Novel Full Chapter 1837 - Capítulo 1837: Effortless
Capítulo 1837: Effortless
Villain Ch 1837. Effortless
Azura’s chest heaved as Allen’s smirk brushed her skin closer than any blade had. His hand still lingered near her wrist like a shackle, warm, unrelenting, and far too familiar. She wanted to wrench away, to shout, ‘stop toying with me!’—but before she could, the battlefield cracked apart.
“Elio! On me!” Arcana bellowed.
The Paladin’s shield slammed down, sending a pulse of holy light across the cobblestones. It struck Allen’s aura like a gong, the two energies colliding in sparks of gold and crimson. For a split second, the Devil Emperor’s grin sharpened into something feral.
Then he laughed. Loud. Wild. Like this was the best show he’d paid for in years.
“Come to me,” Allen said, releasing Azura and spinning his sword into a reverse grip.
Elio charged in, his blade glowing with reinforcement runes, sparks trailing as he came down in a perfect arc strike. His movements weren’t sloppy like the fodder—every step calculated, every swing lined with the kind of precision only a pro could manage. Arcana flanked on his right, shield raised, sword ready to crush through any opening.
Allen let them come. His boots slid across blood-slick stone, the wind of their combined charge slamming into his coat. His grin widened, teeth gleaming in the dark.
-CLANG!
Steel met steel. The sound split the plaza, louder than thunder. Sparks showered, lighting Azura’s wide eyes as Allen caught both their blades in one fluid motion, twisting his wrists just so. He parried Elio’s overhead with his own sword, angled Arcana’s strike away with the guard of his hilt, and shoved both men back like they were children leaning against a locked door.
“Cute,” Allen sneered, voice almost sing-song. “Two at once. Should I clap?”
Arcana snarled, pushing forward with another shield bash. Allen pivoted, let the hit graze his shoulder, and then used the momentum to spin. His blade lashed out like a whip, beheading a lower-leveled fighter who had the misfortune of being nearby.
Blood fountained. The head rolled between Elio’s boots.
“Focus!” Elio barked, teeth grit, though his eyes flickered. For just a moment, he saw it. The rhythm. The absolute ease of Allen’s slaughter. It was exactly how the Emperor fought. Exact spacing. Exact tempo.
He pushed it away.
Not now.
Allen chuckled, stepping into them again, sword low and dripping. “Come on. Show me how pro you are. Make me sweat.”
Elio obliged. His blade flashed with a feint, then snapped upward in a sudden reversal. Arcana followed perfectly, shield slamming to lock Allen’s foot in place.
For one heartbeat, they had him.
Allen’s grin cracked wider.
Then his aura pulsed.
“Void Mirage.”
His body split—an afterimage darting to the side. Arcana’s shield and Elio’s blade both hit the illusion. It exploded in a burst of black flame.
The shockwave shredded three nearby players, burning them alive where they stood.
When the smoke cleared, Allen was already behind them.
“Too slow.”
His sword slashed down, catching Arcana’s shield edge and carving through it like butter. Sparks spat into the paladin’s face, the metal screeching as it buckled.
Arcana staggered, teeth clenched, but refused to fall. “Alex!”
“On it!” Father^Alex’s voice rang as a column of holy light descended, smiting Allen’s back.
It fizzled.
The Emperor turned his head. Slowly. Calmly.
His grin was gone now. His expression? Eerie calm. Too calm.
He moved.
One step—across twenty feet.
His sword cut through the air, faster than eyes could follow. Alex barely had time to raise his staff.
-CRASH!
Wood splintered. Steel rang. Alex stumbled backward, blood spurting from his lip. The relic, the item that should be belong to the devil emperor, flared with divine protection.
Allen’s eyes dropped to it.
“Oh,” he said, voice soft. “That’s mine.”
Alex shuddered under the weight of those words. “Y-you’re not taking—”
“Shh.”
Allen’s free hand snapped out.
“Telekinesis Blast.”
Alex was ripped off his feet and slammed into a stone wall so hard the impact cratered. His ribs cracked audibly. He screamed.
“Elio!” Arcana shouted.
“I know!” Elio surged forward, fury burning in his chest. His sword blazed again, strike after strike hammering at Allen’s barrier. Sparks rained, steel howled, their blades a blur.
Allen laughed the whole time. Every block, every twist, every counter came with another burst of manic joy. “Yes! Yes! Swing harder, Paladin! Make me feel it!”
Elio’s mind raced. Every motion Allen made—it was too familiar. That effortless parry. That sadistic laugh after every counter. The way he toyed with Azura seconds ago.
‘No… it can’t be.’ It looked like how Allen fought the devil emperor’s subordinates in that PVP field last time.
Allen’s blade locked with his, pressing down, eyes blazing red.
“You call that precision?” Allen sneered, voice low and sharp, hot breath ghosting across Elio’s face. “Swing harder. Make it worth my time.”
Elio shoved him back with a roar, muscles straining. “Shut your damn mouth!”
Allen’s laugh tore through the air, wild and mocking. “That’s better! More rage—less thought. Show me if you’re anything more than a practice dummy!”
Arcana crashed in, his shield glowing. He slammed Allen in the side. For once, the Devil Emperor actually slid back a step.
“Nice,” Allen purred. “Almost felt that.”
Then his sword lashed out, too fast, too sharp.
It cleaved through three bodies in a single sweep.
Blood misted. Limbs flew. One man’s scream cut short as his torso hit the ground without legs.
Allen’s boots splashed in the gore. He licked his lips. “Better.”
Red_King barreled in next, both hands on his massive greatsword. “MOVE, ELIO!” he roared, swinging in a brutal arc.
Allen turned his head, smiling like he’d been waiting for dessert.
“Ah. The berserker.”
Steel met steel again—this time with raw force behind it. Sparks erupted, the plaza quaking under the sheer pressure. Red_King roared, pushing, veins bulging in his arms.
Allen tilted his head, smiling calm and cold.
“Strong arms. Weak brain.”
He shoved the blade aside with one hand, spun, and carved his sword across Red_King’s thigh.
The berserker screamed, blood spraying, leg half-severed.
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