Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1839: You Fight Like a Man Chasing Ghosts

Villain Ch 1839. You Fight Like a Man Chasing Ghosts

Elio gritted his teeth and opened his wings, as well as the others. Yes, they decided to take the battle to the sky.

Allen grinned and did the sa.

Steel shrieked against steel, but this ti the sound wasn’t grounded. It rang high above the plaza, where shattered cobblestones and the corpses of players rained down from the sky.

Their wings blotted out the moon, feathers and mana-scorched air turning the night into a battlefield suspended between heaven and hell.

Elio’s blade t Allen’s in midair, sparks bursting like fireworks that burned his cheek. His wings strained, each beat a desperate effort to stay aloft under the crushing pressure of the Emperor’s aura. Every strike from Allen felt like it weighed mountains. And still—Allen wasn’t even trying. His movents were casual, fluid, mocking, as if he was conducting an orchestra of screams.

And Elio recognized every note.

Every rhythm.

Every flicker of cruelty.

Exactly the sa as the PvP massacre. The day one man cut down fifty alone.

He needed proof.

He needed Allen to slip.

So he pressed harder, blades darting faster, feints twisting midair, using flight to shift tempo unpredictably. He dove, wings folded, then snapped them open to cut sideways, slashing low then rising high again. His movents weren’t random—they were questions.

But Allen never faltered.

Never missed a beat.

His crimson eyes glead like fresh blood under moonlight. He smirked as if he knew exactly what Elio was hunting for.

"You fight like a man chasing ghosts," Allen said, parrying three cuts with a single lazy sweep. Then, without even looking, his free hand darted out—snaring another winged player behind Elio by the throat.

The man scread as Allen crushed his neck mid-flight. Blood sprayed into the night air, carried on the wind like crimson mist. His body fell, wings twitching, and splattered across the plaza below.

Elio didn’t look back. Didn’t flinch. The screams, the falling bodies—none of it mattered. His whole world narrowed to Allen.

Arcana shot up beside him, shield blazing with holy fire, wings straining against the Emperor’s oppressive aura. "Stay on him! Don’t let him break the line!"

"I know!" Elio snapped, slashing again.

For a heartbeat, their rhythm worked. Blades hamred, shield slamd, light flared. Father^Alex floated behind, wings spread wide, radiant staff channeling golden streams of healing that closed wounds and nded torn feathers.

And Allen laughed.

Not a chuckle. Not a taunt.

A scream of joy, raw and manic. His laughter cut across the night like a thunderclap. "Yes! Harder! Make rember what it feels like to try!"

Then he moved.

Faster than their eyes could track, his sword twisted Elio’s blade aside. His palm slamd Arcana’s shield wide, leaving them both exposed. Then he surged past them, wings slashing through the air like scythes, his crimson aura trailing behind like a cot.

Straight for Alex.

The cleric raised his staff, radiant glyphs blazing. "Divine Ward—!"

Allen’s blade carved through the holy light like silk. The sword punched through Alex’s chest, wings snapping wide as Allen dragged him higher, impaled like a trophy on a pike. Alex’s scream turned into a wet gargle. Blood spilled down his robes, dripping onto the plaza far below.

Allen leaned close, whispering into Alex’s ear, voice a lover’s hiss. "All you ever do is prolong their suffering."

Then he tore his blade sideways.

Alex’s body split in two midair, halves spinning away, wings folding like broken paper. His relic pulsed faintly above the gore before Allen snatched it from the sky with casual grace.

[Player Father^Alex has been slain.]

[Item Reclaid: Radiant Oath Sigil.]

[Slain by: The Emperor.]

Elio’s scream tore across the sky, raw and furious. His blade lashed wildly, sparks flying against Allen’s parries. "Bastard!"

Arcana’s shield flared with holy fire, his voice cracking with rage. "You’ll burn for this!"

Allen smirked, wings tilting into a graceful arc, body loose with predatory ease. "Then hurry up and light the match."

They crashed together again.

Sparks and light exploded, echoing across the night sky. Feathers scattered, blood mist trailed, each clash reverberating like thunder.

Then Red_King ca roaring from below, greatsword raised, his wings burning with bloody aura. "You’re mine!"

He slamd his blade down with enough force to split a fortress tower.

Allen twisted aside. Smooth. Effortless. His own sword cut horizontally—clean, surgical.

Red_King’s arm spun away into the dark before he even realized he’d been cut. His scream split the sky, body staggering midair as blood sprayed like a scarlet rain.

Allen didn’t wait. He shot forward, seized Red_King by the jaw, and lifted him skyward with one hand. Then, in front of every ally watching, he drove his blade through Red_King’s chest, pinning him against the night as if nailing him to an invisible cross.

Red_King’s body spasd, wings twitching weakly. His relic shimred into the air above him, spinning helplessly.

Allen leaned in close, voice cold amusent. "Strong swing. Weak everything else."

He yanked the blade free. The relic floated up. He caught it lazily.

[Player Red_King has been slain.]

[Item Reclaid: Titanheart Emblem.]

[Slain by: The Emperor.]

Red_King’s corpse spiraled downward, wings limp, before slamming into the plaza below like discarded at.

"Two down." Allen’s voice was calm. Almost bored. He twirled his blade once, crimson eyes gleaming. "Who’s next?"

Arcana roared, wings burning brighter, his shield blazing like a second sun. "!"

He launched himself forward, holy power surging so bright the night itself seed to recoil. His strikes ca faster, heavier, each shield bash booming like a war drum. Elio was with him, their rhythm perfect, blades and shield hamring Allen in tandem.

And for a fleeting second—Allen stepped back.

The crowd of players below scread hope into the night.

But Allen’s laughter returned. Sharp. Cruel. Hungry.

His sword blurred, parrying both as his aura erupted outward. The air warped, heavy and suffocating, wings faltering under the pressure.

"Abyss Shatter!"

He slamd his blade down into empty air.

The sky itself cracked.

Black lightning exploded outward in a do of destruction. The shockwave smashed through the formation, hurling bodies like ragdolls, snapping feathers from their wings.

Arcana’s shield cracked down the center. His wings faltered, glow sputtering.