Novel Full Chapter 462 Dark Thera
Chapter 462 Dark Thera
Villain Ch 462. Dark Thera
Not only the melee players but also the hunters and magic users were eager to test their mettle against the devil emperor. Some chose to engage from a distance, firing arrows, spells, and projectiles at the figure standing near the city gates. Others opted for a more stealthy approach, attempting to carry out silent attacks like real-world snipers.
For those who believed that their skills and cunning strategies would give them the upper hand, their hopes were dashed by the demon guards who enforced the emperor’s dominion. The demon guards exhibited an almost supernatural ability to respond instantaneously to any form of aggression within the city.
As hunters and magic users unleashed their attacks from vantage points, the demon guards swiftly closed the distance, teleporting to their side in the blink of an eye. Their movements were a chilling reminder of the emperor’s control over this conquered territory. With ruthless efficiency, the guards struck down the assailants in a single, decisive blow, rendering any resistance futile.
It became abundantly clear that within the confines of Ront City. Those who sought to challenge the devil emperor found themselves met with swift and certain death, unable to escape the inexorable grip of the emperor’s dominion. 𝗼𝐯𝐞𝐥．𝐜𝐨𝗺
Allen couldn’t help but wear a satisfied grin as he strolled through the eerie, war-torn streets of Ront City. It had been fifteen minutes since he’d entered the city, and his emotions were a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. This was the first time he had dared to wander the city as the devil emperor, without the constant worry of player attacks. It was a strange mix of exhilaration and excitement, tinged with the knowledge that he was now the one who struck fear into the hearts of others.
As he continued his unhurried pace, the collective gaze of the players around him remained transfixed in horror. Their fear was palpable, etched onto their faces like a vivid painting of dread. Allen reveled in the intensity of their stares, savoring the undeniable proof of his newfound power and dominance.
Amidst the players who dared not challenge the emperor’s presence, Allen made his way toward the dark tower that loomed over the city.
In front of the tower, Dark Thera stood before Allen with an eerie, ghostly visage. She was a female NPC of spectral beauty, her form almost translucent as if she existed in a state between the living and the ethereal. Her piercing, otherworldly eyes bore into Allen’s with a knowing gaze, while her lips curled into a sly, enigmatic smile that hinted at secrets too profound to fathom. Dressed in flowing, tenebrous robes that seemed to absorb the very light around her.
Dark Thera greeted Allen with a voice that seemed to echo from the depths of the abyss, a chilling melody that danced on the precipice between warmth and frigidity. “Welcome to the Dark Tower, Your Majesty,” she intoned, her sly smile remaining as she extended her ethereal hand in a courteous gesture. “Is there anything I can assist you with today?”
Allen, adopting a businesslike tone, leaned forward slightly and replied, “I’d like to check the records of those who’ve attempted to breach the tower’s defenses and how many times they’ve tried. I want to assess the vulnerabilities in our guard system.”
Dark Thera nodded in understanding and promptly summoned a scroll, the parchment materializing with an eerie, spectral glow. She unfurled it before Allen, revealing a list of names and timestamps, along with the number of attempts each group had made.
Allen’s gaze skimmed over the list, noting at least twenty distinct attempts to conquer the tower. “These attempts seem quite frequent. How long did each assault last?”
Dark Thera’s spectral eyes followed Allen’s scrutiny, and she answered, “On average, Your Majesty, each attack lasted between ten to thirty minutes.”
A wry smile played on Allen’s lips as he observed the peculiar pattern. “Interesting,” he remarked.
‘What’s even more interesting is that a significant portion of these attackers don’t belong to prominent guilds. It appears the renowned guilds prefer to bide their time and observe before making their move, unwilling to expend their energy in vain,’ he thought.
Dark Thera nodded her spectral head. “Indeed, Your Majesty,” she acknowledged, her ghostly voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction. “The shadows hold many secrets, and the wise tread carefully within their depths.”
Allen’s keen eyes scanned the details before him, scrutinizing every piece of information. Amidst the sea of data, one particular aspect seized his attention—the duration of each attack on every floor, coupled with the intricate combination of monsters.
A smile curled at the corners of his lips, a subtle satisfaction washing over him. “Not bad,” he mused to himself. It was his inaugural venture into managing this tower’s defenses, and he couldn’t help but commend the adept monster composition. Players, it seemed, could only breach a limited number of floors before encountering a formidable obstacle. So far, none had successfully scaled to the tower’s apex.
This knowledge filled Allen with a sense of accomplishment, solidifying his belief in the effectiveness of his strategy. The Dark Tower remained a formidable fortress, a citadel of shadowy power that would not easily yield to intruders.
With his business in Ront City concluded, Allen made his way back to the Cursed Crypts, his thoughts already turning to the events of the coming week. Together with Larissa and the others, he dedicated himself to rigorous preparation, honing their skills, and bolstering their ranks for the imminent showdown.
In their quest for dominance, they embarked on a series of battles against formidable foes, tackling mini-bosses and monstrous adversaries alike. Among their conquests was the formidable Dracula, a creature that had once inspired fear at the dawn of the game. However, in practice, it proved to be a less daunting challenge than Allen had anticipated. The most vexing aspect of their victories was the horde of eager followers that invariably swarmed around him.
But what Allen had been waiting for all this time was of course the DNA test results. Tomorrow was the day he’d finally discover the truth, and the suspense weighed heavily on him. Allen knew that whatever the outcome, it would shape the path of his life.