Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 566 I Feel Betrayed

Chapter 566 I Feel Betrayed

?Villain Ch 566. I Feel Betrayed

The explosive collision between Allen's Demonic Lances and the spectral hands sent shockwaves through the chamber, creating a cacophony that resonated in the eeriness of the emperor's tomb. A resounding explosion echoed, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind that billowed the dust and smoke, obscuring the battlefield momentarily.

Gritting his teeth, Allen found himself slightly taken aback by the unexpected resilience of the Wailing Lady. The encounter had escalated into a dynamic dance, leaving him to recalibrate his strategy on the fly. His annoyance was palpable, a subtle undercurrent beneath the surface of his focused demeanor.

His thoughts raced, dissecting the peculiarities of his spectral adversary. 'She's more difficult than I thought,' Allen admitted to himself, his mental faculties working overtime to analyze the ghost's unpredictable movements. The Wailing Lady exhibited a spectral flexibility that defied the constraints of human anatomy. Her ability to contort various body parts independently, coupled with an uncanny reflex, presented a unique challenge that surpassed his initial expectations.

In the aftermath of the explosive clash, Allen opted for a more cautious approach. Acknowledging the elusive nature of the Wailing Lady's movements, he decided to step back, hovering in mid-air as if to create a safe distance. His strategic mind urged him to observe, to decipher the ghost's patterns before plunging into full-fledged close combat—a risky endeavor with potentially fatal consequences in the game.

Halting his advance, Allen extended his hand with a deliberate gesture, his hand pointed towards the spectral adversary. "Dark Storm," he intoned.

From the dense shadows emerged tendrils of dark lightning, crackling with volatile energy as they sought to strike the elusive Wailing Lady. However, as Allen had suspected, her movements proved utterly unpredictable, defying the conventional bounds of human anatomy.

The ghostly adversary danced through the storm, a phantom waltzing to an otherworldly rhythm. She leaped gracefully, dodging incoming bolts of dark energy with uncanny agility. In one instance, she would slide beneath an arcing lightning bolt; in the next, she would effortlessly glide through the air, her ethereal form evading the electrifying tendrils that sought to ensnare her.

What set her apart was the unsettling nature of her maneuvers. The Wailing Lady exhibited a macabre elegance, seamlessly transitioning from jumps to slides, crawling along walls, and executing chilling rolls. Each movement carried an otherworldly grace, a haunting beauty that belied the sinister purpose behind her spectral actions.

The direction of her movements remained an enigma, a perplexing puzzle that challenged Allen's attempts to predict her next ethereal step.

"Tch!" Allen couldn't help but click his tongue in displeasure. The Wailing Lady's unpredictable movements were proving to be more challenging than he initially anticipated. Each twist and turn seemed to defy the logic, leaving Allen with a sense of frustration.

'Her movements are more random than I thought,' he mused inwardly, his eyes narrowing in concentration.

Despite the unexpected nature of the encounter, Allen recognized a tactical advantage. The Wailing Lady, for all her spectral prowess, lacked a ranged attack skill, aside from the eerie, ghostly hands she summoned. It became clear to him—the ghost was akin to an assassin, proficient in close-quarters combat but less equipped for engagements at a distance.

With agility, the Wailing Lady swiftly closed the distance, lunging toward Allen with a ferocity that belied her spectral form. Her ethereal frame moved with fluid grace, both hands raised menacingly, and her mouth—filled with sharp, translucent teeth—opened wide in a silent, ghostly snarl.

Reacting swiftly, Allen swung his sword in a defensive arc, intercepting the ghost's spectral assault.

-?Clang!

The clash resounded through the chamber, a symphony of clanging. The force of the impact sent the Wailing Lady recoiling, her form briefly disrupted by the collision with Allen's blade.

However, the ghostly adversary was not so easily deterred. In an instant, her incorporeal hands elongated, stretching toward Allen with a spectral reach, attempting to ensnare him in a chilling grasp.

'Nope, close combat is definitely impossible for this one,' Allen thought, recalibrating his approach as the Wailing Lady proved to be an elusive adversary. In the midst of their spectral dance, he couldn't help but wish for Alice's assistance with her Shadow Grasp skill. However, acknowledging the constraints of the situation, he focused on the tools at his disposal.

With a swift motion, Allen pointed his hand at the ghostly apparition, preparing to unleash his Telekinesis Blast. The ambient energy around him responded to his mental command, gathering in an invisible force that he directed toward the Wailing Lady.

