Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1368: Overkill Destruction

Villain Ch 1368. Overkill Destruction

The ground shook as it lunged.

"Alright," Jane muttered, cracking her knuckles. "Now this is interesting."

The thing in front of them looked so... wrong.

The Lustbound Abomination lood, an unholy amalgamation of fused Passion Rotters, their twisted bodies writhing together in a mass of corrupted flesh. Dozens of mouths moaned in unison, gasping, whispering, crying out in sothing that was neither pain nor pleasure—but so horrific in-between. It was grotesque.

And massive.

Its four thick, bloated legs cracked the ancient stone beneath it as it shifted, its pulsating form exuding a humid, suffocating heat that reeked of sothing foul—like burnt incense and rotting flesh. The thing pulsed, seethed with power, its every movent unnatural.

Shea tightened her grip on her harp, her lips curling. "Let's—"

She barely got the words out before Allen extended a hand, stopping her in her tracks.

"Let take care of this," he said, voice calm. Too calm.

The kind of calm that sent a shiver up her spine.

The group exchanged glances.

Zoe tilted her head, smirking. "Oh? Going solo on this one, big guy?"

Allen didn't answer. Instead, his wings unfurled, dark and vast, casting an ominous shadow over the ruins. The mont they stretched out, a wave of raw, demonic energy rolled off him, thick like smoke, sending the air itself into a vibrating hum. The ground cracked beneath his feet, unable to withstand the sheer presence that bled from him.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, his sword materialized, the edge dripping with abyssal magic, searing the very air around it.

Shea huffed, stepping back. "Fine. Just don't take too long."

Allen didn't acknowledge her. His focus was locked on the abomination, unreadable.

The thing scread—a twisted, broken sound as its mouth contorted into sothing resembling a grin. Then, with a grotesque lurch, it lunged.

Allen moved.

A black blur.

One second, he was there. The next—gone.

The abomination's massive limb crashed down where he had stood, obliterating the stone, sending shattered debris flying. But Allen was already mid-air, twisting effortlessly, his blade gleaming with abyssal fire.

"Demonic Lance."

The command was quiet. Almost lazy.

But the effect?

Brutal.

The ground beneath the monster erupted as jagged spears of darkness tore through its body, impaling it from every direction. Each lance pulsed, abyssal energy writhing through its veins, twisting, cracking, burning.

The Lustbound Abomination shrieked, convulsing violently as the dark magic tore through it.

But it did not fall.

Its grotesque, lting flesh reford, each piece slithering back together, healing faster than it was destroyed. Its mouths moaned louder, writhing hungrily, feeding off the very damage it took.

"Oh, of course," Allen muttered, exhaling sharply. "One of those."

The thing lunged again.

Allen sidestepped, moving faster than human sight, but this ti, it was faster too.

A second tendril, bloated with writhing limbs, caught him mid-dodge.

- SLAM!

The impact sent him crashing into the ground, the force enough to split the earth beneath him. Dust and debris exploded outward, cracks racing through the ruined stone.

The group tensed.

"Allen!" Larissa called, stepping forward.

But before she could act— The ground trembled.

A low, guttural rumble filled the air.

A shockwave erupted as Allen rose from the crater, wings spread wide, abyssal fire flickering off his form. A barrier in front of him, flickering. He was unscathed. His sword pulsed in his grip, dark veins of energy crawling along the blade like sothing alive.

His eyes burned.

Not with anger.

Not with frustration.

Just cold, unwavering intent.

He rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck. "Fine," he muttered. "Let's stop playing around."

The Lustbound Abomination screeched.

It lunged.

Allen lifted a hand. "Hellfire Rain."

The sky—turned black. Fire fell…

Not just fire.

Destruction.

Each burning droplet that rained down was like a teor, hitting the abomination's regenerating flesh with an impact that sent tremors through the battlefield. The air boiled as abyssal flas engulfed the creature, searing its form, its many faces wailing in agony.

But even that wasn't enough.

The thing kept reforming, its bodies fusing together over and over, as if nothing would ever be enough to kill it.

Allen exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair, flicking away a stray ember.

"Alright," he muttered. "You're annoying."

He lifted his sword. And his aura expanded.

A darkness deeper than the void itself unfurled around him, swallowing the battlefield in its suffocating grip. The air cracked. The winds ceased. The moans of the abomination—stilled.

A sound erupted...

Not a voice.

Not a spell.

Just an absolute, undeniable decree.

"Abyssal Descent."

Reality itself shattered.

A rupture split open above them, a gaping maw of nothingness—pure, unrelenting void. A force beyond comprehension spilled forth.

Not fla.

Not shadow.

Sothing worse.

The Lustbound Abomination scread, its bodies writhing, fighting to escape. It couldn't. The void dragged it in.

Piece by piece, limb by limb, its desperate moans distorted, turning into sothing incomprehensible—until, finally— Silence…

The void snapped shut.

Gone.

Not just the abomination.

Every trace of it.

Erased.

Not even ashes remained.

For a mont, no one spoke.

The battlefield was still.

[Congratulations! You just defeated Lustbound Abomination!]

The battlefield was eerily quiet, the remains of the Lustbound Abomination completely obliterated—nothing left but the lingering stench of burnt corruption. The dark mist had faded, the unnatural heat had vanished, and for the first ti since they stepped into this cursed village, the air actually felt lighter.

The others slowly approached, stepping over the charred ground, surveying the aftermath of Allen's overkill destruction.

"That was…" Zoe trailed off, glancing at the scorched battlefield. "Yeah. Overkill."

"Still sexy, though," Bella said, grinning.

Vivian stretched, cracking her neck. "I approve. And for the record? Watching you decimate that thing was hot."

Allen shot her a deadpan look. "You're literally a succubus. You're obligated to say that."

Shea smirked. "So, now that Mr. Murder-Happy is done flexing, can we check the loot?"

"Right," Jane said, rubbing her hands together. "After a boss that gross, we better get sothing decent out of it."

Allen rolled his shoulders before pulling up the loot notification.

[You received Sexy Zombie's Lips 10 ea, Undead Tongue of Passion 5 ea and 50,454 Coins.]

The second he saw the item nas, his brain completely short-circuited.

He froze.

His eyes twitched.

And then—

"E M M A A A A A A A A A A !"

His outraged scream echoed across the ruined village, his wings flaring as he clutched his head, staring at the horrifying loot in utter disbelief.

The girls burst out laughing.