Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 648. I’m Not a Person Who Likes Putting Others Down, I Lift Them Up

[Critical hit!]

[You have taken 390 damage points!]

Elio’s desperate gasp for air echoed in the chaos of the battlefield as he struggled against the suffocating grip of the devil emperor. With trembling hands, he clawed at the emperor’s fingers, trying in vain to loosen their relentless hold.

But the emperor’s face remained impassive, his sinister grin spreading wider. He eveled in Elio’s torment. His eyes gleamed with a twisted sense of satisfaction, betraying the madness that lurked within.

"I see you fall to the ground. But don’t worry. I’m not a person who likes putting others down," the emperor taunted, his voice dripping with malice. With a sudden jerk, he lifted Elio’s body off the ground, suspending him in the air with chilling ease. "I lift them up," the emperor continued his dark joke.

Elio dangled helplessly, his feet dangling inches above the blood-soaked earth below. The emperor’s words rang in his ears like a mocking echo,. Elio felt helpless and weak. His heart pounded with a mixture of fear and defiance. Yet... He refused to let the emperor’s sadistic games break his spirit, even as he struggled to draw breath in the iron grip of his captor.

But deep down, he knew that he was at the mercy of a merciless foe.

Elio’s chest constricted with each labored breath, the weight of the emperor’s grip pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. His vision swam as the hologram interface before him flickered and flashed with the announcement of his injuries.

Desperation surged through him. He struggled to break free, his muscles straining against the force that held him captive. With trembling hands, he reached for his sword, his fingers closing around the hilt in a desperate attempt to defend himself.

But to his horror, he found himself unable to move, as if an unseen force had seized control of his body. Panic clawed at his insides as he realized the truth - the emperor had used his Telekinesis Blast to bind him, rendering him powerless to resist. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Every fiber of Elio’s being screamed for freedom, for release from the relentless grip of the emperor’s telekinetic hold. He fought against the invisible bonds that held him captive, his mind racing with thoughts of escape and survival.

But no matter how hard he struggled, the grip only tightened, squeezing the air from his lungs and leaving him gasping for breath. His muscles burned with exertion as he strained against the force that held him in its grasp, but it was futile.

In that moment of despair, Elio’s mind raced with a flurry of emotions - fear, anger, frustration. He cursed himself for allowing the emperor to gain the upper hand and for falling prey to his twisted machinations.

"HA HA HA HA!" The evil emperor’s echoing laughter reverberated through the air. It was a chilling symphony of malice that sent shivers down Elio’s spine. The emperor raised his sword, a sickening realization washed over Elio - he was utterly defenseless against the impending strike.

With a swift and merciless motion, the emperor thrust his sword into Elio’s chest, the blade piercing through flesh and bone with a sickening squelch. Pain exploded through Elio’s body, white-hot and consuming, as blood gushed from the wound, staining his armor crimson.

[Critical hit!]

[You have taken 3920 damage points!]

In the blink of an eye, Elio’s health points plummeted to zero, the digital display flashing red in a dire warning of his demise.

Using his Telekinesis Blast once again, the emperor seized hold of Elio’s limp body, lifting him effortlessly into the air like a ragdoll. Elio dangled helplessly in the grip of the emperor’s unseen force, his limbs flopping uselessly as he was subjected to the whims of his sadistic captor.

With a malevolent glint in his eyes, the emperor swung his arm in a swift arc, hurling Elio’s defenseless form toward the city wall with brutal force.

- Bang!

With a sickening thud, Elio’s battered body collided with the shimmering barrier of the city’s magic shield. A sickening crunch echoed through the air as bones snapped and flesh tore. His form crumpled against the invisible barrier before slumping to the ground in a motionless heap. The impact sent ripples of pain coursing through his broken form.

Elio’s limp body landed amidst the chaos below where the monsters had swarmed like a relentless tide, their forms writhing and clawing at the city gate with ferocious determination. His descent seemed almost timed with the crescendo of their assault, as if fate itself had conspired to thrust him into the heart of the battle’s fury.

For the tanks, who had looked to Elio for guidance and leadership, the sight of his fallen form shattered their resolve, leaving them adrift in a sea of uncertainty and fear. Without their leader to rally them, they found themselves paralyzed by indecision, their once-unbreakable courage faltering, replaced by overwhelming despair.

Meanwhile, the defenders of the city, already stretched thin by the relentless onslaught of the enemy, watched in horror as Elio’s body lay motionless before them. The knowledge that their champion had fallen only fueled their sense of desperation.

"Man, this is messed up," Arcana grumbled under his breath, gritting his teeth. His brows furrowed with concern. He exchanged uneasy glances with the other guild leaders, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. They all understood the situation, but none dared to voice their fears aloud.

Indeed, Elio would soon respawn within the city gates, his body restored by the game’s mechanics. Yet, the psychological blow dealt by the emperor’s ruthless display of power had already taken its toll on the troops. The once-unshakeable confidence of the players now wavered, replaced by a creeping sense of doubt and dread.

Sophia, who had watched it, saw an opportunity amidst the chaos. Despite the fear gnawing at her insides, she knew that now was her chance to rebuild her own popularity.