The air shimmered as the Telekinesis Blast surged forth, a concentrated burst of energy aimed at the elusive ghost. The force rippled, impacting the Wailing Lady with a sudden and powerful push. In response, she recoiled, her spectral form disrupted by the unseen force.

It expelled the Wailing Lady further, distancing her from Allen and disrupting the eerie flow of her ghostly movements. The elongated reach of her spectral hands, poised to strike, was abruptly halted by the forceful repulsion, rendering her momentarily incapacitated.

She crashed onto the floor roughly. Seeing his opportunity, he swiftly called upon another skill.

"Barrier!" Allen commanded.

Within the confined space of the Barrier, the Wailing Lady found herself enclosed in a transparent cage. The spectral glow of the barrier accentuated her enraged countenance as she clawed and pounded against the ethereal confines. Thumps echoed in the chamber, synchronized with the ghost's futile attempts to breach the enclosure.

She screamed in anger and kept calling him "Liang Feng" in a sad voice.

As the ghost recoiled from her own assault on the Barrier, Allen seized the moment to unleash his skill.

"Hellfire Rain."

A cascade of fiery orbs materialized above the ghostly figure, suspended momentarily like malevolent stars awaiting their descent. The ambient glow cast by the Hellfire Rain intensified the spectral hues within the barrier, creating an otherworldly display.

Each infernal droplet descended with precision, meeting its target as the flames engulfed the ghost in a dance of ethereal fire. The confined space intensified the impact, creating an illusion of an otherworldly inferno contained within the narrow bounds of the transparent barrier.

The ghost writhed within the conflagration, her unearthly wails merging with the crackling sounds of virtual flames. Allen, standing outside the confined space, maintained a stoic focus, his strategic use of skills casting an imposing silhouette against the backdrop of the supernatural spectacle.

Despite the spectral resilience of the Wailing Lady, the Hellfire Rain persisted in its relentless assault, each fiery droplet exacting its ethereal toll. The cramped confines of the Barrier provided no refuge as the ghost continued to bear the brunt of the infernal onslaught.

A series of damage appeared on Allen's screen, showing how the fire burned the ghost fiercely.

'I feel like I'm cheating,' Allen thought. But it was legal and he shouldn't feel bad about it. Yet he was a little annoyed since he had to use this dirty method to defeat the ghost while what he hoped was a fierce battle that could hone his skills.

The ghost relentlessly clawed and battered against the weakening barrier, fractures began to mar its once transparent surface. The strain from the spectral assault manifested in visible cracks, threatening to shatter the protective shield that confined the wailing apparition.

Capitalizing on the cooldown's culmination, Allen swiftly conjured a renewed Barrier. The ephemeral structure solidified once again, albeit with subtle traces of the previous damage evident in its composition.

Once the Hellfire Rain gradually subsided, leaving a smoldering aftermath within the confined space, Allen seized the opportunity to unleash his next move. With a decisive gesture, he directed his Dark Storm into the rejuvenated Barrier.

The fusion of Dark Storm and lingering flames created an otherworldly tableau within the limited expanse. The dancing shadows and ethereal embers wove a surreal tapestry of contrasting elements, casting an eerie glow that bathed the trapped ghost in an unnatural radiance.

The ghost, confined within the dual onslaught of lighting and fire, writhed amidst the chaotic amalgamation. The Barrier, reinforced but not impervious, vibrated under the strain of the intensified assault.

Allen descended to the dungeon floor, his wings retracting with a subtle flutter before folding against his back. As he touched down, a huff of mild exasperation escaped his lips. The sword vanished from his grasp, while his arms folded across his chest in an expression of nonchalant victory.

With an air of boredom etched across his features, Allen's eyes remained fixed on the ensnared ghost within the Barrier. The crackling resonance of Dark Storm echoed the final throes of the confrontation, as lightning continued to strike the spectral figure. Her dwindling HP bore witness to the relentless assault.

"C'mon, just die," he muttered, his tone a reflection of the monotony.

It took a few seconds before the ghost died and lay weakly on the ground.

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"Nice!" Allen said. He pointed his hand at the ghost and used his Mini Boss Pact as usual. He was sure this ghost would become one of his strongest servants. But then, an announcement appeared in front of him.

[This monster is part of the quest. You cannot make this monster your servant!]

After the announcement disappeared, the ghost's body also disappeared, leaving Allen frozen in shock with his jaw dropped.

"I feel betrayed by the game mechanism…" he muttered bitterly.