Novel Full Chapter 434 Harbinger Of Destruction
Chapter 434 Harbinger Of Destruction
Villain Ch 434. Harbinger Of Destruction
Elio’s urgent command snapped the other tanks out of their momentary victory celebration. Their elation turned to focused determination as they swiftly wheeled their mounts around, ready to follow their leader’s orders. Victory was no longer within reach.
As the tanks prepared to retreat, the wicked grin on the Doppelganger’s face only grew wider. The impostor devil emperor had other plans. He cunningly positioned himself in their path, blocking their escape route. With a malevolent glint in his eyes, he summoned his sinister black lances and hurled them at the line of tanks just as they were about to return to the city.
The black lances struck with deadly accuracy, piercing through the armored mounts and their riders. Panic and chaos erupted among the tanks as they reeled from the unexpected assault. Elio knew that their retreat had turned into a desperate struggle for survival. The Doppelganger, emboldened by his successful ambush, charged at them with ruthless intent, further intensifying the dire situation.
– DOM!
A deafening explosion reverberated through the skies as the once-mighty gate was shattered into countless fragments. The city’s protective barrier crumbled and disintegrated into nothingness. It was a catastrophic breach that signaled the impending invasion of monsters and villains, who now had unhindered access to the city through the sky.
The once-secure city of Ront was now exposed and vulnerable, its fate hanging in the balance. With a thunderous roar, the invading monsters surged into the city, their howls of triumph mingling with the wicked laughter of the girls who had infiltrated their ranks. Panic and terror rippled through the player ranks as the once-secure city of Ront descended into chaos.
In the heart of the city, a nightmarish scene unfolded. The relentless rain of hellfire and the ceaseless thunderstorm transformed Ront City into a veritable inferno. The ground was stained with splatters of blood, and the lifeless bodies of players were strewn about like discarded puppets.
Amidst the raging inferno, Allen moved with an eerie and deliberate slowness, his footsteps echoing ominously on the scorched ground. In his hand, he wielded a bloodied sword, its blade glistening with the crimson stains of his enemies. Each step left behind a trail of dripping blood, a grim testament to the massacre that had just unfolded.
As he advanced, the players who dared to stand in his way trembled in fear. Their attempts to halt his progress were feeble in the face of his relentless determination. Allen’s voice, distorted and bone-chilling, sang an eerie nursery rhyme that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it.
“Hickory, hickory, dark,” Allen’s voice echoed eerily as he sang the ominous nursery rhyme. In response to his chant, three stealthy assassins materialized at his side, attempting to launch a surprise attack on him. Their blades glinted with deadly intent as they closed in.
With a simple flick of his will, he invoked his Telekinesis Blast, freezing the assassins in their tracks. Their movements were halted as if suspended by an invisible force. Then, in a swift and brutal display of his dark abilities, he lifted their lifeless bodies into the air, their forms hovering momentarily before being hurled to the ground. The assassins met their demise with their heads impacting first, extinguishing their lives in an instant.
“The dread began to seep,” Allen’s haunting words filled the air once more. A magic scholar and a wizard, standing shoulder to shoulder, channeled their arcane powers, ready to unleash a devastating onslaught on Allen. Thunder rumbled ominously in the skies above, and a barrage spike of ice shimmered with deadly intent.
But Allen was no easy prey. With a flicker of darkness, he employed his Shadow Step, vanishing from their sights in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared behind his would-be assailants.
“The clock struck twelve,” Allen’s eerie melody continued to resonate through the chaos. His lips curled into a malevolent grin as he swung his deadly sword with lethal precision. The blade pierced the wizard’s chest, sending them into the abyss of defeat. Simultaneously, his left hand, transformed into a sinister demonic claw, plunged into the magic scholar’s chest. In an instant, their HP plummeted to zero, a testament to Allen’s unparalleled combat prowess.
“The hour of doom’s descent,” Allen chanted as the lifeless bodies of the two players crumpled to the ground at his feet. Before him, a group of hunters had taken aim, their bows drawn taut, arrows poised for release. Unfazed, Allen summoned his Demonic orbs. With a swift motion, the orbs shot forward, intercepting the arrows aimed at him. Some of the orbs, however, veered off course and hurtled toward the players, who narrowly managed to dodge the impending threat. Upon hitting the ground, the orbs erupted into a blinding explosion of smoke, shrouding the battlefield in a haze of obscurity. ｎ𝚘𝚟ｌ.ｃｏ𝚖
“Hickory, hickory, dark,” Allen’s haunting voice echoed from within the shroud of smoke. As the concealing mist began to thin, a sinister figure materialized from its depths. In a blur of motion, Allen lunged forward, his outstretched hand aimed directly at a nearby hunter. Panic flashed across the hunter’s face as he struggled to react in time.
But Allen was faster. His vice-like grip closed around the hunter’s head, fingers digging into the flesh. The hunter’s cries were muffled as Allen invoked his Soul Siphon. A dark, spectral energy surged from the hunter’s body and into Allen’s, draining the life force from his victim with merciless efficiency.
The hunter’s limbs trembled, his once-defiant posture wilting as vitality drained from him. Allen’s eyes glowed with an eerie malevolence as he absorbed the stolen energy, his own strength and health visibly rejuvenating. The hunter’s struggles grew weaker until he was silent, lifeless, a mere puppet whose strings had been cut.
Allen’s chest heaved as he absorbed the hunter’s stolen life essence. A wicked grin curled on his lips as newfound strength coursed through his veins. With a casual flick of his hand, he tossed the lifeless body aside, showing no remorse or hesitation, another casualty of the unfolding nightmare
He turned his attention to the remaining players. A chilling aura radiated from him. The others watched in a mix of awe and terror. Allen’s eyes locked onto them, a glint of sadistic delight dancing in their depths.
“Who’s next?” he said.