Villain Ch 1747. Who Impersonates The Devil Emperor? [Part 1]
Red_King was bellowing nearby, his berserk state glowing with rage-fueled buffs. He grabbed a healer by the leg and threw him into a paladin's barrier, shattering it like glass.
"You thought this would work?!" he roared.
Allen moved quieter, but no less lethal.
He slid through an opening and drove both daggers into a warrior class mid-cast. Her spell broke. Her body twitched. Then collapsed.
The rest started to panic.
They realized too late.
This wasn't a highlight reel.
This was a warning.
Don't hunt kings unless you can bleed like one.
Don't pretend you're strong unless you're ready to get carved open by someone who doesn't need to try anymore.
And Allen?
He was just warming up.
By the end, there were only three survivors running.
Two made it to the ridge.
The third tried to beg.
Red_King watched him.
A thin, broken voice stammered out—"P-please, I—"
Then Red_King turned away.
