Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 898 Blood And Death

Villain Ch 898. Blood And Death

Allen's journey to the second basement took longer than he had anticipated. The trail of blood and death that followed him was proof to his lethal efficiency. The air filled with the crackle of his fiery skills and the screams of fallen players. His black lances struck with unerring accuracy and his Firerain skill left burn marks that lingered for a moment before fading into the virtual ether.

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The first floor of the dungeon was a place of chaos, with players scattering in all directions. Allen moved through the throngs, his presence causing panic and confusion. His devil emperor avatar was a dark blur like a harbinger of doom that no one could escape. Fire and shadow swirled around him, the remnants of his skills marking his path with scorched stone and smoldering debris.

However, as he descended into the basement, the atmosphere changed dramatically. The transition from the first floor to the basement was stark. The neatly maintained, magical ambiance of the upper floors gave way to a dank, oppressive environment. The basement resembled an abandoned cave more than a continuation of the dungeon above.

Cobwebs hung thickly in the corners, and the scant light that filtered through did little to dispel the pervasive darkness.

The stone walls were rough and uneven, marked by years of neglect. It was clear that this part of the dungeon had been designed to evoke a sense of ancient abandonment, like the escape pathways common in castles of old. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, adding to the sense of foreboding.

Allen smiled dryly as he took in his surroundings. 'Yup, definitely a suitable place to put insect-type monsters here,' he thought, his mind briefly distracted by the eerie setting.

The dim light cast long shadows, and Allen moved cautiously, his senses on high alert. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional skittering of unseen creatures. As he ventured deeper, the atmosphere grew even more claustrophobic, the narrow passages forcing him to slow his pace and navigate carefully.

This basement, while not particularly difficult to navigate, wound like a snaking serpent through the depths. The path predominantly followed a single, narrow course, occasionally branching into two or three offshoots. It was far less complex than a traditional maze, which Allen appreciated as he moved forward.

The dungeon's map updated in real-time, marking which paths he had already traversed and which remained unexplored.

The eerie silence of the basement was unsettling. Unlike the bustling first floor, this level was devoid of other players. The absence of human presence made every small sound stand out sharply. The soft echo of his footsteps, the distant dripping of water, and the faint rustling of insect monsters reverberated through the stone corridors.

Allen's senses were heightened, his ears keenly attuned to even the slightest noise.

He had yet to encounter another player, which lent the place an almost ghostly quietness. This solitude was a double-edged sword. On one hand, it meant he could move without interference, but on the other, the isolation intensified the dungeon's ominous atmosphere. The occasional scuttling sound from the insect monsters only added to the tension.

The chat box suddenly appeared in front of him, momentarily breaking his focus.

Selena: Allen, where are you?

Allen quickly typed his response.

Azazel: I'm on my way. 1st basement.

Grimora: Did the players give you a hard time? Do you need us to pick you up?

Allen smirked at the concern in Grimora's message. His fingers moved swiftly over the keys.

Azazel: Well, thanks. I was just having too much fun and decided to take a detour. Ya know, to make sure they don't follow me.

Abyssia: Okay, we will wait for you here.

The chat box closed, and Allen's steps slowed as he approached a new intersection in the dungeon. He exhaled deeply, staring at the two branching paths before him. "Right, new intersection," he muttered to himself, contemplating his options. "I guess I'll take the right first then," he decided, heading down the right-hand path.

Allen walked down the dark path, his eyes scanning the monotonous surroundings. The view was dull, the same jagged stone walls and uneven ground stretching endlessly before him. Every now and then, he passed by a ruin or two, remnants of structures that suggested some long-forgotten presence.

But Allen knew it was all just part of the game's decoration, designed to evoke a sense of ancient abandonment and mystery.

The path was irritatingly jagged, with sharp protrusions and uneven surfaces making the journey physically uncomfortable. The ground was littered with debris, and the walls were rough and uninviting. The only light came from dim torches flickering weakly, casting long, eerie shadows that danced across the stone surfaces. The torches seemed almost dead, barely providing enough illumination to see by.

Allen could understand why players hated this place. The darkness provided perfect cover for the insect monsters that lurked here, allowing them to ambush and attack unsuspecting players. He had already encountered several of these creatures, their dog-sized bodies scuttling out of the shadows with surprising speed. But Allen was prepared.

His Telekinesis Blast skill allowed him to deflect their attacks before they could reach him, sending them hurtling back into the darkness with lethal force. Stay connected through novelbuddy

The insects were relentless, their aggressive nature making them a constant threat. They attacked in mobs, swarming from the shadows in coordinated strikes. Each encounter required Allen to stay vigilant, his senses on high alert.

Despite the challenge, Allen moved on. The repetitive scenery and constant attacks were draining, but they also provided a perfect outlet for his pent-up frustrations. Every time an insect lunged at him, he responded with calculated precision, his attacks swift and deadly.

The dark path echoed with the sounds of battle, the sharp clinks of his lances or the explosive sound of his orbs meeting the hard carapaces of the monsters, and the occasional hiss as his Telekinesis Blast sent them flying.