Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 897 Ding Dong Bell

Villain Ch 897. Ding Dong Bell

Players of all kinds milled about, some organizing parties, others selling loot or discussing strategies. The atmosphere was charged with excitement and determination. Allen, however, felt a cool sense of resolve. He was ready to cut through the chaos, both in the game and within himself.

With a smirk, he began his descent into the dungeon. He slipped into one of his habits, singing his twisted nursery rhymes as he moved. His voice was low and melodic, carrying a sinister edge that seemed to resonate with his dark avatar.

"Ding dong, bell. Hear the devil's knell," Allen sang softly, the eerie tune matching the dark ambiance of the dungeon.

Allen's appearance at the entrance of the dungeon immediately shocked the players. They turned, eyes wide, as they saw him hovering above them. His avatar, the infamous Devil Emperor, exuded an aura of dark power that sent a shiver down their spines. His grin, twisted and evil, spread across his face, hinting at the chaos he was about to unleash.

Black orbs hovered around him, pulsating with a malevolent energy. He continued his haunting melody, his voice low and melodic, yet filled with menace. "The Devil Emperor's rage shall turn the night to Hell," he sang, the words carrying a promise of impending doom.

Once his voice stopped, the black orbs launched from around him, streaking through the air with lethal precision. They stabbed into the players below, their screams of pain echoing through the dungeon. Some players managed to escape, scattering in panic, while others took cover behind the protective barriers erected by their healers.

The chaos was instantaneous, the once-bustling entrance now a scene of pandemonium.

"Ha ha ha ha!" Allen's laughter rang out, a chilling sound that seemed to echo off the dungeon walls. It was a voice of madness, a prelude to the slaughter game he was about to play. He relished the fear he saw in the eyes of those around him, the way they scrambled to avoid his deadly lances.

"I'm in a bad mood today," he announced, his grin widening. "Now, who wants to help me fix my mood?" His voice was filled with a dark amusement, the challenge clear.

Several players, emboldened by the presence of their allies, stepped forward, weapons drawn and spells ready. They weren't about to let the Devil Emperor's rampage go unchecked. A tank with his huge shield took the lead, followed by a pair of rogues and a mage.

Allen's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he descended, summoning his black lances. He moved with a fluid grace, his avatar's dark armor glinting ominously in the faint light of the dungeon. The tank charged, and Allen met him head-on, his lance clashing against the shield with a resounding crash.

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The rogues circled around, looking for an opening, but Allen was ready. With a swift motion, he launched two more lances, forcing them to retreat and regroup. The mage began chanting, a powerful spell forming in his hands, but Allen's attention was already shifting. He dodged the tank's next blow and launched himself at the mage, his speed and precision overwhelming the spellcaster.

"Too slow," Allen taunted, striking the mage down before he could finish his spell. The player's avatar crumpled to the ground, dissipating in a shower of pixels.

The healers behind their barriers worked frantically to keep their allies alive, casting spells of protection and regeneration. But Allen's relentless assault was too much. His lances pierced through their defenses, taking down players one by one. The cries of the fallen filled the air, mingling with the Devil Emperor's manic laughter.

Some players tried to land hits, but no one succeeded. Allen fought back with a fury that seemed almost inhuman, his every move calculated to inflict maximum damage. He reveled in the battle, the adrenaline pumping through him as he took on wave after wave of opponents.

"Is this all you've got?" he called out, his voice echoing through the dungeon. "Come on, show me what you're made of!"

Despite the chaos, some players fought with remarkable skill and coordination. He felt a grudging respect for their determination, even as he cut them down. But the frustration and anger from earlier in the day fueled his relentless assault, driving him to fight harder, to dominate the battlefield.

As the last of the challengers fell, Allen stood amidst the carnage, his breathing heavy but his grin still firmly in place. The entrance of the dungeon was littered with the avatars of fallen players, their defeated forms slowly fading away.

He took a moment to survey the scene, the adrenaline still coursing through him. The battle had been a fierce one, but it had served its purpose. His earlier frustrations had been channeled into something productive, something that reminded him of his own strength and resilience.

With a final, satisfied nod, Allen turned and made his way deeper into the dungeon.

Allen's journey to the second basement was marked by a trail of chaos and carnage. The corridors of the dungeon, normally filled with the ambient sounds of dripping water and distant echoes, were now alive with the sounds of battle and screams. It wasn't his blood that was spilled, but that of the many players who had the misfortune of crossing his path.

The dungeon was a favorite hunting ground for players, second only to the Black Castle. Its labyrinthine passages were teeming with adventurers looking for experience points and loot. But today, they found themselves facing an unexpected and deadly foe. Allen's devil emperor avatar moved with lethal precision, his black lances hovering around him, ready to strike. Your next chapter awaits on novelbuddy

He couldn't allow anyone to follow him to the second basement, where his companions were waiting. They needed to grind uninterrupted, and any interference would be unacceptable. To ensure this, Allen decided to take a detour through the dungeon, slaughtering anyone in his way. It served a dual purpose: it cleared his path and vented his pent-up frustration.