NCCnovel Chapter 942 Psychopath in Bloodlust
Chapter 942 Psychopath in Bloodlust
Villain Ch 942. Psychopath in Bloodlust
Allen raised his hand, his eyes glinting with clear malevolence as he reveled in the players' fearful expressions. Some scrambled to escape, but he let them go, savoring their panic. It wouldn't be interesting if they just gathered in one place and died without a fight. He wanted chaos, a true battle.
With a dramatic flourish, he unleashed his opening attack. "Dark Storm!" he intoned, his voice echoing through the cavernous hall. The sky above him darkened, and thunder barked, waiting to be unleashed. Bolts of dark lightning crackled and danced around him, creating an aura of palpable menace.
This time, however, something was different. The game had been running for some time, and the players had grown braver. Inspired by Allen's last record where he fought his own Devil Emperor avatar, they had learned that standing their ground and fighting back was possible. The myth of the invincible Devil Emperor was beginning to crack, and the players were eager to test their mettle.
Instead of fleeing, many players decided to fight. They readied their weapons, casting buffs and spells to prepare for the onslaught. The air buzzed with the energy of their resolve, a contrast to the fear that usually dominated these encounters.
Allen watched them with a sadistic pleasure. The prospect of a real fight thrilled him. He could see the determination in their eyes, the fire that had been kindled by their past encounters. They believed that if Al could land an attack on the Devil Emperor, they could too. This newfound courage was both amusing and exhilarating.
The healers, quick to react, activated their barrier skills. Glowing shields of light formed around their groups, shimmering with protective energy. They huddled within these barriers, their faces tense but resolute. Some healers decided to hide, ducking behind pillars or retreating into the shadows, hoping to avoid the initial onslaught and stay alive long enough to support their comrades.
Magic users used their mana as makeshift shields. Blue and purple auras enveloped them, shimmering like translucent armor. They quickly opened their inventory interfaces, grabbing mana potions to ensure they could sustain their defenses and continue casting offensive spells. The air buzzed with arcane energy as they prepared to unleash their own attacks. Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire
The first wave consisted of tanks—Warriors, Paladins, and Knights—charging forward with their shields raised and weapons drawn. Their armor glinted in the flickering torchlight as they formed a defensive wall, protecting the more vulnerable players behind them.
Their goal was clear: to engage Allen and his companions head-on, absorbing the brunt of their attacks and creating openings for their allies.
Behind the tanks, archers and rogues sprang into action. Arrows flew through the air in a deadly volley, each one aimed with care. Rogues darted around the battlefield, seeking out weaknesses in Allen's defenses. Their bows on their hands, aiming for critical strikes that could turn the tide of battle.
Magic users and healers, having gulped down their mana potions, quickly joined the fray. Their spells illuminated the hall with bursts of color and light. Fireballs, ice spikes, and bolts of arcane energy arced toward Allen and his group, while healing spells and protective auras enveloped the frontline fighters.
The magic users unleashed their full power, knowing that this battle was not a lost cause. They had a chance to win, and they intended to seize it.
Allen's sadistic pleasure only grew as he watched the players rally. Their resolve was unwavering, their coordination was impressive. He relished the challenge, the thrill of facing an enemy that fought back with such tenacity. His eyes gleamed with malevolence as he prepared to meet their assault.
"Impressive," Allen muttered, his voice low and filled with dark satisfaction. "Let's see how long you can last." He surveyed the oncoming wave of tanks and issued a command to his companions. "Spread," he ordered. "Attack from every side."
His companions immediately scattered.