Novel Full Chapter 1790: No One Stands on a Throne Alone
Chapter 1790: No One Stands on a Throne Alone
Villain Ch 1790. No One Stands on a Throne Alone
Zoe shifted beside him, tentacles twitching.
Shea’s feathers rattled as her wings unfolded.
Vivian cracked her whip. “He’s gone, huh?”
“No,” Allen said softly. “He’s just broken.”
They all looked at him.
He stepped forward.
And for a second—
Just a second—
Allen stared at the twisted, monstrous version of Caelreth…
And saw himself.
If he hadn’t found them.
If he hadn’t let them in.
If he hadn’t healed.
He’d be standing there right now. Alone.
“I get it,” Allen whispered. “I really f*cking do.”
The corrupted Warden roared—spike chains erupting from his back like wings of punishment.
But Allen didn’t flinch.
“I lost my team once too,” Allen said, voice rising. “They stabbed me in the back and left.”
The girls tensed—but didn’t interrupt.
“My girl back then… she left too. Played me. Said she loved me, but used me. I told myself I’d never need anyone again.”
Allen’s hand glowed—His blade appeared in his hand.
“I told myself I’d rise solo.”
He looked at his team. His girls. His chaotic, loud, wonderful girls.
“But I was wrong.”
Caelreth growled low and twisted his halberd in the air.
“No one stands on a throne alone…” Allen stated.
He swung his arm down.
“Let’s end this!”
Vivian laughed darkly. “Finally!”
Jane’s eyes glowed with necrotic fire.
“Necromancy.”
The air cracked open with a surge of deathly energy—unholy runes flaring beneath her feet. The stone trembled as armored revenants clawed their way from the void. Fifty of them, each clad in rusted, bone-forged plate, eyes glowing blue-green with the hunger of the dead.
They didn’t need orders—they charged, halberds and axes raised, trailing trails of black mist.
“Go!” Jane barked, her voice a whip across the storm of magic. “Tear him down!”
“Thunderbolt!” Bella casted.
A shrieking bolt of lightning ripped down from the ceiling, exploding against Caelreth’s plated chest with a crack that shook the foundations. Smoke and electricity burst outward, momentarily blinding everyone in a blinding flash of blue-white.
Zoe roared next, water bursting from her limbs, hair wild, eyes glowing deep-sea green.
“Depths’ Grasp…”
Tentacles of abyssal water erupted from the cracked stone beneath Caelreth, wrapping around his ankles and calves with wet, serpentine force, trying to bind him down.
And then—
He screamed.
Not from pain.
From memory.
The corrupted Warden howled like the last soul in a burning city—rage, grief, despair all compressed into a sound that shattered the air.
Chains—black and screaming with cursed metal—exploded from his back like skeletal wings.
They lashed out in every direction.
One struck Larissa’s barrier like a falling meteor.
The impact sent her skidding back, boots screeching against the stone, blood spraying from her forearms as she held firm.
“I’ve got it!” she snarled, fangs bared. Her aura flared crimson, licking the air like fire. “GO!”
Alice didn’t hesitate.
“Void Sphere.”
A swirling orb of collapsed shadow burst from her palm, growing denser with each rotation. With a flick of her wrist, she hurled it forward. It shrieked through the battlefield, absorbing light, sucking in wind, ripping shards of debris into its wake.
It slammed into Caelreth mid-charge—pulling his massive form into its singularity, slowing him, trapping him in that swirl of darkness.
The Warden growled, muscles bulging, armor groaning.
And then Shea moved.
“Tornado Dive.”
A streak of teal-blue ripped through the air—feathers sharpened like blades trailing behind her as she twisted mid-spin. Wind curved violently around her, forcing Jane and Alice to brace against the incoming force.
Shea hit him like a comet, feathers slicing into Caelreth’s shoulders and neck.
Blood sprayed black and red.
The air cracked—
And Allen didn’t wait.
He stepped forward.
No words. No hesitation.
Just a breath.
“Demonic Form.”
[Demonic Form Activated]
[All Status +50%]
[Time remaining: 4:59]
Hellfire flared around his frame. His armor writhed, shifting darker, heavier, more infernal. Wings of molten obsidian burst from his back, red veins glowing like magma across the plates of his gauntlets. His blade pulsed—alive now, with a heartbeat that wasn’t just his.
And then he moved.
Faster than a blink.
Sword met halberd.
Metal to metal.
Allen slammed into Caelreth like a living meteor, the force of their clash sending shockwaves down the corridor. The air between them warped with pressure. His feet cracked stone. His teeth grit against the sheer mass of the corrupted Warden.
“You lost everything,” Allen said through the grind of steel.
His eyes glowed, burning.
“But we haven’t. And we won’t.”
Caelreth’s snarl was full of pain. “Then bleed for them.”
Allen smiled, but there was no humor in it—just fire.
“Oh,” he exhaled, “I’ll do more than bleed.”
“Abyss Shatter!”
He roared and slammed his foot into the floor—sending a burst of abyssal energy through the earth. The ground cracked—no, detonated—as if the world itself shattered. Dark energy surged outward in a ring, ripping apart Caelreth’s footing and blasting chunks of obsidian upward like volcanic glass.
[Enemy DEF reduced by 30%]
The revenants struck then—Jane’s undead warriors swarming like a tide of skeletal judgment. One cleaved at Caelreth’s side, another went for the legs, and two more hurled their bodies forward to pin his arms.
Caelreth roared, chains flailing, halberd spinning like a windmill of death.
Then Bella stomped the ground and used her Ice Storm, hair whipping as she raised both arms. A freezing blast burst from above, snow and razors of jagged ice slamming down across the battlefield.
Caelreth’s corrupted armor hissed and cracked.
Zoe raised her hands above her head and activated Leviathan’s Rage.
The floor collapsed under her.
From it, a tidal wave of glowing ocean water surged forward—massive and crushing. Leviathan’s echoing scream sounded deep beneath the wave, and it hit Caelreth with enough force to hurl his massive form through a dozen revenants.
Allen shot forward.
‘Void Mirage.’
He split into two—his clone darting left while the real Allen circled right.
Caelreth swung hard—BOOM—the clone exploded in his face, sending metal shards and blinding dark light into his eyes.
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