Novel Full Chapter 1836: Show Me Why You Think You Deserve to Live?
Chapter 1836: Show Me Why You Think You Deserve to Live?
Villain Ch 1836. Show Me Why You Think You Deserve to Live?
She stumbled forward, nearly tripping over a corpse. She spun, blades raised, panting.
Allen tilted his head, smirk still carved into his face.
“Go on,” he said. “Keep pretending you want to kill me.”
Her lip trembled. Rage. Fear. Shame. All of it mixed in her chest.
But deep down?
She knew the truth.
She couldn’t.
Not him.
Not Allen.
Not the Devil Emperor who still haunted her skin like a brand.
And judging by his smirk—he knew it too.
Azura’s breath hitched, and her blades trembled in her grip. She was surrounded by blood, screams, and the echo of steel, but it felt like the whole battlefield narrowed to just him. His eyes. That cruel smile carved across his lips, sharp as the edge of his sword.
And then—
“Azura! MOVE!”
The shout tore through the static haze in her mind. She blinked, jerking her gaze away from Allen’s smirk just in time to see Elio charging forward. His cloak snapped like fire in the wind, sword already drawn, aura blazing bright gold against the suffocating black of Allen’s.
Azura’s stomach turned to stone.
“No—”
Too late.
Elio swung with all the weight of rage, desperation, and duty behind him. Sparks exploded when his blade met Allen’s.
The shockwave of their clash rattled teeth, cracked cobblestones, and sent a wave of dust spilling through the plaza.
Allen didn’t stumble. Didn’t flinch. He caught the strike with his blade like it was nothing, parried with one hand, and his smirk twisted into something sharper.
“Oh,” Allen said, voice dripping with mocking amusement. “You brought a friend.”
Azura’s heart screamed inside her chest. ‘Don’t do this, Elio. Don’t make me stand here between you and him. Don’t make me—’
“Elio!” Arcana’s voice thundered as the paladin slammed into the fray, his armor gleaming under the infernal glow. He raised his massive shield, interlocking with Elio’s movements, the perfect tank-striker synergy they’d practiced a hundred times over.
Azura’s grip on her blades tightened so hard her knuckles cracked. ‘Dammit. Why both of you?’
Allen tilted his head, still smirking, his gaze flicking toward her as though this was all just for his amusement. And then something changed.
His aura pulsed. The air grew heavier, thicker. His smirk didn’t fade, but his eyes sharpened.
He flipped a switch.
No more laziness.
No more toying with weaklings.
Now he moved like a storm.
The pressure hit Azura like a wall, almost knocking her off her feet.
Allen moved first. His sword blurred. Faster than her eyes could follow. He went through Elio’s guard, slicing sparks off the edge of his blade, twisting his wrist, and forcing Elio back two steps.
Arcana roared and slammed his shield forward, divine glyphs erupting across its surface. Holy light blasted outward like a sunburst.
Allen laughed—loud and manic. “Yes! That’s it! Show me why you think you deserve to live!”
His blade crashed into the shield, sparks and shadows colliding, throwing shockwaves across the battlefield. Players nearby were knocked flat, ears bleeding from the force.
And still—still—Allen’s attention kept slipping sideways. Toward her.
Azura.
Every dodge he made, every twist of his blade, every parry—his body kept pivoting in her direction. Like this was some sick dance, and she was his unwilling partner. For more chapters visit nοvelfire.net
He beheaded a spearman with a backhand slash, blood spraying across her face. And then, like it was choreographed, his free hand snapped out, catching her wrist again mid-swing.
She gasped, stumbling, her back slamming into his chest once more.
“Clumsy,” Allen whispered beside her ear, his voice a velvet blade.
“Let me go!” she snapped, struggling, heat rising in her cheeks as much from anger as the way his breath brushed her skin.
“You don’t mean that,” Allen murmured, tilting his face closer, so close she could feel his lips ghosting near her jawline.
Her knees almost buckled. ‘Dammit! Not now!’
Elio saw it. Arcana too.
“Elio!” Arcana barked. “He’s toying with her—cover her!”
Azura’s stomach lurched. ‘No. Don’t you dare—’
Elio surged forward, blade arcing. “Get your hands off her, monster!”
Allen laughed, twisting her body effortlessly with him as he spun. Elio’s strike cut air. Allen used her weight as leverage, pressing her tighter against him as he sidestepped the killing blow, his sword flicking out to carve a line across another player’s throat.
Blood sprayed across Azura’s cheek. Her body trembled.
“Ah…” Allen whispered, dragging her into the flow of battle like she was a dance partner. His blade moved, knocking her strikes just off target while still slaughtering everything around them. “Now you’re attacking me for real. Good girl.”
Her face burned red. “Shut up!”
He chuckled, ducking under Arcana’s shield bash. His blade thrust upward, slicing two of Arcana’s allies in half. Their bodies fell twitching, entrails spilling onto the cobblestones.
And still—he didn’t hurt her.
He let her blades scrape his armor, let her strikes graze without consequence, all while his smirk carved deeper into her sanity.
Elio’s voice cut through the chaos, raw with fury. “Azura! Stay focused! Don’t let him twist you!”
She froze. Her chest heaved. Her brain screamed a thousand directions at once.
Stay focused? On what? On Allen’s smirk? His voice in her ear? The memory of his hands on her skin?
Arcana swung again, his shield glowing brighter, every strike infused with holy rage. Allen parried and twisted, every clash ringing like a death knell.
And then—he leaned down, lips brushing the shell of her ear, whispering just for her.
“Tell me, Azura. When I kill your friends… will you cry for them?”
Her breath caught. Her heart skipped.
She tried to stab him again, desperate to break free. But he just batted her blade away with his hilt, twisted her arm, and pressed her harder into his chest, his sword lashing out to disembowel another player trying to flank him.
The scream that followed was drowned by Allen’s laughter.
“Or will you cry for me?”
Azura’s face went scarlet. Rage. Shame. Confusion. All twisted together.
Her blades trembled in her grip.
Around her, Elio and Arcana fought like lions against the shadow of a god. The square burned, blood ran thick, and Allen—psychopath, monster, lover—kept dancing with her like this was all some cruel, intimate joke.
And she?
She didn’t know if she wanted to kill him.
Or kiss him.
Or scream until the world ended.
And that, more than anything, was the torture.
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