Chapter 437 Carnival Of Chaos
Villain Ch 437. Carnival Of Chaos
Sophia met Allen's cold, unyielding gaze, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and fascination. She couldn't deny the chilling presence he exuded, but she was also intrigued by the Devil Emperor. Deep down, she knew he was just a complex piece of artificial intelligence, a program designed to challenge and fight players. Yet, there was something undeniably real about his malevolence, something that sent shivers down her spine.
Sophia couldn't help but grit her teeth. She needed to stand her ground, to assert that they were indeed a team, a tightly-knit group working together to tackle the challenges of this immersive gaming experience.
"Yes!" she exclaimed with conviction, her voice quivering only slightly. "We are a team!"
Allen's response was not what she expected. He leaned in closer, his voice a sinister whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "Then," he murmured, his words brushing against her ear, "why are you using them? Why are you manipulating them, making them your pawns?"
Sophia gasped audibly, her eyes widening in shock. How could this A.I, this digital creation, see through her intentions so easily? Her heart pounded in her chest as the realization settled in that her cunning plan had not escaped Allen's watchful eye.
Due to her silence, he leaned back slightly, distancing his face from Sophia's.
"Well," Allen finally spoke, his tone carrying a hint of indifference. "Not everyone who wears white is pure, and not everyone who wears black is evil. I won't blame you for it..." Without hesitation, Allen used his Soul Siphon on her.
Her cries of agony echoed in the virtual city, but the digital pain was no less real. She could feel herself growing weaker by the second, her strength and vitality ebbing away as Allen drained her life essence. Her vision blurred as darkness encroached, threatening to consume her entirely. It was as if a part of her very essence was being torn away, sucked into the abyss by Allen's relentless Soul Siphon.
Elio who had been ready to rush to Sophia's aid, found himself thwarted by the raging circle of fire that surrounded them. Desperation and frustration etched across his face as he turned to Darren and Liam.
"Liam, can you—" Elio began, hoping that Liam's earth-based skills could create a path through the flames, allowing them to reach Sophia. But he stopped his words as he realized something was terribly amiss.
To his shock and disbelief, Darren and Liam remained eerily silent, their expressions cold and devoid of the concern and urgency that should have defined the situation. It was a stark departure from their usual urgency.
Confused, Elio extended a hand and gently tapped Liam's shoulder. The touch was meant to jolt his friend back to their senses. Elio's voice quivered as he implored them, "Guys."
Finally, the motion seemed to draw their attention, their gazes turning to Elio. But time was not on their side, and the dreadful truth bore down on them like an impending storm.
It was too late.
The malevolent emperor, reveling in his sadistic triumph, had already drained Sophia's life essence, leaving her lifeless form crumpled on the virtual ground.
Allen's malicious grin widened as he nonchalantly tossed Sophia's lifeless form to a desolate corner, far from her shattered team. The callousness of his actions sent shivers down the spines of those who witnessed it, an unsettling reminder of the merciless AI they were up against.
His predatory gaze then shifted to Elio, Darren, and Liam, who now stood on the precipice of an unforgiving reckoning. The atmosphere crackled with tension as Allen addressed them with cruel amusement dripping from his words. "It seems the loyal dogs aren't really loyal, and the pawns don't want to be the pawns anymore," he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.
Elio, Darren, and Liam clenched their jaws in collective defiance. They couldn't stand to hear any more of Allen's venomous words, not in this moment of despair. With a shared resolve, they lunged at the emperor.
However, Allen had already decided that this was where their harrowing journey would culminate. Without hesitation, Allen invoked his dreaded skill, "Stone Curse."
The crowd control skill took hold, and a palpable sense of dread swept over Elio, Darren, Liam, and other players around them. Their movements began to slow, their limbs growing heavier with every passing second. It was as if they were being weighed down by the very stones of their own impending doom.
[Event time remaining 1:03]
Seeing the time was up, Allen spread his wings wide, a dark aura enveloped him. With an air of superiority, he launched himself into the darkened sky, soaring above the virtual sky.
Reaching a vantage point high above the frozen masses, he unleashed his formidable skill once more: Dark Storm. An unholy tempest, brimming with malevolent energies, rained down upon the petrified players, as thunderbolts of sinister lightning illuminated the blackened heavens.
The players, ensnared by the Stone Curse, could do nothing but bear witness to their impending doom. The malevolent bolts of lightning struck them down with merciless precision, reducing their HP to zero in the merciless game. The surrounding buildings crumbled to rubble under the relentless onslaught of the Dark Storm.
The virtual city became a scene of nightmarish desolation, as the chilling cries of the fallen players were drowned out by the cacophony of destruction. The skies, once serene and hopeful, were now a testament to the emperor's power.
Allen hovered in the blackened firmament, looking down upon the devastation with a wicked grin, his eyes glinting with the sinister pleasure of one who revels in chaos. In that horrifying moment, he stood as an indomitable force, the very embodiment of despair for those who dared to challenge him.
"Ahahahaha!" Allen's unhinged laughter echoed through the ashen skies. His mirthful cackles seemed to dance on the winds, a chilling symphony to accompany the chaos he had wrought. With a malevolent glee, he raised both of his hands, as if declaring to all who witnessed the devastation that he was the mastermind behind this nightmarish carnival of chaos.
The city lay in ruins, a twisted landscape of horror. Flames devoured what remained of once-stalwart buildings, their fiery tongues licking at the remnants of hope that once resided within their walls. The stench of burning wood and charred stone hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of fear and despair.
Roaming monsters, once confined to the peripheries of the city, now roamed freely amidst the wreckage, their grotesque forms illuminated by the flickering flames. Their monstrous roars reverberated through the broken streets, a haunting chorus to the city's demise.
Amidst the chaos, the cries of pain and anguish pierced the night. Desperate shouts and pleas for help were drowned out by the cacophony of battle. Swords clashed with a furious intensity, the metallic ring of steel against steel a grim reminder of the relentless struggle for survival.
Spellcasters, their incantations resonating with arcane power, unleashed devastating magic. Explosions of fire and lightning tore through the cityscape, leaving naught but smoldering craters in their wake.
[The war event will end in 10 seconds!]
The countdown began, each passing second marked by a pulse of light that illuminated the screen. Until it reached zero. Another announcement appeared.
[City of Ront destruction is 73%!]
[The villain wins!]
[City of Ront now belongs to The Devil Emperor!]
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