Chapter 435 Hot Ruthless Emperor
Villain Ch 435. Hot Ruthless Emperor
Amidst the chaos and destruction that had engulfed Ront City, the girls carried out their own reign of terror, reveling in the mayhem they were causing. They took perverse pleasure in watching Allen's ruthless massacre unfold. While they had their own methods of tormenting the players with area spells, Allen's preference for more hands-on slaughter intrigued them.
As the city burned and crumbled around them, the girls couldn't help but admire Allen's twisted enjoyment of the carnage. His actions were a stark contrast to their own, as he sought out players one by one, ending their virtual lives with his own hands. It was a gruesome spectacle that fascinated and repulsed them all at once.
The girls couldn't help but admit that Allen's sadistic side had a certain charm to it. It wasn't just the intensity of the ongoing battle or the high-stakes event that made their hearts race. No, it was the sheer exhilaration of watching Allen embrace his darkest instincts that set their pulses racing.
Clad in that ominous black armor, he seemed like a harbinger of chaos. His sword, once gleaming and pristine, was now stained with the crimson testament of his foes' demise.
But it was his wicked smirk, his signature expression in the midst of the madness, that truly sent shivers down their spines. His eyes, cold and unyielding, revealed the unmistakable intent to kill, as he waded through a sea of adversaries.
And the splatters of blood that adorned his visage like macabre war paint only served to underscore the sheer brutality of his actions. Allen was a force to be reckoned with, and his sadistic charisma was undeniable, even in the midst of virtual warfare.
"Damn... I really like when he's in this mode," Jane purred, her voice tinged with a twisted delight as she stood atop a burning building. Her manic grin revealed her dark fascination as she licked her lips, a sinister desire coursing through her.
Alice, riding on her broomstick, glided closer, her gaze locked onto Allen. She couldn't help but agree with Jane's sentiment. "Yes, I have to admit he's so hot," she admitted with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Allen's distant figure held an irresistible allure, even amidst the chaos and destruction of the event.
"Bad guys are usually hot, but the ones who give you comfort are good guys," Bella chimed in as she joined the conversation. Her tone was unusually serious, betraying the gravity of the situation. Despite her attraction to Allen's darker side, she knew it was no time for levity. They were in the midst of a chaotic war event, after all.
"He does have both sides, doesn't he?" Shea mused, her smirk revealing a certain fascination with this ruthless incarnation of Allen. Having knowledge of Allen's real-world status only added to her curiosity about how he'd wield his newfound power as a young master.
[Event time remaining 5: 36]
The clock ticked down. The devastation in Ront City had reached catastrophic levels. Hope had all but faded from both NPCs and players' hearts. While most struggled to mount a final desperate defense, their composure hanging by a thread, Allen continued his relentless slaughter. He had encountered some formidable opponents along the way, including skilled pro players who had thrown everything they had at him.
Allen couldn't help but admire a few of their well-executed ambushes and tactics, even in the midst of this chaotic nightmare. These moments of challenge added a certain thrill to his relentless rampage.
In the middle of the chaos that reigned supreme in the war-torn city, Elio emerged like a late hero, his Battle Bear charging forward with a primal scream that resonated through the battlefield.
"HAAA!" Sword raised high, his face contorted with righteous anger, Elio's arrival was nothing short of dramatic.
Allen, amidst his relentless slaughter, turned his attention to the Paladin with a sinister grin. "You are late, Paladin," he taunted, his voice laced with wicked amusement. Allen pivoted swiftly to face Elio, his sword gleaming with malevolent intent. Their eyes locked in a deadly dance of anticipation, and it was clear that Elio aimed to strike Allen head-on, ending this chaos.
Yet, in a breathtaking display of agility and skill, Allen sidestepped the charge at the last possible moment. Like a seasoned matador, he gracefully evaded the Paladin's thrust and the Battle Bear's body slam. Instead of facing Elio head-on, he chose a different strategy. In one fluid motion, he redirected his blade toward the massive legs of Elio's Battle Bear, slashing with brutal precision.
The Battle Bear let out a pained roar as its legs were severed, and Elio's momentum carried him forward. With a thunderous crash, the Paladin and his mount crashed to the ground, leaving a cloud of dust and debris in their wake. Elio, now dismounted and injured, lay sprawled amidst the chaos, his fierce assault thwarted by Allen's calculated maneuver.
"Pathetic as always." Allen turned to Elio, a wicked grin spreading across his face as the Paladin struggled to regain his composure. Elio's words stung, but he couldn't afford to let them distract him now.
"Shut up!" Elio snapped, his voice filled with determination as he raised his shield defensively. "Charge," he muttered. His skill was triggered, and holy power surged through him, giving him the strength and speed he needed for the next move. With unwavering resolve, he charged at Allen, his massive shield aimed to slam into his foe.
However, Allen's smile remained, a sinister curve of his lips that hinted at his confidence. He knew that Elio's fiery determination alone wouldn't be enough to defeat him, especially considering Elio's weakened state with only a third of his HP remaining.
Once Elio closed the distance, ready to unleash his powerful attack, Allen swiftly employed his Shadow Step skill. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from Elio's view, only to reappear behind the Paladin. With cold precision, he thrust his sword deep into Elio's back, the blade finding its mark and piercing his heart.
Elio's HP plummeted to zero, and he collapsed to the ground, defeated but unyielding. He had known the odds were against him, but he chose to face the battle head-on, refusing to run from the challenge before him.
Before Allen could celebrate his victory, the battlefield was disrupted by the emergence of five enormous carnivorous plants and a barrage of earth spikes that surged toward Allen. With swift reflexes, Allen conjured his Barrier to fend off the incoming threats, his concentration unwavering.
As the transparent barrier protected him, Allen turned his gaze to the source of the attack. There stood Darren and Liam, resolute expressions on their faces. And behind them, Sophia, her presence casting a light of hope.
Allen's sinister grin returned, a glint of malevolence in his eyes as he addressed Sophia. "It's you, Lil' kitten," he purred, his tone laced with both amusement and danger.
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