NCCnovel Chapter 897 Ding Dong Bell
Chapter 897 Ding Dong Bell
Villain Ch 897. Ding Dong Bell
Players of all kinds milled about, some organizing parties, others selling loot or discussing strategies. The atmosphere was charged with excitement and determination. Allen, however, felt a cool sense of resolve. He was ready to cut through the chaos, both in the game and within himself.
With a smirk, he began his descent into the dungeon. He slipped into one of his habits, singing his twisted nursery rhymes as he moved. His voice was low and melodic, carrying a sinister edge that seemed to resonate with his dark avatar.
"Ding dong, bell. Hear the devil's knell," Allen sang softly, the eerie tune matching the dark ambiance of the dungeon.
Allen's appearance at the entrance of the dungeon immediately shocked the players. They turned, eyes wide, as they saw him hovering above them. His avatar, the infamous Devil Emperor, exuded an aura of dark power that sent a shiver down their spines. His grin, twisted and evil, spread across his face, hinting at the chaos he was about to unleash.
Black orbs hovered around him, pulsating with a malevolent energy. He continued his haunting melody, his voice low and melodic, yet filled with menace. "The Devil Emperor's rage shall turn the night to Hell," he sang, the words carrying a promise of impending doom.
Once his voice stopped, the black orbs launched from around him, streaking through the air with lethal precision. They stabbed into the players below, their screams of pain echoing through the dungeon. Some players managed to escape, scattering in panic, while others took cover behind the protective barriers erected by their healers.@@@@
The chaos was instantaneous, the once-bustling entrance now a scene of pandemonium.
"Is this all you've got?" he called out, his voice echoing through the dungeon. "Come on, show me what you're made of!"
Despite the chaos, some players fought with remarkable skill and coordination. He felt a grudging respect for their determination, even as he cut them down. But the frustration and anger from earlier in the day fueled his relentless assault, driving him to fight harder, to dominate the battlefield.
As the last of the challengers fell, Allen stood amidst the carnage, his breathing heavy but his grin still firmly in place. The entrance of the dungeon was littered with the avatars of fallen players, their defeated forms slowly fading away.
He took a moment to survey the scene, the adrenaline still coursing through him. The battle had been a fierce one, but it had served its purpose. His earlier frustrations had been channeled into something productive, something that reminded him of his own strength and resilience.
With a final, satisfied nod, Allen turned and made his way deeper into the dungeon.
Allen's journey to the second basement was marked by a trail of chaos and carnage. The corridors of the dungeon, normally filled with the ambient sounds of dripping water and distant echoes, were now alive with the sounds of battle and screams. It wasn't his blood that was spilled, but that of the many players who had the misfortune of crossing his path.
The dungeon was a favorite hunting ground for players, second only to the Black Castle. Its labyrinthine passages were teeming with adventurers looking for experience points and loot. But today, they found themselves facing an unexpected and deadly foe. Allen's devil emperor avatar moved with lethal precision, his black lances hovering around him, ready to strike. Your next chapter awaits on My Virtual Library Empire
He couldn't allow anyone to follow him to the second basement, where his companions were waiting. They needed to grind uninterrupted, and any interference would be unacceptable. To ensure this, Allen decided to take a detour through the dungeon, slaughtering anyone in his way. It served a dual purpose: it cleared his path and vented his pent-up frustration.