Chapter 179 Where Is My Prey?



Villain Ch 179. Where Is My Prey?

'Where the hell is he?' Allen's mind seethed with anger and vengeance as he surveyed the chaotic battlefield below. The clash of swords, the crackling of spells, and the anguished cries of both players and monsters filled the air. But amidst the chaos, his eyes were fixated on one target—the elusive Elio and his guild.

"I'll make you pay, Elio," Allen muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a mix of determination and malice. He yearned to witness the despair etched on Elio's face, to shatter his hopes and dreams in the most brutal manner possible. It was a thirst for revenge that consumed him, driving him forward with relentless ferocity.

As his gaze swept across the battlefield, Allen's heart pounded in his chest, his adrenaline surging to dangerous heights. He was consumed by a bloodlust that urged him to seek out Elio and his guild, to make them pay for their treachery. The desire to witness their helplessness, to revel in their defeat, fueled his every move. He wanted the frustration painted on Elio's face, the pain of his hopelessness when Allen slaughtered them in front of him and repeated it before his eyes.

Allen's thirst for vengeance knew no bounds. One kill wasn't enough to quench his desire for retribution against Elio. He craved the satisfaction of repeatedly ending Elio's virtual existence, making him question his own gaming prowess. The mere thought of tormenting Sophia in front of Elio, over and over again, until he realized the futility of his attempts to protect her, sent shivers of sadistic delight down Allen's spine.

However, despite his burning desire, Allen couldn't locate Elio or any member of the Order of Valiance. They seemed to have vanished into thin air, cunningly evading his relentless pursuit. Even Darren and Liam, whom he believed Elio had contacted for recruitment, remained frustratingly unseen.

But Allen wasn't one to back down. He knew deep down that Elio and his members couldn't hide forever. They would resurface, and when they did, he would be there to exact his revenge. So, he set his sights on the second event, convinced that Elio, Darren, and Liam would make their move there.

It made perfect sense. Eyon Village was their stronghold, their home base. The advantage lay with the participants of the second event, as they could gather valuable information from those who had already taken part in the first event. Allen was determined to exploit this advantage to its fullest.

As Allen surveyed the battlefield, analyzing the players who had gathered around him, his gaze settled on a group that had formed an intriguing battle formation. The melee DPS warriors stood firmly at the forefront, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. Behind them, the ranged DPS experts took their positions, their bows, and staves ready to rain down destruction upon their foes. The healers, with their calming auras and gentle magic, positioned themselves strategically amidst the ranged DPS, prepared to mend any wounds inflicted upon their comrades.

A smile tugged at the corners of Allen's lips as he observed the neat and organized formation. It was evident that these players had experienced countless battles together, their coordination and teamwork shining through their synchronized movements.

The formation was impressive, a well-organized unit that maximized their chances of success. It was a sight to behold, their ranks tightly knit, like a well-oiled machine. Each member knew their role and executed it with precision, pushing through the horde of monsters bit by bit, steadily advancing toward the towering structure that housed the evil power.

"Another strong guild at last…" he muttered. They were still in the early game, every player, even the seasoned veterans, pushed themselves to climb the ranks and acquire powerful equipment. Although Allen possessed an advantage due to his experience and character, he knew that as time passed, he would encounter even more formidable opponents. He never underestimated his adversaries, understanding that the challenges would only grow with each passing day.

A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes as a wicked idea crossed his mind. "Well, well, well... Since they've caught my attention, I might as well reward them," he murmured, his voice filled with amusement.

Without hesitation, Allen gracefully flew to them, his presence commanding the attention of the entire guild. Their movements ceased, their eyes locked on him, filled with a mixture of anticipation and wariness. The tension in the air was palpable as they prepared for an imminent battle.

But instead of launching an attack, Allen surprised them all. Still hovering in the sky, with a smooth and fluid motion, he bent one leg back and extended his hand across his chest, mimicking a polite bow. It was an unexpected display of respect and acknowledgment, contrasting with his reputation as a powerful and merciless devil emperor.

Allen's wicked grin grew wider as he observed the guild members, their confusion evident on their faces. He enjoyed playing mind games and toying with their expectations. With a nonchalant demeanor, he casually brushed off their anticipation of a battle.

"My apologies if my pathetic minions didn't provide enough entertainment for you," he remarked, his voice adopting an unexpectedly calm and composed tone. It was a stark contrast to his reputation as a fearsome and ruthless emperor. His words hung in the air, carrying a hint of mischief and intrigue.

The guild members remained on guard, unsure of what to expect next. They had anticipated a brutal confrontation, but Allen's change in demeanor intrigued and unsettled them. It was as if he had shifted from a cunning predator to a composed gentleman, concealing his true intentions behind a facade of politeness.

Without averting his gaze from the guild members, Allen gracefully flicked his fingers upward, as if performing a spell. The air crackled with energy as he uttered a single word, "Summon." His voice was soft, yet resonated with a commanding authority.

A surge of dark magic enveloped the area, causing a ripple in reality. Suddenly, a massive figure materialized before them—an imposing Slime King, towering over the battlefield. The Slime King possessed a gelatinous body, its surface shimmering with an eerie glow. Its presence exuded power, making even the bravest of the guild members take a step back.

-  BAM!

With a resounding thud, the Slime King landed on the ground, causing the earth to tremble beneath its weight. The impact sent shockwaves through the surrounding area, scattering debris and causing the guild members to stumble.

Allen's eyes glinted with excitement as he watched their reactions. "Please enjoy your new entertainment…" he said again.