Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 2004

Capítulo 2004: Semi Finals [Part 3]

Villain Ch 2004. Semi Finals [Part 3]

Red breathed in, slow and sharp, as the pod sealed around him. He flexed his fingers, cracked his neck. The nerves were still there, but deeper now. Simmering. Heavy.

The world flickered.

[Initializing Combat Sync]

[Ironclad Legion vs Celestial Vanguard – Final Round Tiebreaker]

[Location: War Cathedral – Shattered Variant]

[Time Limit: 10:00]

[Combat Begins in 3… 2… 1…]

The light slammed down.

Avatars appeared like phantoms conjured from the remnants of last battle’s blood. Scars still etched the broken marble. Smoke drifted low across the floor. The stained-glass windows were fully shattered now, shards frozen in time mid-air, caught in simulated slow-fall particles.

Red_King stood at the altar platform, sword sheathed but hand ready.

Beside him, Mastercraft exhaled through his nose, cracking his rune-sleeved knuckles. The rogue crouched beside a broken pillar, eyes scanning.

And there was Father^Alex… already buffing the group, hands moving fast, lips moving silently through auto-cast macros.

Across the field, Azura emerged like a ghost from the cathedral’s shadows, silver hair slicked back, both blades drawn.

Arcana stood to her left, hammer resting against his shoulder, eyes locked dead ahead. Their teammates fanned out in silent formation.

They didn’t speak.

They didn’t taunt.

Their eyes did all the talking.

And the second the announcer said, “Begin.”

The whole field exploded.

Mastercraft led the charge, crashing into Ironclad’s DPS like a battering ram with momentum spells and a trailing rune explosion. Sparks flew. A flash of wind. Two shadow dashes. Azura vanished from her spot instantly.

Alex’s breath caught.

He knew what that meant.

“Eyes on me!” he shouted.

Too late.

She blinked behind him. The first blade came up, but this time?

He blocked it.

[Barrier Actived]

[Holy Slow Engaged]

[Blessed Ground Cast]

Light surged around him. It wasn’t a perfect defense, but it was enough to push her off just long enough for Red to intercept with a clean arc of steel. Their swords met with a brutal clang that shook the marble tile.

Azura parried, spun, and landed in a crouch.

Red didn’t chase.

They both backed up.

Respect.

[1:12]

Still 5 vs 5.

Not a single kill yet.

But already, the fight felt heavier.

Arcana smashed his way through the center, clearing space with his hammer. The cathedral floor broke apart under him, turning the midline into dangerous terrain. Celestial’s rogue went high, trying to get an angle on Ironclad’s support.

A blink.

A slice.

Ironclad’s rogue took him down.

Score: 1–0

Red turned. Saw the name on the feed.

“Get it back,” he said.

Mastercraft answered by crashing into Ironclad’s mage, stunning him long enough for a triple chain to blow through his shield.

[Mastercraft killed Ironclad Mage]

Score: 1–1

Blood in the air. Not literal, but it felt like it. The pressure. The screams. The hum of static in the back of their teeth. Simulated breath fog. Sweat down the back of their collars.

[2:47]

Still even.

Azura blinked again, trailing frost behind her. She targeted Alex, again.

He held his ground this time.

Glyphs flared under his boots. A sigil matrix of slow, reverse blink traps, and an auto-cast holy burst triggered when she closed distance.

It hit.

Not enough to kill.

But it stunned her.

Red swept in, blade pointed low, aiming for a finishing strike.

Arcana intercepted.

His hammer collided with Red’s sword and sent it flying to the side. The sheer weight of the impact echoed through the dome.

“Not yet,” Arcana growled.

Red didn’t argue. He just grinned. “Good.”

They clashed again. Blade against blunt force. The kind of battle that cracked floors and left marks. Arcana swung like he was trying to break bones. Red blocked like every hit was a question about who he used to be, and every parry said “not anymore.”

[5:03]

Five minutes passed.

All four members of each team still stood.

Azura and Alex danced near the northern end of the altar. Her movements were faster, cleaner. His were desperate, spell-heavy, and precise.

He didn’t try to win.

He just refused to die.

Red cut through Ironclad’s secondary DPS and backed into a defensive posture as Arcana’s hammer crashed down again.

Mastercraft dropped two rune traps behind him, hoping to bait a mistake.

Azura kept trying to close in on Alex.

He refused to blink now.

He healed.

Slowed.

Healed again.

Reapplied the barrier.

Screamed as her blade broke through the outer edge but kept standing.

Azura panted now. She wasn’t emotionless anymore. Her eyes darted. Her form twitched. She wanted this.

Alex’s voice cracked. “Not giving up.”

“You’re stalling,” she hissed.

“That’s the job!” he shouted.

[6:15]

Still even.

But energy was draining. HP bars flickered. Cooldowns got longer. Dodges got slower.

The match turned into grit.

