Villain Ch 187. We Meet Again, Lil Kitten
In the chaotic midst of a gruesome battlefield, the clash of steel resonated through the air, blending with the primal roars that echoed in the distance. Mac found himself locked in combat with a fearsome orc. Every swing of his sword was accompanied by a burst of sweat, a spatter of blood, and an assortment of bruises that adorned his body. In this violent dance of life and death, Mac's shining armor set him apart, a beacon amidst the chaos.
The battle raged on, Mac's sword clashed fiercely against the orc's mighty ax, each blow resonating with intense energy. The two combatants were evenly matched, their determination etched across their faces. The orc, a hulking creature with bulging muscles and a ferocious snarl, possessed a raw strength that Mac had to overcome. With every swing, Mac's muscles strained and his heart pounded within his chest, urging him to press on.
In a moment of sheer precision, Mac unleashed his Sword Strike. His weapon sliced through the air with incredible speed and accuracy, finding its mark on the orc's vulnerable spot. The monster let out a final, guttural groan as its life force drained away.
Mac stood amidst the chaos, his mind reeling with disbelief at the unexpected turn of events. The once meticulously planned battle formation had been shattered in a matter of minutes, leaving nothing but an unsettling atmosphere of disorder and dwindling hope for victory. It was as if the devil emperor possessed an uncanny ability to read their strategies and swiftly alter the course of the event.
As his eyes darted across the battlefield, Mac took in the sight of his comrades and other players locked in a desperate struggle for survival. The intensity of the situation sent a shiver down his spine. This was far more terrifying than he had ever anticipated, considering the meticulous preparations he had made prior to the event's commencement.
'Why is everything falling apart?' he thought to himself. 'What did I do wrong?'
Doubt gnawed at him as he questioned his own actions, searching for the flaws in his strategy. He had been confident in his plan and had expected to at least put up a meaningful fight against the devil emperor, armed with all the information he had meticulously gathered. Yet, reality had proved him wrong, dashing his hopes with a force more devastating than the first event.
Caught off guard by his own doubts, Mac found himself momentarily lost in his thoughts, completely unaware of the impending danger. In the midst of his reverie, a goblin lunged at him, its malevolent eyes filled with malicious intent. Panic surged through his veins as he instinctively raised his blade, preparing to counter the imminent attack. But time seemed to slow down, and Mac knew in his heart that he was too late—the goblin's strike would land, and he wouldn't have enough time to defend himself.
Just as despair threatened to consume him, a resounding clash of weapons reverberated through the air.
- Clang!
It wasn't Mac's own blade that intercepted the goblin's attack; it was a towering ax that met the enemy's blow with unparalleled strength and precision.
"Lost in thought in the middle of the battlefield isn't like you, Mac!" a familiar voice bellowed, jolting Mac back to reality. Standing steadfastly beside him was Greg, a craftsman, a trusted comrade, and fellow warrior, his presence a welcome sight in the midst of chaos.
Not finishing with his surprise, a mandragora materialized at Mac's side, its vicious tendrils lashing out at the goblin with deadly precision. The unexpected assistance caught Mac off guard.
Before he could fully process the turn of events, Player_Eater went to the other side of Mac, wearing a smug smirk that oozed arrogance. With a sneer, Player_Eater mocked, "Don't tell me our almighty leader's skill has been dropped now."
Greg chimed in, his voice laced with playful sarcasm. "Come on, Elio, your face looks like you're about to burst into tears."
Mac recognized Greg's attempt to lighten the mood and boost his spirits.
Player_Eater responded with a smile. "We've had far worse battles than this in the tournament two years ago, remember?" The remainder of their past struggles was both a jibe and a subtle encouragement, reminding Mac that he had faced adversity before and emerged victorious.
A surge of warmth filled Mac's heart as he heard the cheers and encouragement from his friends. Their unwavering support was a beacon of light amidst the chaos, rekindling his confidence. A smile spread across his lips, and he replied with genuine happiness, "Yeah, you guys are right... I'm sorry."
However, their fleeting moment of camaraderie was abruptly shattered as a chilling realization washed over them. Their eyes locked onto a swift figure soaring through the air—it was the devil emperor, and judging from where he was going, he was headed straight for someone they held dear. Yora!
Fear etched itself onto their faces, their expressions mirroring the horrors that gripped their hearts. Without uttering a single word, the three of them sprinted toward their comrade's location, their minds focused solely on reaching Yora in time. They ignored the surrounding chaos and battles, their sole objective to warn Yora of the imminent danger hurtling towards them.
Mac's voice pierced through the chaos, a desperate cry that carried his urgency. "YORA!" he bellowed with every ounce of strength he could muster, his voice cutting through the din of clashing weapons and cries of agony. As Mac's eyes scanned the battlefield, he finally caught sight of Yora, who stood at a distance, diligently healing an injured archer.
Mac's desperate shout grabbed Yora's attention, causing her to whirl around and lock eyes with her worried comrades. Their expressions spoke volumes, their concern was evident in their eyes. But in the blink of an eye, horror replaced their worry as the devil emperor descended from the sky right before Yora, obstructing her view of her friends.
A chill ran down Yora's spine as the emperor's cold voice cut through the air. "Hello, Lil kitten. We meet again," he sneered, his gaze piercing with unmistakable malice. Yora's heart raced, her instincts screaming at her to flee, to find a way out of this dangerous encounter. The killing intent emanating from the devil emperor was palpable, a stark reminder of his merciless nature.
But before Yora could react, the devil emperor swiftly extended his demonic claw, striking the archer with lethal precision. The sound of a heartrending scream echoed through the air as the archer's life was mercilessly extinguished, leaving Yora's healing abilities rendered useless. Horror gripped her, paralyzing her momentarily as the weight of the situation pressed upon her.
Note: Now, you know why Allen's former teammates (Greg and Player_Eater) prefer Mac than Allen. Because Mac sometimes gets carried away with his emotions, it's his flaw. So they have some changes to shine. While Allen could press his emotion and using more of his logic than his feelings in the battle.
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