Chapter 181 More Blood…



Villain Ch 181. More Blood…

'More… I want more blood.'

That thought filled Allen's head as he unleashed the pent-up emotions that had been building inside him. The thrill of slaughter consumed him, providing a cathartic release for his bottled-up anger. He had held it in for far too long, and now he reveled in the opportunity to let it all out.

Every drop of blood that spilled and every player that collapsed before him, served as a gratifying balm for his rage. It was as if he had found an oasis in the midst of a drought during the scorching dry season. The satisfaction he derived from their suffering fueled his insatiable appetite for more.

The players, on the other hand, quickly came to the realization that they couldn't win if they continued with their current tactics. The devil emperor had devastated them, but he had inadvertently ignited a sense of unity and shared purpose among them. They no longer saw themselves as separate individuals, parties, or guilds. Instead, they embraced a collective identity bound by their common goal of defeating the devil emperor.

Word spread like wildfire from mouth to mouth, from party to party, and from guild to guild. It was a strategy born out of necessity, a last-ditch effort to turn the tides against the overwhelming power of the devil emperor. As the players huddled together, sharing their ideas and coordinating their efforts, a plan began to take form.

[Time remaining 10:31]

With ten minutes left on the clock, the tension in the air was palpable. Allen and the girls, sharp-eyed and ever-vigilant, were quick to notice the change in the battlefield. It was a subtle shift, but one that held immense significance. The tank class players, displaying remarkable agility and precision, devised a daring plan to lure the Gryphon and Slime King away from the heart of the city.

The tanks skillfully utilized their Taunt ability, drawing the attention of the mini bosses and leading them to remote, desolate areas. The monsters, too, fell victim to this diversionary tactic, their attention redirected and their aggression misdirected. The tanks focused primarily on the mid to high-level monsters, leaving the lower-level ones behind.

It dawned on the players that the devil emperor possessed the ability to recall and summon his minions at will. No matter how many monsters they defeated, the battle would never reach its end. It was a futile cycle of destruction and rebirth. The only viable solution was to isolate the minions in secluded, empty spaces, where their presence would cause minimal harm.

The tanks skillfully led the mini bosses and monster horde away from the city center, pushing them as far as possible from the crucial battleground. It was a risky endeavor, as any misstep or lapse in concentration could spell disaster. But their determination fueled their actions, and they executed their plan flawlessly.

Allen and the girls, their eyes locked on the players' cunning strategy, immediately understood the implications. They took to the skies, their figures hovering ominously above the battlefield, granting them a vantage point to unleash devastating area attacks. Their aim was clear: disrupt the players' plan and deplete their dwindling forces.

The air crackled with anticipation as Allen and the girls prepared to unleash their destructive powers. With a wicked grin, they conjured torrents of flame, bolts of lightning, and swirling demonic orbs. The ground trembled beneath them as they unleashed a cataclysmic onslaught, determined to shatter the players' resolve.

But the players were not to be underestimated. They had prepared for this very moment, and their coordinated efforts bore fruit. The ranged fighters, mages, and archers, in a show of remarkable skill and synchronization, swiftly countered Allen and the girls' onslaught.

The archers, their quivers emptied in a symphony of relentless arrows, released a torrential rain of projectiles upon Allen and the girls. The sky was painted with a lethal barrage of arrows, each one guided by the expertise and precision of the archers. The projectiles sought out their targets, creating a breathtaking spectacle as they found their mark with unerring accuracy.

Firebolt exploded in bursts of flame, engulfing the area with searing heat and scorching infernos. Thunderbolts crackled through the sky, striking with electrifying force. The combined assault of the players was a testament to their determination and resourcefulness.

The demonic powers collided with the players' counterattacks. The battlefield erupted in chaos. Explosions reverberated through the air, followed by billowing smoke and blinding flashes of light. The clash of magical energies shook the virtual ground, sending shockwaves that rippled through the digital landscape.

Allen and the others raised their arms in a cross-motion, shielding themselves from everything that came rushing at them, holding their ground in the sky.

The impact was immense. The force of the collision sent shockwaves rippling through the virtual landscape, causing the ground to quake and tremble. Players were thrown off their feet, their bodies tumbling through the air as they struggled to regain their balance.

But amidst the chaos, the tanks remained steadfast in their mission. With unwavering determination, they pressed forward, utilizing their Taunt skills to divert the attention of the mobs and draw them away from the city center. Their movements were a mix of agility and resilience as they dodged enemy attacks and guided the horde toward the outskirts.

When the smoke and the impact subside, the mobs had moved away. Allen and his team couldn't follow the tanks that carry their minions away or they would be too far from the evil tower. That was the same as letting them fall into the player's trap. Allen had to admit the players' strategic maneuvers had managed to disrupt his plans, scattering his forces and making it difficult for him to maintain control.

But instead of panic, excitement painted a twisted smile on Allen's face. The unexpected turn of events had ignited a fire within him, stirring up a sense of exhilaration that ran through his veins. His eyes gleamed with a wicked gleam as he reveled in the unfolding chaos.

"This is getting interesting," he hissed, his voice laced with a mix of anticipation and delight. The challenge presented by the players injected a newfound energy into the battle, sparking his twisted desires for destruction and dominance.