Arcana met Red in the center again, this time both men panting, bruised, bleeding virtual particles.

“You want to end this?” Arcana asked.

Red spat blood. “I want to earn it.”

They clashed again.

Mastercraft and Ironclad’s support clashed along the outer circle, neither getting the edge.

Azura blinked for the fifth time, and missed.

Alex actually laughed. “Getting tired?”

“You’re infuriating.”

“I get that a lot.”

Then it happened.

A moment of standoff.

Both teams pulled back. Circling. Watching.

All eight still alive.

Still standing.

[7:39]

The audience watching through the dome held their breath.

No one expected this.

The rematch was more than just a fight now. It was a test.

Of stamina. Of pride. Of who would break first.

And no one wanted to be the first to fall.

Not yet.

Not this close.

The timer burned past [7:10].

Every breath was a dare.

Sweat dripped behind the neck braces inside the pods. Gloves slick with tension. Heartbeats in sync with cooldowns.

Red’s hands were cramping around his hilt.

Alex’s mana bar flickered red, almost empty.

Azura’s breathing was audible, even through the filtered mic.

Arcana’s swings grew slower… still heavy, still brutal, but just a hair off rhythm now.

And then, finally, it broke.

Celestial’s rogue overextended.

A glyph trap misfired.

Arcana moved in with hammer raised high, and in a single sweep, he slammed it down.

Score 1–2

Mastercraft blinked toward him, fury on his face, and locked him in combat.

But Ironclad’s DPS, the quiet one who always stayed in the shadows, crept up behind him and struck low, runes pulsing red.

Score 2–2.

“Shit,” Red growled. “They’re cracking us.”

“Stay focused,” Alex said, already dropping a healing glyph on the floor beneath them. “We knew this part was gonna suck.”

Celestial’s caster moved up to give support, but Azura blinked, twice, and her dual blades caught his side mid-chant.

Three gone.

Score 3-3

Red cursed under his breath.

“Alex, we’re next.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“But we’re not going down like that.”

Alex grinned, eyes glowing faintly as his staff pulsed. “Damn right we’re not.”

Their eyes met.

Across the field, Azura and Arcana regrouped behind a shattered column, their team behind them all gone, just the two of them left.

Red and Alex?

Same.

4 vs 4 had turned to 2 vs 2.

Again.

Only now?

They were coming for Alex first.

Arcana signaled. Azura nodded.

The moment they moved, Red’s heart skipped.

“They’re coming for you.”

Alex didn’t flinch. “Good.”

“What?”

“Let them.”

And then he sprinted straight into the line of fire.

“Alex!” Red shouted.

Azura blinked. Her blades flashed. Arcana surged behind her like a meteor.

And Alex… stood.

“HEY,” he screamed. “COME GET YOUR HOLY BUFFET, YOU FROSTY PSYCHOPATH.”

Azura lunged, slicing through his first barrier. Sparks flew. His HP dropped hard.

[64%]

[51%]

[38%]

Red moved.

Circling. Fast.

Azura didn’t see it.

Alex backed up, limping slightly in the slow simulation effect, casting [Holy Fire] in random arcs. Not to hit. To distract.

Azura focused too hard.

And then…

Red’s blade slipped under her guard.

Clean. Brutal.

Straight through her abdomen.

Her eyes widened.

[Red_King killed VirtualValkyrie]

Score 4–3

Time stopped.

Almost.

She dropped, glitch-glow fading from her form as her blades clattered.

Arcana roared. Not like a commander, but like a brother.

His hammer raised instantly. Red turned…

Too slow.

The hammer came down like a comet.

But…

Alex stepped in front of it.

Not fast.

Just… there.

The hammer collided with his back.

His HP crashed to near zero.

The force launched him forward, into Red.

“Shit—Alex—!”

Alex wheezed. Blood dripping from his mouth. His staff glowed in overdrive.

Red caught him.

[Warning – Health Critical]

[0.4% HP]

“I’m okay,” Alex coughed.

“You’re not—!”

“I’m okay,” he repeated. His hand glowed again.

[Healing Light Activated]

A healing burst hit Red in the chest.

[+42% HP]

Then another buff. [Agility]

Then a third. [Cleansing Grace]

Alex’s voice cracked. “Go.”

“Alex— Why?”

“GO!”

His knees buckled.

He collapsed into Red’s arms, shaking.

“Go finish him,” he whispered, the light in his hands finally fading. “I got your back…”

And then he dropped.

[Father^Alex – Status: Downed]

Score 4—4

The spectators gasped.

All of them.

Even those who hadn’t been cheering for Celestial.

Because that wasn’t just a support falling.

That was sacrifice.

And now?

Only two remained standing.

Red.

Arcana.

The battlefield fell into silence.

Only the sound of footsteps.

And breath.

And the echo of something more than just rivalry.

Red laid Alex down gently on the marble floor. He stood.

And his sword began to glow.

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