Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1696: Rotting Wedding Cake

Villain Ch 1696. Rotting Wedding Cake

He raised his hand, and Hellfire Rain exploded from the ceiling—incinerating two of the stained glass angels that had just sprouted wings and charged them.

“I don’t care who she was,” Allen growled. “You don’t get to drag us into your tantrum.”

Stone Curse coated a segment of the twisting floor in black obsidian, freezing the sentient glyphs crawling toward Larissa.

“Appreciate it,” she said, not breaking stride as she launched a Crimson Wave, splitting an entire wall open with pure blood magic.

“I found something!” Alice called, dodging a glyph that tried to rip her shadow off the ground. “There’s a pattern to the traps—they’re reactive. Every time we hit a rune, it shifts. It’s hiding something.”

“Like a core?” Vivian asked, throwing a Nightmare Trap onto a crack in the wall. A flash of hellish light triggered, but the wall only buckled, not broke.

Allen moved through the chaos like a dark god in motion. He activated Void Mirage, leaving behind a flickering illusion that mimicked his steps. It baited several blade traps into springing early—only to explode on contact with the illusion.

-Boom!

His real body leapt to the altar.

“Still nothing?” he shouted.

“Still nothing!” Jane snapped, blocking another cursed spear with a Bone Wall. “This thing’s cheating harder than a corrupted raid boss!”

“We need to flush the core out!” Zoe yelled, tentacles whipping a corrupted chandelier into the pews.

“Suggestions?” Shea shouted, dodging collapsing pillars.

“I say we burn the entire place down,” Bella offered with a fireball mid-hand.

“Can’t,” Alice snapped. “Core’s magical. We need to break the dungeon logic, not just destroy it.”

Allen landed beside the cracked altar again, his aura flaring.

He activated Demonic Form.

[All status +50%]

[Demonic Aura – Active]

[You have decreased enemies’ attack and defense by 50% within a 10-meter radius]

His presence slammed into the cathedral like a second heart awakening.

The traps hesitated.

Just for a second.

Allen’s eyes glowed. His voice deepened.

“Listen to me, you rotting wedding cake of a dungeon. You want to scream and cry about your dead bride? Fine. But you don’t get to take it out on my team.”

He clenched his fists.

“Abyss Shatter.”

He slammed the floor.

Black light burst from his palm and shattered the cracked altar stone beneath his feet. The pulse spread like a ripple, shaking the bones of the cathedral.

For a moment—just a second—a dark heartbeat answered.

Then it vanished.

“Got it,” Allen whispered. “There’s a core.”

“Where?” Larissa demanded.

Allen’s jaw clenched. “…Still hiding.”

Of course it was.

The cathedral pulsed again. The traps rearmed.

More chains.

More screams.

And the room whispered, cold and venomous—

“You’ll never have her.”

Allen stepped forward.

“Oh, buddy,” he said, cracking his neck. “You’ve already lost her.”

And this time?

They were going to make sure the dungeon felt it.

The air was hot now—heavy like a forge just opened. Ash drifted from the ceiling like corrupted snow. Between the shrieking walls and blood-washed altar, the entire cathedral flexed, like it was breathing through rage. The screaming glyphs along the floor pulsed faster, more erratic, as if the room itself was having a breakdown.

Allen’s boots scraped over cracked stone as he scanned everything—his eyes glowing faint crimson under the demonic hue. A sigil flared behind the pulpit. Faint. Almost like a heartbeat.

“There.”

His tone dropped.

“Found it.”

A flicker of obsidian light danced in the shadows behind the broken altar, just for a second—but that was all Allen needed. He was already moving.

He surged forward like a shadow set on fire, leaping over jagged chains and crumbling pews.

“Move!” he shouted.

Jane whipped up a bone shield as shards of metal exploded from the wall in retaliation.

Vivian cracked her whip midair, using it to launch herself backward while Bella conjured a wind blade to deflect flying debris.

“You better be right!” Zoe yelled, slamming a writhing chandelier aside with a tentacle.

He was.

The core pulsed into view behind a chunk of broken cathedral wall—glowing like a sunken eye. It wasn’t mechanical. It wasn’t holy.

It was… stitched.

Metal fused with charred bone. Blazing runes layered over melted script. Pulsing with raw, sickening energy—like someone took the soul of a fanatic and stuffed it into a furnace.

Allen’s breath fogged from the sheer heat.

“There you are.”

He lunged—sword out, demonic aura flaring around him in a storm of pressure.

The moment his blade touched it—

-CLANG!

A barrier exploded from the core with a flash of white-black light, slamming Allen backward mid-strike. He flipped twice before landing, skidding across stone.

“Barrier!” Jane shouted. “A strong one!”

Before she could analyze more, the entire cathedral shivered—then retaliated.

The traps multiplied.

Massive gears fell from the ceiling like divine hammers. Iron crosses began swinging like pendulums across the room. Holy blades shot out from pews, walls, even the floor tiles themselves.

“Shit—brace!” Allen yelled.

He slammed his hands into the ground.

“Barrier!”

Multiple domes of shadowy defense burst up around the girls, shielding them as the full fury of the room crashed down.

Allen didn’t shield himself.

Instead, he grounded his sword—jamming it into the stone—then leaned into the chaos. A pendulum slammed past his shoulder. Another nicked his arm, slicing through his coat and into skin. He didn’t budge.

The floor cracked. The wind howled.

He dragged the blade free and charged again.

His demonic aura twisted behind him like a cape made of liquid night. He activated Void Mirage—a decoy version of him split off and ran parallel, baiting some of the traps while the real Allen sprinted low and fast.

Another wall of spears tried to impale him.

“Telekinesis Blast!”

He snapped his hand to the side. The entire section of traps crumpled and flung away like trash in a hurricane.

He reached the barrier again. This time—he struck.

“Abyss Shatter!”

He slammed his palm into the ground, channeling all of his focus. A massive pulse of abyssal energy erupted upward in a vertical spike, slamming directly into the barrier. It trembled. Cracked slightly.

Then held.

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