Novel Catchup
Chapter 649 The Emperor's Playground
Villain Ch 649. The Emperor's Playground
"Don't give up, guys!" Sophia's voice cut through the din of battle like a clarion call, her words ringing out with unwavering determination. Despite the chaos and despair that threatened to engulf them all, she refused to yield to despair.
Father^Alex and the healers, their hands a blur as they cast spell after spell to bolster their allies, spared a moment to glance in Sophia's direction. Her sudden declaration caught them off guard.
With a swift motion, Sophia raised her hand high, her gaze fixed on the struggling tanks that fought valiantly against the tide of monsters that threatened to overwhelm them. In that moment, she acted as if she wasn't just a player; she was a beacon of hope amidst the chaos, a guiding light for those who had lost their way.
"Mass Healing Light!" she cried out, her voice carrying across the battlefield like a thunderclap. A brilliant burst of light erupted from her outstretched hand, washing over the tanks and enveloping them in a soothing aura of healing energy. The wounds they had sustained in battle began to close, their strength renewed by Sophia's timely intervention.
But for Sophia, this was more than just an act of altruism. It was a calculated move, a bid to draw the attention of the devil emperor away from Father^Alex and onto herself. She knew that by stepping into the spotlight, she could raise her reputation once again.
Sophia's Mass Healing Light spell washed over the tank players, a radiant glow enveloped their bodies, suffusing them with warmth and comfort. The healing energy seeped into their wounds, knitting flesh and bone back together with a gentle touch. With each passing moment, their HP began to steadily climb, inching closer and closer to full capacity.
For the tanks, who had been locked in a desperate struggle for survival, the sudden surge of healing energy was nothing short of miraculous. They could feel the weight of despair lifting from their shoulders, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and determination.
Their morale soared as they realized that they had been given a second chance at life. With their HP restored to normal, they knew that they stood a fighting chance against the relentless onslaught of the enemy. But they realized that there were only five of them. The others were still far behind. So it wasn't an efficient move.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
That act invited frowns from a number of guild leaders, even Father^Alex. Red_King couldn't help but click his tongue in irritation. "Tch! This will be a mess," he muttered under his breath, his brows furrowed in concern.
Retreating to enter the healers' skill range seemed like a sound plan at first glance. After all, getting healed up could give the tanks a fighting chance. But it was clear that the devil emperor had other ideas. The way he deliberately missed his attack on Elio the first time and then brutally killed him showed that he wasn't just out for blood – he was playing mind games.
Beheading players might be par for the course for the emperor, but throwing Elio's corpse at the city gate? That was a whole new level of twisted. It was obvious that the emperor had something up his sleeve, and the guild leaders were left scratching their heads trying to figure out what it could be.
One thing was for sure, though – Sophia's bold move had definitely caught the devil emperor's attention. And not in a good way. By stepping into the spotlight and trying to take over Elio's leadership role, she had unwittingly made everything worse.
The Devil Emperor, perched atop the Behemoth, cast a cold glance at the row of healers below. "She's surely trying hard to get my attention," he mused, a sly grin playing at the corners of his lips. But despite Sophia's efforts, he had no intention of diverting his focus from the tanks that were desperately making their way to the city wall.
"But look at the bright side, I can play with them more," he thought to himself, relishing the chaos he was about to unleash.
With a flick of his wings, the Devil Emperor ascended into the sky, surrounded by his subordinates who were unleashing their destructive powers upon the city wall. The air crackled with dark energy as spells and curses rained down, chipping away at the barrier that stood between them and victory.
"Prepare to break through the gate in one minute," the Devil Emperor commanded, his voice carrying over the din of battle. "We will put on an interesting show for the tanks," he added with a wicked chuckle.
With a swift and calculated maneuver, the Devil Emperor veered sharply between the advancing monsters and the retreating tanks, his dark wings cutting through the air with eerie grace. Instead of unleashing a barrage of lethal attacks, he chose a more insidious tactic, employing his Telekinesis Blast to hurl every player he encountered backwards.
The tank players, caught off guard by the sudden assault, found themselves propelled through the air with terrifying force. Some cried out in shock and fear as they tumbled through the chaotic battlefield, their bodies twisted and contorted by the Devil Emperor's telekinetic abilities.
As they were flung backwards, the players collided with one another, their cries of alarm mingling with the sounds of impact and pain. Some managed to land on their feet, stumbling and staggering as they tried to regain their bearings amidst the confusion and chaos.
Others were not so fortunate, crashing to the ground with bone-jarring force. Their bodies skidded across the battlefield, leaving trails of dust and debris in their wake. The impact was enough to knock the wind out of them, leaving them dazed and disoriented as they struggled to pick themselves up from the ground.
Through it all, the Devil Emperor remained aloft, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent as he watched the chaos unfold below. He took twisted pleasure in the sight of his enemies being thrown into disarray, their ranks broken and scattered by his relentless assault.
The players found themselves trapped amidst the throng of monsters, and the Devil Emperor's plan became clear. By disrupting their formation and separating them from their allies, he had effectively neutralized their ability to coordinate and mount a cohesive defense. They were now easy prey for his relentless horde.
On the city wall, Elio, who just respawned, swept his gaze over the chaotic scene unfolding before him, his heart sinking as he took in the sight of his comrades being hurled through the air by the Devil Emperor's telekinetic assault. He felt a surge of frustration and disbelief wash over him, realizing that the enemy's tactics were even more cunning and ruthless than he had anticipated.
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with a mixture of anger and resignation. "I never saw this coming. We're completely outnumbered and outmaneuvered."
Beside him, the other tank players exchanged worried glances, their expressions mirroring Elio's own sense of dismay.