toward the stairwell that led to the gateway chamber.

Then more mobs poured from the walls themselves.

“Seriously?!” Shea yelled. “Are they crawling out of the prayers?!”

“Focus left!” Alice barked. “Bella, burn that line!”

“On it!”

Fireball.

Thunderbolt.

Wind Blade Fury.

The hallway filled with smoke, light, and screams.

The mob melted away.

Jane and Zoe unleashed a combo—Death Nova followed by Leviathan’s Rage—and the explosion nearly tore the roof off the stairwell.

Blood rained.

Bones cracked.

One final knight charged at Allen.

Armor scorched. Blade trembling. Eyes glowing with the last spark of its holy code.

Allen met it head-on.

Their blades clashed.

For a moment—just a second—it was quiet.

Then Allen leaned in and whispered, “She chose not to be yours.”

And he shoved his blade through its helm.

The knight crumpled into a smoking heap.

The team finally broke through to the stairwell.

Up ahead—the gate.

Still glowing.

Still open.

“I see it!” Zoe shouted. “We’re almost—”

-Boom!

The floor cracked again. The walls bent inward.

The whole chamber groaned.

[Time Remaining: 01:39]

“Move!” Allen barked.

And they did—sprinting up the spiraling stairwell, dodging falling beams, lashing chains, and even one last desperate cursed nun who lunged at Larissa and got bitten in return.

“Gross,” Larissa muttered, spitting.

“Don’t eat the enemies!” Bella yelled behind her.

“I wasn’t trying to!”

“You definitely bit her!”

“Shut up!”

They reached the gate.

Allen turned, sword raised.

More mobs were crawling up after them.

“GO!” he shouted. “I’ll hold—”

Larissa grabbed him by the collar and yanked him through.

“You’re not doing that dramatic last stand bullshit today.”

The gate flared.

They dove through as the cathedral collapsed behind them, the mob howling, the prayers cracking, the dungeon finally dying.

And then—

Silence.

They fell out onto a grass-covered field—sprawled, bruised, but alive.

Above them, the sky flickered. A notification.

[You have escaped the Ashen Maw.]

[System Save Successful.]

Allen lay back, chest heaving.

The girls groaned, one by one, collapsing beside him.

“Never,” Jane panted, “getting married.”

“Agreed,” Zoe groaned, flopping backward onto the grass, her tentacles lazily twitching beside her like exhausted seaweed.

“Same,” Allen muttered. “But damn… what a ceremony.”

The field they’d landed in was quiet now—eerily quiet. A soft breeze blew across the hill, brushing ashes and flower petals from the cracked dungeon gate behind them. It stood twisted and ruined, blackened by the final pulse of the collapsing dungeon. The sky was still glitched slightly above it—cracks of data shimmered in the clouds like a glass dome trying to hide a broken sunset.

Larissa stood nearby, brushing soot off her sleeves, looking annoyed and smug all at once. “Well. That was absolutely insane. Who wants to do it again?”

Vivian wheezed. “Only if we can swap the groom for a shirtless demon prince next time.”

“Too late,” Allen said, voice deadpan. “You’ve already got one.”

Jane sat up, stretching. Her bones cracked audibly. “So…” she drawled. “Do you think you can still make that creep your servant? The groom.”

Allen blinked, surprised. “You want him?”

“I mean, we did just kill the guy,” Jane said, shrugging. “Feels like a waste if we just let his tortured soul rot in the dirt. He’d make a good butler. Or a really sad garden statue.”

Allen gave her a flat look, but stood anyway. “Fine. Let’s try.”

He walked over to the blackened hill of rubble where the titan had fallen. The massive bones of the cathedral-shaped monster were already dissolving into ash and light particles. His boots crunched through scorched soil as he raised his hand.

“Pact.”

A dark sigil flared under his palm, humming with infernal energy. A ring of cursed runes formed in the air, spinning. The wind grew still.

Then—

[Skill Failed: Target Too Far From Corpse. Valid Link Cannot Be Established.]

Allen blinked. “…Nope.”

He turned back to the others. “Guess that thing’s staying dead.”

Jane huffed. “Oh well. Was hoping to get a wedding singer.”

Just as Zoe was about to make a snide remark, the sky shifted.

They didn’t notice it at first—just a flicker, a faint chime like a missed notification. The wind changed. The field, still quiet, suddenly felt… wrong.

Then—light burst from the right.

-BOOM!

A holy blast exploded inches from Allen’s shoulder, incinerating the patch of grass where he stood a heartbeat ago.

He turned fast, sword half-raised, eyes wide. “What the—”

“AMBUSH!” Larissa roared.

The group scattered just in time as seven figures crashed into the field in coordinated formation, shimmering with arrival flashes—teleport sigils and mobility skills chaining across the ground. The air trembled with divine power, shadow energy, and competitive bloodlust.

Allen barely deflected another strike—a blade laced with light that came from the front.

He met the attacker’s eyes.

White armor.

Flowing cape.

Gold trim.

Holy fire radiating from his shoulders like a choir frozen in time.

Arcana.

And behind him, to Allen’s left, a shadow blurred into being—a woman with dual daggers made of obsidian smoke.

Azura.

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