Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1581: Let Me Have This Fantasy!

Chapter 1581: Let Have This Fantasy!

Villain Ch 1581. Let Have This Fantasy!

The Wraithlord staggered but didn’t fall. It spun around with terrifying speed for its size, and the sheer wind of its motion knocked two lee fighters off their feet. Chains on its back lashed outward, writhing like snakes, slamming into a shield line with a wet crunch. Soone scread. Another’s health bar dropped to single digits before a clutch heal ticked just in ti.

“FUCK—it’s moving faster!” soone yelled.

“Keep it grounded!” Arcana barked. “Pin the joints! Mac—get in there!”

“On it!” Elio grunted, already slamming the butt of his tower shield into the earth as magic surged around him.

“Stronghold!”

[Your Endurance has increased by 50%]

[Your Resistance to Stagger, Curse, and Knockback has increased]

A silver aura flared around him like a fortress co to life. His gear—newly upgraded with a fresh enchant—glowed faintly with layered enchantnts, spiked bracers humming.

“Charging in three,” Elio growled, “two—”

“Charge!”

He beca a goddamn missile.

Boots cracked the earth. His shield glowed brighter and brighter until it was like a teor slamming straight into the Wraithlord’s already-damaged leg.

-CRACK!

The limb twisted with a jagged snap.

The Wraithlord howled—low and hollow and wrong. Like wind through tombstones.

Jas and Noah, perched on higher ground, loosed volley after volley. Arrows whistled through the air, so crackling with elental buffs, others piercing through the cursed mist that clung to the boss like armor.

“Shit!” Jas shouted. “I feel like a certain OP elf archer from that fantasy trilogy!”

Another boom tore the ground nearby. An area ward detonated—runic mines hidden in the terrain.

Both archers dove down in sync, rolling just as the ground behind them erupted in black fla.

Noah didn’t even blink. “You’re not as handso as him. Get yourself a mirror.”

“At least I’m rich,” Jas huffed, drawing another enchanted arrow and firing.

“That elf archer’s literally a prince. You? You’re not.”

“Shut up, man! Let have this fantasy!”

“INCOMING!” Noah suddenly shouted.

The Wraithlord’s massive scythe slamd down, shaking the entire area and digging a fresh crater where the archers had been standing seconds ago.

More players poured in now—recovering from the earlier ambush. The mages in the rear repositioned, drawing sigils in the air, preparing their ultimate AoE barrage.

“Rain it down, NOW!” a lead spellcaster yelled.

And the sky turned violent.

Firestorms. Ice lances. Bolts of holy light. teor projectiles. Thunder cracking open above the battlefield like wrathful gods throwing tantrums. Dozens of spellcasters unleashed hell onto the Wraithlord. Its body flickered between planes of existence, glitching between phases, but every hit chipped more bone. More curse. More of that haunting red light behind its mask.

“Keep it stunned!” Azura shouted, ducking under a wild swing and slashing upward with her blades. “Don’t let it phase again!”

Red_King leaped up again and smashed the ribcage from the other side, sending bone shards flying.

“It’s almost down!” Arcana called from the front, slamming his blade into the earth and summoning a light barrier to shield the team. “Alex—NOW!”

Father^Alex raised his staff high, despite his trembling fingers.

He had barely recovered from being flung earlier, robes torn, hair stuck to his face with sweat. His HP bar was still flickering from stray damage ticks, but he gritted his teeth and focused.

“I got this,” he whispered. “I got this.”

“Mass Healing!”

[Healing Radius Expanded – Cooldown Reduced by 30%]

A golden pulse shot outward from his position.

Healing light wrapped around every player in range. HP bars surged. Status effects lifted. Souls stopped burning.

Even the most stubborn curses peeled away.

A mont of calm washed over them.

And in that mont—everyone surged forward.

With fresh life in their veins and their damage buffs active again, the raid party pressed the assault. lee users locked down the boss’s remaining leg.

Tanks rotated aggro with brutal efficiency. Spellcasters coordinated a synchronized channeling to interrupt the Wraithlord’s regeneration.

Then it was Elio again—shield glowing, eyes sharp, panting hard.

“One more push!” he bellowed.

He charged a final ti.

“Shield Slam!”

[Critical Hit!]

The Wraithlord’s chest caved in with a sickening crunch.

It let out a final echoing scream as its soul-stitched robe unraveled in the wind like ash.

[Elite Boss Defeated: WRAITHLORD OF THE CRYPT]

[XP Gained ]

[You received Cursed Scythe Fragnt 1 ea, Soulbound Chain 1 ea, Black Rune Sigil 1 ea]

[Ergency Revive Token Regained – Bonus for Boss Clear]

And then silence.

For a mont.

A long, shaky breath kind of silence.

Everyone stood there. Or crouched. Or slumped over their gear, panting, fingers aching from spamming hotkeys, adrenaline still crashing through their heads. Most of them were half-silent, still riding the edge between exhilaration and exhaustion.

“Holy… shit,” soone whispered, voice cracked but grinning.

“First boss down…” Arcana exhaled, armor clicking softly as he let his sword rest against the ground. He scanned the group. “We good?”

“I think we’re—yeah.” Elio coughed and gave a thumbs-up, his tower shield now resting against a shattered piece of wall. “We’re good.”

Azura twirled her daggers. “I’d say that was fun, but I nearly lost my soul twice.”

Father^Alex didn’t speak. He just sank to the ground with a quiet thump, robes bunched around him, hugging his staff like it might float him out of here. He looked up at the red sky above them, eyes glazed, as if silently begging it for a hug and maybe a therapist.

Red_King laughed, the sound sharp and alive. “You did amazing, Alex. That last wave? Clutch as hell.”

Alex blinked like he hadn’t heard him at first. Then nodded slowly. “Thanks…”

And a little behind them, still standing, perfectly untouched—Sophia.

Her white cloak was pristine. Her mana bar full. Not a single scratch marred her elegant fra. She stood straight, polished, poised.

Kael noticed.

He narrowed his eyes as he walked past her. “You haven’t used your skills,” he said, low and sharp.

Sophia didn’t even flinch. “Alex had it covered. I’m saving my mana for the final push. Logical choice. Always plan ahead.”

Kael scoffed. “Right. Logical.”

She arched a brow, looking at him sidelong. “You’re still mad about the forum post?”