BXBX NOVEL Chapter 265 You Cannot Fall
Among the petrified players stood the guild leader, his dual daggers suspended in midair, mere inches away from Abyssia\'s body. The deadly weapons glinted under the dappled sunlight, their lethal intent frozen in time. The chaotic frenzy that had consumed the battlefield moments ago was abruptly silenced, replaced by an eerie stillness.
The footsteps echoed through the petrified players, a wave of terror washed over them. Their eyes widened, fixed on the source of the sound. They recognized the figure approaching with a cold and menacing expression.
It was the Devil Emperor.
"You should be more careful, Abyssia," he spoke, his voice laced with an icy chill. His hand lifted, and with a flick of his finger, dozens of black lances materialized above the frozen players. The sky darkened as if nature itself mourned the impending doom about to befall them.
The lances hung ominously in the air, casting eerie shadows on the petrified figures below. Each lance gleamed with malevolent energy, a promise of imminent destruction. Without breaking his stride, the devil emperor unleashed his power, directing a single downward motion.
The lances descended with deadly precision, plummeting toward the helpless players like a relentless storm of death. The ground quaked as the lances pierced through the air, their dark tips seeking out their targets with unerring accuracy.
Panic gripped the frozen players as they watched the lances hurtle toward them. Some closed their eyes, bracing for the inevitable impact, while others desperately attempted to break free from their stone prisons, their bodies frozen in a cruel mockery of life.
The lances tore through flesh and bone, and crimson streams of blood cascaded from the wounded bodies, staining the forest floor in a grotesque tapestry of life\'s fleeting essence. The scent of iron mingled with the earthy aroma of the woodland, a grim reminder of the transience of existence.
The forest was instantly filled with anguished screams as the lances met their marks. The players\' voices intertwined in a symphony of agony, each cry a testament to the harrowing reality of their impending demise. The air reverberated with the cacophony of pain and despair, their echoes bouncing off the trees like haunting melodies of tragedy. The once serene woodland was now a macabre tableau of carnage.
"I\'m sorry, Your Majesty. I let my guard down," Abyssia murmured, her voice laced with genuine regret. The weight of her mistake pressed heavily upon her, as she realized the consequences of her lapse in vigilance.
The emperor\'s imposing figure loomed just a few strides away, his presence commanding attention and respect. With a calculated stride, he closed the distance, positioning himself directly behind the guild leader. A sinister grin curved upon his lips as he raised his demonic claw.
In one swift, merciless motion, the emperor thrust his claw deep into the guild leader\'s back, piercing through flesh and bone until it emerged from his chest. The guild leader crumpled to the ground, his lifeblood staining the forest floor beneath him. A fleeting gaze passed between Abyssia and the emperor, a silent exchange laden with unspoken implications.
Abyssia\'s heart quivered at the emperor\'s words, delivered with a chilling nonchalance that sent a shiver down her spine. "It\'s okay," he uttered, his voice betraying a peculiar mix of detachment and possessiveness. "The most important thing is you are safe."
"I—" Abyssia\'s words were abruptly silenced as the emperor swiftly closed the distance between them, his hand firmly grasping her waist. Their bodies pressed together, their proximity intensifying the charged atmosphere that surrounded them.
"Energy Transfer," the emperor murmured, his voice laced with a mix of command and desire. Their lips met in an electrifying kiss, A surge of power coursing through his body, channeled into Abyssia\'s being. The energy flowed through their connection, mending her wounds and revitalizing her weakened form. It was an intimate act, a display of the emperor\'s control over both his own abilities and her well-being.
A wave of astonishment rippled through the witnessing players. Their eyes widened in disbelief, unable to comprehend the unexpected turn of events unfolding before them.
The emperor finally released Abyssia from his embrace, his piercing gaze fixed unwaveringly upon her. The lingering touch of their connection still resonated within her, sending a rush of warmth to her cheeks, which now burned with a rosy hue.
"Remember," the emperor\'s voice resonated with authority, his eyes locked on Abyssia\'s. "You are my wife. You cannot fall..." The weight of his words hung in the air, a reminder of their intertwined destinies and the expectations placed upon her.
Raising his hand, the emperor unleashed his Hellfire Rain skill. Flames descended from the sky, transforming the once serene surroundings into a raging inferno. The blazing onslaught consumed the players\' mandragora companions and engulfed the battlefield, turning it into a nightmarish realm of torment.
An evil grin tugged at the corners of the emperor\'s lips as he surveyed the chaos and suffering he had wrought. The pain of the players fuelled his dark pleasure, a sinister satisfaction derived from their desperate struggles.
Once again, he glanced at her.
"You\'ve got what you wanted, haven\'t you?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of triumph and malice.
Abyssia\'s response was devoid of emotion, her gaze locked with the emperor\'s. "Yes," she affirmed, her voice barely a whisper.
"Then let\'s leave this wretched place," the emperor declared, his tone filled with a sense of urgency. He opened a portal. The flames licked at the edges of the swirling vortex, as if eager to consume anything in their path.
Without hesitation, Abyssia followed the emperor into the fiery abyss. Together, they stepped through the portal, leaving behind the scorched battlefield and the agonized cries of the defeated players.