Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 653. Till The Bitter End [Part 1]

Red_King led his group of agile fighters. They leaped onto the back of the Behemoth. The monster's thick, uneven hide presented a challenging terrain for the players, making it difficult to find stable footing amidst the chaos of battle.

With each movement of the beast, its back swayed and buckled, throwing off the players clinging desperately to its surface. Red_King and his companions struggled to maintain their balance as Behemoth thrashed about, attempting to dislodge the intruders from its back.

Despite the daunting task before them, Red_King and his group remained determined, their hands gripping tightly to whatever protrusions they could find on the monster's rough hide. Some drove their weapons deep into the creature's flesh, anchoring themselves in place as they prepared to launch their attacks.

The height at which they found themselves was dizzying, and the prospect of falling from such a perilous perch was enough to send shivers down even the bravest player's spine. Below them, a seething mass of monsters awaited, their ravenous jaws gaping hungrily.

Desperately, Red_King clung to Behemoth's back. His heart raced with adrenaline-fueled determination. With a swift and calculated movement, he drove his sword deep into the monster's thick hide, anchoring himself firmly in place. His grip tightened around the hilt as Behemoth thrashed and bucked beneath him, its movements wild and unpredictable.

The roar of the monstrous creature reverberated in Red_King's ears, its deafening sound echoing across the battlefield. Though the monster's movements may have appeared sluggish from a distance, up close, they felt akin to a violent earthquake. Each tremor sent shockwaves rippling through Red_King's body, threatening to dislodge him from his precarious perch.

Despite the overwhelming chaos and danger surrounding him, Red_King remained steadfast as he braced himself against the relentless onslaught. With every movement of the monster, he adjusted his stance, his muscles tensed with the effort of maintaining his grip.

Around him, his fellow fighters faced similar challenges, their weapons poised and ready as they fought tooth and nail to maintain their foothold on Behemoth's back.

Their hearts pounded with a mixture of fear and courage. This was uncharted territory for them, a reckless plan born out of desperation in the face of overwhelming odds. Each breath they took was laced with uncertainty.

The wind whipped against their faces, tugging at their hair and clothing as Behemoth continued to thrash and roar beneath them. With every movement of the monstrous creature, they felt the full force of its power, their bodies buffeted by the tumultuous chaos that surrounded them.

They could only hope that the efforts of their fellow fighters— the ranged players and the alchemists with their tonics— would succeed in calming the rampaging creature. And to their relief, it seemed that their hopes were not in vain.

Slowly but surely, they felt the tension in Behemoth's movements begin to subside, the wild thrashing giving way to a more subdued demeanor. The creature's roars grew less frequent, replaced by heavy, labored breaths as it struggled to maintain its strength against the onslaught of attacks from the ground below.

[Behemoth's speed has dropped by 50%]

The alchemists' tonics began to take effect. The second gigantic monster also slowed its frenzied movements, mirroring the calming effect observed on Behemoth. It was as if a pair of wild animals had suddenly been sedated, their once-raging demeanor replaced by a subdued tranquility.

Seizing the opportunity, Red_King wasted no time in rallying his comrades to action. With a swift command, he drew his sword and planted his feet firmly on Behemoth's back, his voice cutting through the chaos like a clarion call. "NOW!" he ordered, his tone ringing with urgency and determination.

Without hesitation, Red_King and the remaining players on Behemoth's back sprang into action, racing towards the back of the monster's neck with all the speed they could muster. But their path was fraught with obstacles, as the emperor's subordinates quickly realized their intentions and unleashed a barrage of attacks in an effort to dislodge them.

Though the battle raged on around them, Red_King and his comrades remained focused on their goal, their minds clear and their resolve unshakeable. They knew that victory hung in the balance, and they were determined to seize it with every ounce of strength and courage they possessed.

Alice, the witch queen, soared through the air with a menacing grace, her eyes ablaze with malice as she swooped down upon the players, intent on thwarting their advance. Meanwhile, the Gryphon, under the emperor's command, swooped down from above, its talons poised to strike at any moment.

Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against them, Red_King and his comrades pressed on, their hearts pounding with adrenaline as they fought tooth and nail to reach their target. With primal screams of determination, they plunged their swords and blades into the vulnerable flesh of the monsters' necks, their weapons biting deep into the flesh with each savage blow.

[Critical Hits!]

The monsters let out guttural roars of pain, their massive forms writhing beneath the onslaught. The damage inflicted by the players was considerable, with the Behemoth's HP plummeting at an alarming rate.

The vulnerable spot at the back of the monster's neck proved to be its Achilles' heel, its flesh yielding easily to the relentless assault. Sensing an opportunity, other players sprang into action, their ranged attacks raining down upon the exposed weak point with deadly precision.

Hunters unleashed a barrage of arrows, each shaft finding its mark with unerring accuracy as they targeted the beast's most vulnerable areas. Mages called upon the elemental forces at their command, conjuring torrents of fire, ice, and lightning to engulf the monster in a maelstrom of destruction.

With each successive blow, the monsters' roars grew louder, reverberating through the air like thunderclaps as they struggled to withstand the relentless onslaught. The ground trembled beneath their feet, the earth itself seemingly quaking in sympathy with their pain.

But despite their valiant efforts, the monsters' resolve began to waver, their once-mighty forms faltering under the weight of the relentless assault. Piece by piece, their defenses crumbled, their HP dwindling with each passing moment.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Yet even as victory seemed within their grasp, the players knew that the battle was far from over.

Below the gigantic monsters, Elio's determination surged as he spurred his mount, weaving through the chaos beneath the towering monsters. With every stride, he aimed to bring down the colossal creatures by targeting their vulnerable legs, evading deadly vines and dispatching the smaller monsters that swarmed around him.

The battle was relentless, each moment fraught with danger as Elio and his comrades fought tooth and nail against the monstrous onslaught. Despite their skill and valor, casualties mounted among their ranks, with fallen players swiftly respawning at the gate only to be thrust back into the fray.

They tried to reach the healing post they had provided, a building near the entrance where several healers were waiting to heal them. But even with the short distance and hidden building, it was still difficult to reach.

The Behemoth and the shadow creature had fallen, not dead yet, but a new threat emerged from the shadows. Ghostly priestess monsters, with their eerie presence, advanced onto the battlefield, their sinister chants weaving dark magic to heal the wounded boss monsters and bolster the strength of the surrounding horde.

The arrival of these spectral healers added a new layer of complexity to an already dire situation. With the boss monsters receiving continuous healing, the task of overthrowing them became even more daunting, and the destruction of Gorroc City escalated with each passing moment.

To make matters worse, the vines that once ambushed the gigantic monsters began to diminish in size, making them harder to spot and evade. The dwindling defenses meant that the players had to act swiftly and decisively to prevent further devastation.

Amidst the chaos, a realization dawned upon the players: many of their comrades were missing from their posts. The alchemists, known for their potent potions and tactical support, were nowhere to be found, leaving a crucial gap in their defensive line. Furthermore, some ranged players, who provided vital long-range support, were conspicuously absent from the battlefield.

Even Justice Bringer was nowhere to be seen, his absence felt keenly amidst the chaos of battle.

In the middle of battle, the devil emperor strolled leisurely through the mayhem, a wicked grin playing across his lips. With each step, his black swords danced in his hands, leaving a trail of crimson in their wake as they claimed the lives of countless players.

With a cheerful whistle, he moved among the monsters attacking the city, his presence striking fear into the hearts of those who dared to stand against him. His armor, once gleaming and formidable, was now stained with the blood of his victims.

Most of those who fell to his blades were alchemists and ranged players, caught unaware as he moved silently through their midst like a ghost. With swift and precise strikes, he dispatched them one by one, leaving behind a trail of death and destruction in his wake.

Some of his victims didn't even realize who had ended their lives until it was too late, such was the speed and stealth with which he moved. They fell silently, their cries drowned out by the chaos of battle, their deaths a grim reminder of the emperor's ruthless efficiency.

But amidst the bloodshed and destruction, the devil emperor remained unperturbed, his demeanor calm and collected as he continued to wreak havoc upon the city. To him, this was all just a game, a twisted form of entertainment as he reveled in the suffering of others.