Novel Full Chapter 1842: We’ll Meet Again in The Real World
Chapter 1842: We’ll Meet Again in The Real World
Villain Ch 1842. We’ll Meet Again in The Real World
Elio’s chest heaved, his body shaking with exhaustion, fury, terror. “Yes!” he roared, sword trembling against Allen’s. “I need to know!”
Allen leaned closer, his grin manic, eyes wild. His voice was a whisper only Elio could hear.
“Then survive long enough to earn the answer.”
The words slithered into Elio’s ear, colder than the blade still locked against his own. Sparks spat and hissed between them as their wings strained in the air. Sweat and blood ran down Elio’s face, dripping into his mouth, salty and bitter. His arms shook, his lungs burned, but he forced himself to roar back.
“Then I’ll survive, bastard!”
He shoved forward with everything he had. Their blades shrieked apart, Elio’s shield flaring with holy light as he swung again.
Allen twisted away, smirking, wings leaving black trails through the sky. The clash shook the night, each strike like thunder above the burning plaza.
And below them—the real slaughter unfolded.
Shea’s song rose, her voice clear and haunting, a siren’s aria that made players falter mid-swing. Her wings spread, feathers glowing faintly as razor-edged plumes shot from them, slicing through flesh and armor like paper. Screams followed every note, bodies tumbling from the sky like broken dolls.
Zoe towered near the fountain, her kraken aura bleeding into reality. Tentacles burst from puddles of water, coiling around screaming players, yanking them skyward before smashing them into the blood-slick stones. Her laughter echoed, cold and cruel, as relics floated free from broken corpses.
Bella danced through the battlefield, tails aflame with elemental fury. Lightning snapped from her fingers, ice shards rained like knives, and the ground itself cracked under her stomps. Every swing of her spear left a trail of fire, and every smirk she flashed was another life snuffed out.
Larissa was worse—her elegance terrifying. She hovered in the air with wings spread wide, lips crimson from feeding. She caught a cleric mid-flight, bit into his throat with a moan, and let his drained corpse fall while her eyes glowed in bliss. Relics shimmered around her like jewelry, blood dripping down her chin.
Vivian cracked her whip with a sultry laugh, binding warriors mid-charge, dragging them close only to carve their throats. Her succubi danced at her command, illusions twisting reality, turning allies on each other in confusion. Her succubus kissed one knight on the lips before his body melted into dust.
Alice rode her broom overhead, void spells spiraling from her hands. Black spheres pulled entire squads screaming into them, crushing bodies into gore before spitting relics into her palm. Her cackle cut through the battlefield like a knife.
And Jane? Jane’s choir of undead marched forward, bone walls snapping up to block escape routes, skeletal claws dragging bodies down.
Players clutched at their chests as black rot spread over their armor, curses gnawing at their stamina and draining their health bars in steady chunks. Some screamed and staggered as skeletal hands burst from the cobbles, clutching at their legs, holding them in place for her allies’ blades to finish the job.
Elio’s heart clenched as he saw it—relics, one by one, floating free of his comrades’ broken bodies. Then swallowed by Allen’s harem like trophies.
[Relics Remaining: 3]
[Event Time: 08:57]
“Damn it!” Elio spat blood, swung again. His sword clanged against Allen’s, but the Emperor barely budged.
“You’re running out of time,” Allen purred, twisting his blade to knock Elio’s wide. His boot slammed into Elio’s chest, sending him skidding backward in the air. His wings strained to steady, feathers scattering.
“I don’t care!” Elio roared.
Allen’s laughter boomed, sharp and cruel.
Below, another scream—another relic torn free. Elio’s HUD flared.
[Relics Remaining: 2]
[Event Time: 06:31]
Red_King’s voice burst through team chat, panicked. “They’re everywhere! We can’t hold them—”
Static. Then silence.
Another relic counter dropped.
[Relics Remaining: 1]
Elio’s throat tightened. His eyes burned. He beat his wings harder, the air stinging his face, his sword heavy in his grip. He slashed again and again, sparks flying against Allen’s effortless parries.
Allen leaned in, crimson eyes wild. “You bleed nicely when you’re desperate.”
His blade slashed across Elio’s wing. Flesh split, feathers burst into the air like dying embers. Pain roared down his spine, blood spraying hot against the night. Elio’s scream tore free—but he didn’t falter. He twisted, shield slamming forward, sword lashing with ragged fury.
Allen tilted his head, mocking, eyes glowing like a predator savoring prey. “Still fighting? Brave… or just stupid.”
Elio’s vision swam. Every muscle shrieked, every breath rattled. His HUD flared red in warning.
[HP Critical]
[Stamina 9%]
But he forced his body to move. Each swing was slower, each shield bash heavier, but his rage kept him aloft.
“Don’t toy with me!” he spat, voice raw, flecks of blood scattering with every word. “If you’re going to kill me, then do it! I will keep hunting you until I get my answer. I’m not afraid of death anymore.”
Allen’s smirk deepened. His sword flicked sparks off Elio’s, playful, precise. “And end the fun so soon? No, paladin. I like watching you break.”
Elio roared, wings faltering but blade burning bright, every strike fueled by the last shreds of will. “Then you’ll see—I don’t break!”
Allen laughed again—loud, manic, unrestrained. His sword clashed with Elio’s, sparks showering the sky. They locked eyes again, inches apart, blood dripping from Elio’s mouth.
And then—the system blared.
[Event Timer: 00:00:59]
[Relics Remaining: 0]
The battlefield froze. The air itself seemed to hold its breath. Corpses littered the plaza. Relics pulsed faintly, all gathered in Allen’s possession. His harem circled him in the air, victorious, blood-soaked, their eyes burning with cruel joy.
And Elio? He was still standing. Barely. Sword trembling in his hands, shield cracked, wings shredded and dripping blood.
Allen’s sword hovered at his throat.
He could end it with a flick.
But instead, he smirked. Crimson eyes gleaming with hunger, he leaned close once more. His voice was silk and venom, calm as a lover whispering secrets in bed.
“If you want the truth…” His blade pressed lightly against Elio’s throat, just enough to draw a thin line of blood. “…join the tournament.”
Elio’s chest heaved, blood bubbling on his lips. His eyes widened. “T-tournament?”
Allen’s smirk widened, psychotic light blazing in his eyes. “Climb to the top. And when you do… We’ll meet again, paladin. In the real world…”
The system blared.
[Event Complete.]
[Winners: The Emperor’s Court.]
Light swallowed Allen and his harem, their silhouettes dissolving into smoke and crimson sparks.
And then—he was gone.
Leaving Elio alone, bleeding, shaking, his wings barely holding him in the quiet aftermath of slaughter.