Novel Full Chapter 944 One Player Vs One Guild [Part 1]
Villain Ch 944. One Player Vs One Guild [Part 1]
The Battle Call successfully summoned the guild members, and within moments, the battlefield was swarming with at least two hundred players. They appeared simultaneously, filling the map quickly and creating a sea of new adversaries. Allen’s eyes scanned the crowd, recognizing many familiar faces among the guilds.
Azura stood with Arcana’s guild, her determination evident in her fiery gaze and poised stance. Red_King’s close friends, Father_Alex and Mastercraft, were also present, their expressions grim and focused, their weapons ready for the imminent clash. In Elio’s group, Allen spotted Gil, Liam, and Darren, all preparing for the inevitable confrontation, their faces set with steely resolve.
Shea sneered at the influx of players, crossing her arms and tilting her head with disdain. “Those weaklings have guts now,” she remarked, her voice dripping with contempt, a sneer curling her lips.
Zoe looked at the players with a disgusted expression, her nose wrinkling as if she smelled something foul. “They will die soon or later. Why do they keep struggling?” she wondered aloud, her tone filled with disdain, her eyes narrowing in scorn.
Elio, his new helmet gleaming under the harsh light, prepared his upgraded sword and shield. He stepped forward confidently, his movements deliberate and controlled, his presence commanding attention. His voice cut through the noise of the battlefield with clarity and determination. “Because we are all warriors,” he declared, his eyes burning with resolve. “We might lose, but we might as well win.
Until we win, we will not give up.”
Elio had seen the video where Allen had managed to land a blow on the Devil Emperor. The sight had shocked him, but it was the vast gap in their fighting skills that left him incredulous. How was it possible that Allen, whose level was not far from his own, could land a hit on the Devil Emperor despite rarely participating in high-level events and fights?
This discrepancy gnawed at him deeply and spurred him on, encouraging him to keep trying, his mind racing with thoughts of overcoming the seemingly insurmountable challenge.
Jane laughed in a mocking and sadistic manner, her eyes gleaming with malice as she surveyed the new arrivals. Her laughter was sharp and cruel, echoing across the battlefield. “We just need to kill them all,” she said, her voice filled with dark delight.
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Her evil smile widened as she added, “Again.” Her fingers twitched eagerly, her entire demeanor exuding a twisted sense of joy at the prospect of the upcoming slaughter.
Red_King scoffed, his voice brimming with determination and a hint of defiance. “We’ll see about that!” he declared, his eyes narrowing with fierce resolve. “Vanguard!” he commanded with authority, and his guild members immediately sprang into action, taking their positions to form a disciplined and formidable line of defense, their weapons at the ready and faces set with steely determination.
Allen observed them with a mix of excitement and sadistic pleasure, his heart racing with anticipation. He snapped his fingers casually, a small but deliberate motion that instantly drew the attention of his companions. The girls moved swiftly to his side, their eyes locked on their opponents, reflecting his own bloodlust.
His gaze never wavered as he addressed his team, his tone casual yet undeniably commanding. “You know what to do, my love,” he said, his words dripping with dark affection. Then, his evil grin returned, more genuine and malevolent than before, curving his lips into a sinister smile. “Kill them all,” he commanded in a low, sadistic voice.
The thrill of the upcoming battle coursed through him, electrifying his senses. This was not just an event or a scripted encounter; this was a real challenge, a clash of wills and skills outside the usual events. Allen felt a sense of curiosity and excitement that was almost intoxicating.
The fact that he couldn’t use his summoning abilities without the context of an event only heightened his anticipation, making him rely solely on his own skills and the prowess of his companions. This made the battle all the more exhilarating.
Across the battlefield, Arcana, Red_King, and Elio were rallying their troops with equal fervor. “Attack!” they commanded in unison, their voices echoing through the hall like a battle cry. The guild members surged forward, their movements synchronized and precise.
The players’ attack formations were unusual, deviating from the standard class-based strategies. Instead, they organized themselves by guilds. Three guilds were present: the Order of Valiance led by Elio, Celestial Vanguard led by Red_King, and Ironclad Legion led by Arcana. Each guild had a distinct role, and their cohesion was impressive.
Celestial Vanguard took up strategic positions at a distance. Archers, magic users, and alchemists formed their lines, preparing to unleash a torrent of attacks from afar. The archers nocked their arrows, aiming with precision, while the magic users began chanting their incantations.
Alchemists readied their concoctions, some summoning Mandragoras, plant-like creatures that could ensnare enemies, and others calling forth gigantic Carnivorous plants, ready to devour anything in their path.
Ironclad Legion, on the other hand, would handle the close combat. Warriors, paladins, and knights stood at the forefront, their heavy armor gleaming under the flickering torchlight. They moved forward with an intimidating, united front, shields interlocked and weapons at the ready.
These fighters were prepared to engage Allen’s team directly, using their brute strength and superior defense to try and overwhelm them.
Elio’s Order of Valiance had a singular focus: The Devil Emperor. Elio had instructed his guild members to concentrate all their efforts on Allen alone. This meant that the Devil Emperor would face the full force of an entire guild. Elio himself led the charge. His guild members followed closely, their resolve evident in their eyes.
The battle began. The air filled with the sounds of clashing steel, chanting spells, and the guttural roars of summoned creatures.
“Vanguard, take aim!” Red_King commanded. His archers released a volley of arrows, their tips glinting ominously as they soared toward Allen’s companions. Magic users unleashed a barrage of elemental spells—fireballs, ice shards, and bolts of lightning—each aimed to disrupt and damage the opposing forces.
“Legion, advance!” Arcana’s voice rang out. His melee fighters surged forward, their heavy footsteps shaking the ground.