Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1495: Trial of Ruin [Part 1]

Chapter 1495: Trial of Ruin [Part 1]

Villain Ch 1495. Trial of Ruin [Part 1]

He raised his hand, and three ghostly figures shimred into being beside him—illusions of himself, flickering like glitching projections. Their edges pulsed faintly red, each wearing his cocky grin like a uniform.

“Thirty seconds,” Allen muttered, already breaking into a run toward the Path of Fire. “Buy ti.”

One illusion tossed a mock salute. “On it, boss.” He dashed toward Storm. The others followed, vanishing into lightning and darkness like wraiths.

Flas surged up like a living wall the mont Allen entered the Path of Fire. The heat slamd into his face, making his breath catch. Ash drifted in the air like snowfall from hell. The stone beneath his boots glowed dull orange, cracked with veins of slow-moving lava.

Then— BOOM!

A boulder-sized fireball whooshed past his head, slamming into a ruined barricade behind him. Splinters exploded. Debris peppered his side.

Allen skidded behind a scorched wagon and peeked around just in ti to see the siege golem lumber forward—twenty feet tall, all fire-blackened iron and molten eyes. And behind it? A full wave of cultists, faces painted with runes that glowed as they chanted in sync.

“They’re channeling sothing,” Allen muttered.

“Telekinesis Blast.”

He focused on the wagon. It shuddered once, then launched like a missile into the middle of the cultist group.

-KRACK-BOOM!

The wagon detonated in a shower of splinters, tal shards, and fire. Several cultists were instantly vaporized, the rest knocked out of formation and into the magma cracks lining the stone floor.

“Not today, choir boys.”

He surged forward, sword drawn, slashing through the remaining frontliners. His blade hissed through armor and bone alike. A shieldbearer lunged, but Allen ducked low and drove his boot into the man’s chest—sending him flying into a burning pit.

“Hellfire Rain!”

The sky cracked open. Dozens of searing teors scread downward, slamming into the rear cultists and the twin siege golems trying to advance. The impact blew one apart in a burst of molten shrapnel. The other reeled back, armor crumpled.

Suddenly, a red warning pinged his HUD.

[Mini-Boss Approaching: Ashbound Juggernaut ]

The ground trembled.

A chunk of wall exploded, and the Ashbound Juggernaut stepped through the smoke. Nine feet tall. Heavy. Covered in black stone armor pulsing with magma. A fiery mace the size of a cart dragged behind it, leaving scorched streaks on the floor.

Allen’s knuckles tightened around his sword hilt. “You’re late to the barbecue.”

The Juggernaut roared and swung.

Allen blinked to the side with a speed burst, the mace obliterating the ground where he’d stood. Flas burst up, catching the hem of his cloak. He spun, cloak flaring, and retaliated with a vicious upward slash across the boss’s torso.

[ 21,800 Damage]

“Demonic Lances.”

Five blood-red spears spiraled into reality above his head and impaled the Juggernaut’s leg, pinning it briefly and making the beast stumble.

“Down, boy.”

“Dark Storm!”

Allen snapped his fingers. A vortex of screaming shadows erupted under the Juggernaut and nearby mobs, dragging them inward as if gravity itself betrayed them. The storm twisted cultists into paste.

Allen leapt, flipped mid-air, and plunged his sword into the Juggernaut’s exposed spine. With a choking roar, the beast collapsed face-first into a lava fissure.

[Mini-Boss Defeated – Ti Bonus: 15 seconds]

[Lane Progress: 80%]

[Ti Remaining: 10:03]

He glanced at the center of the battlefield. The illusions had flickered out. Their thirty seconds were up.

He clenched his jaw. “Storm lane’s gonna fall behind…”

He sprinted toward it, cape trailing ash.

The mont he stepped into the Path of Storms, the air crackled. Floor panels shimred. Walls humd with charged energy.

-ZING!

A bolt trap fired, and Allen ducked just in ti, the electricity singing his hair.

“Goddamn,” he grunted.

A spinning saw screeched from a hidden wall panel and grazed his shoulder.

[HP -9,600]

[Status: Minor Bleeding ]

He gritted his teeth and pushed forward, dodging floor spikes and timing his dash between electrical pulses. On the far end of a trap-laced bridge, a storm-witch floated midair. Lightning danced in coils around her arms, her eyes glowing blue-white.

Allen’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t have ti for foreplay.”

The witch raised her staff. Runes spiraled outward.

“Stone Curse!”

A flash of magic froze the witch in mid-cast, her arms locking stiff as the air hardened around her. Allen darted across the bridge, vaulting over a tile that exploded behind him, and reached her just as she snapped free.

-SLASH!

His sword cut across her chest, sparks exploding on impact.

The witch scread and discharged lightning randomly. A bolt grazed his side, but Allen didn’t stop.

“Demonic Orbs!”

Three crimson spheres launched in a spread pattern and hit her simultaneously—left shoulder, right thigh, chest. Each one detonated with a screeching boom.

[ 82,000 Damage – Critical]

[Mini-Boss Defeated – Ti Bonus: 15 seconds]

[Lane Progress: 100%]

[Ti Remaining: 8:22]

“Just in ti—”

-THOOM!

A pressure wave exploded behind him, rattling his bones.

[Warning: Invulnerability Phase Approaching in 22 Seconds]

[Path of Shadows – Not Cleared]

[Fortress Core Phase Lock: Imminent]

[Ti Remaining: 8:04]

[Invuln Lock in: 14 seconds]

“No. No no no—!”

Allen activated his trump card.

[Demonic Form has been activated!]

[All status 50%]

[Ti Remaining: 4:59]

[Demonic Aura: Attack and Defense 250%, Enemies’ Stats -50% (10m radius)]

His skin ignited with black fire. Horns tore through his forehead. Wings of fla burst from his back. The ground cracked under his feet as reality itself bent slightly around his form.

He launched himself into the Path of Shadows like a cannonball from hell.

Assassins lted from the walls—blades gleaming, eyes glowing.

He was already there. His sword moved in blurs—slashes that tore through multiple enemies with one swing. His boot shattered a masked rogue’s jaw. Another one lunged—he caught their wrist, yanked them forward, and slamd them into a stone pillar hard enough to dent it.

“Dark Storm!”

The entire corridor erupted in wind and screams as assassins were dragged off their feet. Shadows bled from the walls like smoke.

At the final gate, the assassin queen awaited—a towering woman clad in obsidian armor, face hidden behind a fox-like mask. Her twin daggers dripped black poison.