Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 785: Marionette

Villain Ch 785. Marionette

Bored Hunter’s determination shone through as he clenched his jaw, readying his bow. "I’ll distract her," he declared, his gaze unwavering. "Just prepare a barrier in case I can’t handle her."

Red_King stepped forward to offer his support. "I will come with you," he volunteered, his eyes fixed on the looming threat.

But Allen, with his keen insight, intervened before they could act. "It’s no use," he interjected, his tone grave. "As you can see, Arcana has hit the monster clean, but there is no damage at all."@@@@

Azura, her brows furrowed in concern, turned to Allen seeking guidance. "But we can’t just leave him like that," she questioned, a hint of urgency in her voice.

Allen shook his head, his gaze fixed on the swirling mist above the monster. "No," he affirmed, his mind racing for a solution. Then, a glimmer of inspiration struck him. He raised his hand and pointed upwards, directing their attention to the obscured sky. "Can you try to shoot it?" he suggested, his voice tinged with a mix of hope and uncertainty.

Bored Hunter’s brows furrowed in confusion as he scanned the direction Allen had pointed. Despite his sharp eyes, there was nothing discernible in the mist-shrouded sky. Turning back to Allen, he voiced his perplexity. "Shoot the sky?" he asked, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

Allen’s expression mirrored Bored Hunter’s confusion, his uncertainty evident in his voice as he responded. "Just shoot," he urged, his tone carrying a note of urgency. "I’m not sure either, but I have a guess."

Bored Hunter’s fingers tensed around the bowstring as he reluctantly aimed towards the murky sky where Allen had gestured. With a flicker of uncertainty, he released the arrow, expecting little more than an empty impact against the mist. Yet, to his surprise, his arrow found its mark, striking something unseen within the fog.

A hushed silence fell over the group as they watched the arrow’s flight, their breaths held in anticipation. As the arrow connected with its target, there was a palpable shift in the atmosphere. The monster, frozen in its menacing stance, faltered as if struck by an unseen force.

However, the monster’s rage knew no bounds as it redirected its fury towards Red_King and Bored Hunter, its eyes blazing with intensity. With a menacing growl, it unleashed another torrent of flames, its fiery breath engulfing the area in a scorching inferno.

Red_King and Bored Hunter braced themselves, their resolve unwavering even in the face of danger. With quick reflexes, they maneuvered to evade the searing flames, their movements agile as they sought to outmaneuver the relentless onslaught of the enraged monster.

With synchronized precision, Azura and Allen leaped towards their target, their determination evident in their eyes as they closed in on the massive hand hovering above them. Once they drew nearer, the intricate details of the hand became clearer, its appearance resembling that of a menacing puppeteer’s appendage.

With practiced efficiency, they unleashed their skills simultaneously, their blades slicing through the air with the speed and precision of a lightning strike. "Rapid Strike," they called out in unison, their voices resolute as they aimed to cripple the puppeteer’s control over the monstrous marionette.

Their blades found their mark with uncanny accuracy, striking the vulnerable hand with a forceful impact. The puppeteer let out a blood-curdling scream of agony, its grip faltering as it recoiled from the onslaught of pain inflicted by Azura and Allen’s relentless assault.

The puppet’s movements grew erratic, its control over the marionette weakening with each successive blow.

A train of announcements showed up in front of them.

[You have slashed a Puppet by 4032 HP] X 20

Once Allen and Azura’s relentless assault came to an end, their blades ceased their rapid strikes, and they gracefully descended from their airborne assault, landing smoothly on the forest floor with practiced ease.

However, as the puppeteer’s control over the marionette was severed, the massive hand that once loomed menacingly above them plummeted to the ground with a resounding crash. The puppet, now devoid of the puppeteer’s influence, also dropped to the forest floor, its strings severed and its movements stilled.

The forest fell silent, the only sound echoing through the clearing being the heavy thud of the fallen hand and puppet.