NCCnovel Chapter 951 Not Well Enough
Chapter 951 Not Well Enough
Villain Ch 951. Not Well Enough
"Is this all you have?" Allen taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "You'll need more than determination to defeat me."
Elio gritted his teeth, refusing to be cowed by Allen's taunts. He pressed on with renewed determination, his sword moving in a desperate flurry. The sound of their clashing blades rang out through the hall, a symphony of desperation and defiance. Sweat dripped down Elio's brow, mixing with the grime and blood on his face.
Allen moved with an almost effortless grace, his blade a blur of precision. His strike was aimed to disarm, to disable, to destroy. Elio's parries were becoming slower, his movements more labored. Their skills' gap was becoming painfully evident with each passing second.
Elio's breathing was ragged, his arms trembling from the effort of fending off Allen's relentless attacks. The sounds of battle around them seemed to fade, the clamor of clashing steel and cries of pain a distant backdrop to their duel. His focus was entirely on Allen, on finding a way to land a single blow.
But Allen was relentless. With a swift, powerful strike, he disarmed Elio, sending his sword clattering to the ground. The sound of the blade hitting the stone floor was a harsh, final note in the symphony of their battle.
Elio stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock and fear. Allen's smirk widened, a cruel, mocking expression. "This is the end," Allen said softly, his voice filled with cold amusement.
In a final, brutal move, Allen thrust his sword forward, piercing Elio's chest. The blade slid through flesh and bone with sickening ease, the sharp sound of metal meeting resistance a horrific punctuation to their fight. Elio gasped, his eyes widening in pain and shock.
Their faces were inches apart, close enough for Elio to see every detail of Allen's mocking smirk. The world seemed to slow, the sounds of battle fading into a dull roar as Elio's vision blurred. He could feel the warmth of his blood spreading across his chest, his HP draining from his avatar.
Rage boiled inside Allen. His calm, calculating demeanor shattered as he saw the precarious situation Vivian was in. His heart pounded in his chest, and a dark fury clouded his vision. He couldn't let anything happen to her.
Allen lunged at them without a word, activating his demonic form as he did. His skin darkened to an obsidian hue, his eyes burning with hellish fire. His horns elongated, curling menacingly, and his hands morphed into dark, claw-like appendages.
He was no longer the handsome, charismatic emperor they knew; he had transformed into the true Devil Emperor—a fierce, terrifying entity exuding an aura of pure malevolence.
Azura's dagger was about to plunge into Vivian's body when Allen intercepted them. With his clawed hand, he caught her wrist effortlessly. The bone screamed in protest as it met his unyielding grip. Azura gasped, her eyes widening in shock. She had never seen anything like this.
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In one swift motion, Allen lifted Azura off the ground, his claw digging into her skin. His face was inches from hers, his fiery eyes boring into her soul. "No one can hurt my wife," he said, his voice a cold, emotionless hiss. The possessiveness in his tone was unmistakable, sending shivers down Azura's spine.
Azura shivered, the reality of her situation sinking in. She had faced many opponents, but this was different. The raw power and anger radiating from Allen in his demonic form were overwhelming. Her bravado crumbled, and a scream almost escaped her lips.
Allen's darkened form towered over Azura, his wings unfurling behind him like a shadowy shroud. "You think you can harm what is mine?" Allen growled, his voice resonating with dark energy.
Without further ado, he threw Azura toward a pillar with a force that left her breathless. Her body hurtled through the air, crashing into the stone with a sickening thud. The impact sent cracks spiderwebbing through the pillar, and Azura crumpled to the ground, struggling to regain her bearings.
Allen's eyes blazed with fury as he summoned his Demonic Lances. Dark, crackling energy formed into deadly projectiles around him. He raised his clawed hand, directing the lances toward Azura, who was now trying to got up despite her disoriented state. But it wasn't easy to do it, and the deadly lances closed in on her with unerring precision.