Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1583. Mocking Giggles

Unfortunately, this time? They weren’t ready.

The formation hadn’t locked yet. Half the frontline still scrambling for positions. Mages off-balance, archers not even fully reloaded. And the hounds? They didn’t wait.

They poured in like a hungry wave of snapping jaws and flame-licked bones, their howls a chorus of fury. The sound clawed down their spines. Not just loud—but wrong, layered, like several voices shrieking through static and hate.

The first hound lunged before anyone could even blink.

Its claws scraped across a tank’s chestplate, sparks flying. Another leapt into the air, teeth clamping down on a mage’s shoulder. Screams. Chaos. A rogue tried to backflip away only to get tackled mid-air by a flaming beast with six legs and a molten tongue.

“SHIELDS—GET THE SHIELDS UP!” someone bellowed.

“BARRIER!” Alex’s voice cracked, panicked, but clear.

He jammed his staff into the cursed ground, eyes glowing.

[Mass Barrier activated]

[Mana Consumption: Extreme – Efficiency Reduced]

A massive translucent dome shimmered into existence—stretching across half the ruined field. Its light was thin, threads of magic barely holding. But it was wide. Just wide enough.

The hounds slammed into it.

-WHAM!

The barrier rippled. A dozen beasts smashed into it at once. Claws dragged lines of fire across its surface. Fangs tore at the edges. The sound of impact echoed like breaking glass underwater.

Alex staggered, breath hitching. Sweat poured down his face. “I can’t hold this for long—!”

“You don’t need to!” Arcana yelled, already pulling the melee forward.

Sophia scoffed from the back. “Tch. Tacky move.” But she still stepped into position, drawing her staff and weaving a wind ward around her new squad.

The barrier cracked.

Thin lightning-like fractures spread across the surface. One hound leapt and burst through a weakened spot, flying straight at a spellcaster before being skewered mid-air by a javelin.

-CRASH!

The dome shattered in a thousand glittering shards, raining down like cursed snow.

“NOW!” Arcana shouted. “HOLD THE LINE!”

And this time, the formation was ready.

Tanks stepped forward, shields braced. Their auras flared—earthbound skills locking aggro. Taunts screamed through the cursed land. Melee users flanked. Arrows whistled from behind, enchanted and fast.

James fired a double shot, both arrows splitting mid-air into clusters. “I got two on the left!”

“I got everything on the left,” Noah said, loosing a piercing shadow arrow that ripped through three hounds in a line. “Pull your weight.”

“Eat my quiver.”

The beasts kept coming. Every one of them different. Some covered in molten armor, others dripping green ooze that hissed on contact. A few exploded when they died, turning the field into a minefield of dismembered death.

A clawed one leapt for Father^Alex—who didn’t flinch.

He just stepped back and slammed his staff into the earth.

“Holy Pulse!”

[All Enemies Within 10m Slowed – 15%]

[All Allies Regenerate HP Over 5 Seconds]

A wave of golden light flashed out, turning hounds to ash mid-leap.

“Y-You okay, Alex?” someone called.

“I’m fine,” he said breathlessly. “They’re just dogs.”

“Very big, flaming, fanged demon dogs,” Gil muttered, cutting one down with a spin slash. “But sure. Dogs.”

Red_King tanked three at once, his sword glowing with rage enchantments. He slammed the ground, voice booming.

“Seismic Bash!”

[AoE Knockback – Fire Variant]

The earth beneath him erupted, sending the hounds flying like shrapnel-packed meatbags. Their flaming bodies arced through the air—until arrows from James and Noah intercepted mid-flight. A lightning mage beside them snapped a sigil into the sky, casting a net of crackling blue that caught two more hounds, frying them with a shriek.

Elio wasn’t far behind. His shield pulsed with magic, intercepting every strike. With each block, he shifted forward like an advancing wall, covering ranged DPS players and drawing aggro with practiced ease. He shouted commands as he moved, driving his shield into one hound’s chest and then decapitating it with a brutal overhead slash.

“Hold steady!” he barked. “Cut off their legs first!”

Azura blinked in and out of shadow. Her daggers flicked, carving through tendons and ribcages with surgical precision. She rolled beneath a lunging beast, drove both blades up into its throat, then flicked backward and vanished into mist again.

Meanwhile, Sophia stood near the backline—untouched. Her robe was pristine, not even a smudge of dirt on it. She held her staff loosely, casting only what she needed. A Barrier here. A Lesser Heal there. She never moved from her safe spot.

She didn’t contribute to the push. No mass heals. No bless fields. Just enough to avoid aggro and make sure she didn’t take damage.

Noah caught her out of the corner of his eye and sighed.

“Annoying,” he muttered.

Minutes passed like hours. The field grew slick with black ichor. The smell—gods, the smell—was all smoke and rotten meat.

Gil threw a rock at the last hound, just to piss it off before Red_King crushed it with a finishing blow.

Silence followed.

Not the good kind.

The tired, tense kind.

No one cheered.

No one even moved for a minute.

They were breathing hard. Covered in grime and blood.

Elio lowered his shield and glanced around. “We okay?”

“Alive,” Mastercraft muttered.

Sophia sighed, already checking her staff for cracks. “I need a drink.”

Then Arcana turned.

He strode across the battlefield, boots crunching bones, straight to the young DPS player—the one who had stepped too close.

The kid stood stiff, still panting. Dirt streaked his face. Eyes wide, ashamed.

Arcana stopped in front of him. His voice was flat.

“Didn’t I tell you not to touch anything?”

The kid’s voice came out small. “I didn’t touch it. I swear. I—I just got close to look—”

Arcana nodded once. “Exactly. You got close. That’s what triggered it.”

The kid’s head dropped. “…sorry.”

No response for a long second.

Then Arcana turned away. “Next time? Listen.”

The tension broke slightly, people shifting again. Someone cast minor healing spells, another popped a buff potion. No one joked. Even Gil was quiet.

And then—

A giggle.

A high, lilting, playful giggle.

Not from the raid.

Not from anyone they could see.

It echoed through the cursed air like a child hiding behind a curtain.

Mocking.

Amused.

And very, very wrong.

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