Chapter 182 Sadistic Pleasure



Villain Ch 182. Sadistic Pleasure

"Damn! They got away!" Larissa hissed, frustration etched on her face. She understood the strategic implications of the tanks leading the mobs away, but the absence of Allen's minions presented its own set of challenges. Holding back such a formidable force of players without the monsters was not an ideal situation.

Bella chimed in, her voice laced with determination. "Should we go after them? Maybe we can catch up to a certain range and use our skills to eliminate the tanks."

Jane, her gaze fixed on the receding mobs, weighed the options in her mind. "I think they're already too far gone. It would be difficult to close the gap and engage them effectively."

"Let them go," Allen said, his voice dripping with calm confidence. His eyes shifted from Vivian to Shea, and then to Alice, each one meeting his gaze with their own mixture of excitement and determination. "I believe it's time we show them our true power."

Shea's lips curled into a wicked smirk as she nodded in agreement. "I was just about to suggest the same thing," she replied, her voice tinged with anticipation. The event granted them an unprecedented boost in power, amplifying their skills and capabilities to a level far beyond their usual limits. With it, their arsenal of skills had expanded, and the range and effectiveness of their attacks had skyrocketed.

Alice's eyes glinted with a mischievous gleam as she joined in the conversation. "Oh, I can already taste the thrill of the impending slaughter," she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. The prospect of unleashing their enhanced abilities upon their enemies filled her with a rush of adrenaline.

At the same time, the players regained their footing, their eyes widened in disbelief as they surveyed their surroundings. The once formidable horde of monsters had significantly dwindled in numbers, leaving only a scattering of low to mid-level creatures in their wake. Though these remaining foes posed little threat, their presence served as a mere formality in the grand scheme of the battle. It was now abundantly clear—the path to victory lay before them, paved with the opportunity to confront the devil emperor and his malevolent subordinates, as well as to lay siege upon the accursed evil tower.

Yes… This was their chance to fight back!

Excitement surged through the players' veins as they grasped the significance of this moment. Their resolve hardened, and a collective surge of determination swept through their ranks. This was their chance to turn the tides, to fight back against the seemingly insurmountable odds that had plagued them throughout the event.

"CHARGE!" A resounding battle cry erupted from a swordsman, shattering the eerie silence that had enveloped the battlefield. The cry reverberated through the air, igniting a fierce determination within the hearts of all who heard it.

Without hesitation, the players launched themselves forward, their feet pounding against the virtual ground as they sprinted toward the towering structure that represented their final objective.

With every step, the players unleashed a symphony of skill and power. Swords clashed, spells crackled, and arrows whistled through the air. The battlefield erupted into a cacophony of chaos as the players unleashed their full arsenal, combining their skills and abilities in a coordinated assault against both the towering evil tower and the malevolent figures that loomed above.

They didn't have time to waste. The clock ticked down, each passing second heightening the urgency and intensity of the battle.

The players descended upon Allen and his companions like a relentless swarm of ants, their sheer numbers a daunting sight to behold. However, the four of them—Alice, Vivian, Allen, and Shea—remained unfazed, their expressions a mix of confidence and wicked anticipation. They knew the perfect countermeasure for such a situation: crowd control skills that would turn the tide of the battle in their favor.

Vivian took the lead, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she unleashed her upgraded Charm skill. With a wave of her hand, an enchanting aura emanated from her, enveloping the surrounding area in a mesmerizing glow. The once aggressive players found their movements faltering, their aggression momentarily subdued as they succumbed to the allure of Vivian's charm. Their blades hung limply at their sides, their hostility replaced by a dazed and infatuated expression.

Meanwhile, Shea unleashed her Lullaby skill. Her voice carried a haunting melody that reverberated through the air, weaving its enchantment upon the battlefield. As the sweet lullaby reached the ears of the onrushing players, their eyelids grew heavy, their bodies swaying with drowsiness. The chaotic onslaught slowed to a sluggish crawl as the players succumbed to the soothing embrace of Shea's lullaby, and their combat prowess temporarily diminished.

Alice, with her dark and mysterious aura, raised her hands in an arcane gesture, invoking her Curse skill. An invisible force surged forth, intertwining with the air itself. Curses were unleashed upon the masses, binding their movements and weakening their resolve. The players found themselves plagued by a myriad of afflictions—slowed movements, impaired accuracy, and diminished strength. The once formidable opponents now struggled under the weight of Alice's curses, their attacks faltering and their defenses crumbling.

Not to be outdone, Allen, his eyes glinting with a malevolent intensity, unleashed his Stone Curse skill. A wave of petrifying energy surged forth, turning flesh to stone and freezing opponents in their tracks. The players, caught within the range of Allen's spell, found themselves trapped in statuesque poses, their movements halted and their bodies encased in an unyielding stone prison.

Once the crowd control skills took effect, a profound stillness settled upon the battlefield. The once thunderous sound of players' footsteps and shouts of enthusiasm abruptly ceased, replaced by a collective gasp of shock and frustration. It was as if time itself had come to a standstill, freezing the players in their tracks.

"Oh, do you hear that?" the devil emperor taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. "It's the symphony of your hope crumbling, the sweet melody of despair creeping into your souls." His wicked grin widened, showcasing his delight in the impending chaos. "Savor this moment for it marks the beginning of your eternal torment."

With a swift motion, Allen summoned his Demonic Orbs, imbuing them with dark energy. The orbs crackled with malevolence as he flung them toward the players. The air crackled with anticipation as the orbs hurtled through the sky, their trajectory expertly calculated to rain destruction upon the unsuspecting victims below.

Simultaneously, Bella seized the opportunity to unleash her Thunder spell. She raised her hand high, channeling the raw power of lightning through her fingertips. Bolts of electricity surged forth, illuminating the battlefield with their blinding brilliance. The deafening roar of thunder resonated through the air, shaking the very foundations of the virtual world.

Jane, ever attuned to the macabre, summoned her undead army with a flick of her wrist. From the depths of the underworld, skeletal warriors emerged, their hollow eye sockets glowing with an eerie, unholy light. The ground trembled beneath their unhurried steps as they advanced toward the players, their bony fingers craving the taste of flesh and blood.

The battlefield erupted into chaos. Explosions rent the air, blending with the heart-wrenching screams of the wounded and the dying. Allen's manic laughter reverberated through the tumultuous atmosphere, intertwining with the wicked giggles of the girls. Their twisted amusement echoed, a haunting chorus that drowned out any glimmer of hope in their opponents' hearts.