Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 789: They Just Want to Play!

Villain Ch 789. They Just Want to Play!

"I knew it was a bad sign!" Bored Hunter’s voice crackled with frustration, his teeth clenched tightly together in irritation.

"Then why didn’t you tell us?" Red_King shot back, his gaze piercing as he turned to face Bored Hunter.

"I just realized it after Godlike’s warning," Bored Hunter retorted, his tone defensive as he tried to justify his oversight.

The response elicited an exasperated chorus of eye rolls from the rest of the group, their collective annoyance palpable.

"My children…" Gheppetto’s voice cracked with sorrow and fury, his eyes burning with an intense mixture of grief and rage. "Why did you kill my children?!" he cried out in anguish, his words echoing through the eerie silence of the cemetery.

"Cause your kids want to kill us," Arcana retorted, his voice laced with irritation as he addressed Gheppetto’s accusations head-on.

"They just want to play!" Gheppetto snapped back, his frustration evident as he struggled to comprehend the group’s actions.

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"Play? Oh yeah, definitely," Azura chimed in, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she echoed Gheppetto’s words with biting mockery.

"Yeah, play with our lives," Allen added, his voice carrying a hint of disdain.

"Silence!" Gheppetto’s voice thundered through the air, filled with a potent mix of anger and sorrow that sent shivers down their spines. "You’ve never had children so you don’t know what it’s like to lose!" His words carried the weight of immense grief, each syllable heavy with the burden of his pain.

"You don’t know how I painstakingly dug up their bodies one by one, created a new puppet body for them and ensemble them," he continued, his voice trembling with the weight of his twisted actions. The chilling revelation hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting a pall over the group.

"Ugh... so basically they are not your kids, but corpses," Greatest Healer interjected, his voice tinged with a cringe of disgust at the horrifying truth that had been laid bare before them.

But Gheppetto’s response was swift and vehement. "They are my kids!" he declared, his tone sharp and defensive as he vehemently asserted his twisted sense of parental devotion.

In a rage, Gheppetto raised his hand, an ominous tension filled the air, palpable and suffocating. Simultaneously, cracking sounds reverberated from the ground around them. With each crack, a puppet emerged from its grave, a macabre assembly of broken and disfigured figures that stumbled into existence.

Unlike the puppets they had encountered before, these were not just children; they were adults, their forms twisted and warped, bearing the scars of their untimely demise. Some had faces marred by cracks and fractures, while others were missing limbs, their bodies contorted into grotesque shapes. Each puppet bore the unmistakable signs of violence and decay.

In just moments, they found themselves surrounded by the eerie spectacle, the puppets closing in on them with an unnatural gait. The air was heavy with the stench of decay, mingling with the sound of creaking joints and the rustling of tattered fabric as the puppets advanced.

Panic surged through their veins as they realized the gravity of their situation, their senses overwhelmed by the sheer number of adversaries that surrounded them.

Allen and the others instinctively pressed their backs against each other, forming a tight circle amidst the encroaching darkness.

Bored Hunter’s tense voice cut through the silence like a blade, his eyes darting anxiously around their grim surroundings. "This is bad. None of our damage can hurt them. We’re trapped here."

Red_King’s gaze narrowed with determination as he surveyed the advancing horde, his mind racing for a solution amidst the chaos. "No, we have a way out," he asserted, his voice resolute despite the mounting tension.

Azura’s eyes flickered with steely resolve as she locked her gaze onto Gheppetto, her mind calculating their next move with a sense of urgency. "We only need to defeat one monster," she declared, her voice carrying a note of determination.

With a decisive motion, Arcana stepped forward, his shield raised in a defensive stance as he braced himself against the impending onslaught.

"Get ready, everyone!" Arcana’s voice rang out, cutting through the tension like a clarion call to arms.

Arcana lunged forward, his muscles tensed and his shield poised for impact, he was met with a flurry of movement from the surrounding puppets. Their movements were swift and coordinated, blocking his path with their outstretched claws, effectively preventing him from reaching their twisted creator.

Seeing the imminent threat, Red_King wasted no time in springing into action. With a swift motion, he activated his skill. "Cyclone Strike!" he chanted. His sword became a blur as it moved with a rapid rotating motion, striking out at the encroaching puppets with unparalleled speed and precision. The whirlwind of slashes threw the puppets aside, creating a temporary reprieve for the group.

Yet it wasn’t enough. New puppets quickly rose from their graves and went toward them, closing their distance.

Realizing that they needed to create a path for Arcana to reach Gheppetto, Allen turned to Azura with a sense of urgency in his eyes. "We have to create a path for them!" he exclaimed, his voice cutting through the chaos of battle.

Azura nodded in understanding, her mind already racing with a plan of action. Without hesitation, they moved as one, planting their blades into the ground on the sides of the group. With a focused determination, they called upon their skills.

"Blade Dance!" they muttered in unison, their voices a low chant amidst the clamor of battle. As they invoked their abilities, the ground beneath them trembled, sending shockwaves rippling through the air.

The blades, emerging from the ground with deadly grace, slicing through the ranks of puppets with deadly precision, streamed toward Gheppetto like an unstoppable force. Though they passed on either side of him, their presence acted as formidable walls, preventing the encroaching puppets from closing in and cutting off any chance of escape for the malevolent puppeteer.

Gheppetto, trapped within the confines of the swirling blades, found himself cornered and unable to evade the relentless assault.