Novel All Day
Chapter 662 His Eternal Boredom
Villain Ch 662. His Eternal Boredom
Allen tightened his grip around VirtualValkyrie's neck. A sense of suffocating dread enveloped her, the pressure building with each passing moment. She gasped for breath, her lungs burning as the air was squeezed from her body, her vision blurring as darkness threatened to engulf her.
With agonizing slowness, Allen's sword materialized in his hand, gleaming ominously in the dim light as he drove it into her chest. The blade pierced her flesh with a sickening crunch, tearing through muscle and bone as a searing wave of pain shot through her entire body.
VirtualValkyrie's scream was muffled by the chokehold around her neck, her voice choked off by the sheer intensity of the agony coursing through her veins.
Blood spurted from her wound, painting the air crimson with each agonizing beat of her heart. VirtualValkyrie felt her life force ebbing away, the world spinning wildly around her as she teetered on the brink of oblivion. The metallic tang of blood filled her senses, mingling with the acrid scent of smoke and fire that hung heavy in the air.
Through the haze of pain and despair, VirtualValkyrie could hear Allen's laughter ringing in her ears, cold and merciless as it echoed through the chaos around them. His voice, devoid of any remorse or humanity, cut through her like a knife, sending a shiver of dread down her spine.
"It seems I played too much with my prey," he taunted, his words dripping with malice as he reveled in her suffering. Each syllable was like a dagger to her heart, a cruel reminder of the fate that awaited her at the hands of the devil emperor.
The excruciating pain continued to ravage VirtualValkyrie's body. The stab felt like a dagger twisting deeper into her soul. She could feel the life draining from her with each agonizing moment, the world around her fading into a blur of torment and despair.
But just when she thought she had reached the brink of oblivion, Allen's unexpected words cut through the darkness like a ray of light piercing the shadows. Drawing closer to her face once again, his voice was a whisper, a chilling contrast to the brutality of his actions. "I hope I can find more warriors like you," he murmured, his words dripping with a strange mixture of admiration and cruelty.
The intensity of his gaze bore into her, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger that sent a shiver down her spine. Despite the overwhelming agony coursing through her veins, VirtualValkyrie couldn't help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions roiling within her.
Fear mingled with excitement, uncertainty intertwined with a strange sense of exhilaration as Allen's words echoed in her ears. The dominance he exuded, the power he wielded over her, created a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions that left her reeling in confusion.
Without hesitation or preamble, the emperor's grip tightened around VirtualValkyrie's throat as he hurled her away with a forceful thrust. Her body tumbled through the air, a sense of weightlessness engulfing her as she plummeted towards the fiery depths below.
With wide eyes, VirtualValkyrie watched as the devil emperor's cold gaze followed her descent, his expression devoid of any hint of mercy or remorse. Below her, flames licked hungrily at the air, casting an ominous glow over the hellscape that awaited her.
She hurtled towards her inevitable demise, her mind raced with a flurry of thoughts and emotions. Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against her, she felt a strange sense of clarity wash over her, a newfound understanding of the allure that surrounded the enigmatic villain known as the devil emperor.
Even in the face of certain death, VirtualValkyrie found herself unable to muster any sense of regret for her actions.
Allen watched with cold indifference as she disappeared into the fiery abyss below. Disappointment gnawed at his heart, a bitter reminder of the fleeting thrill he had hoped to find in their encounter.
In the depths of his icy gaze, there lingered a sense of disdain, a silent condemnation of the futile attempt to challenge his supremacy. He had expected more from the confrontation, anticipated a battle of wits and strength that would test the limits of his power. Yet, what had transpired was nothing more than a fleeting distraction, a mere blip on the radar of his eternal boredom.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Allen's lips curled into a derisive sneer as he contemplated the fleeting nature of the encounter. It was all too easy, too predictable, a mere shadow of the exhilarating chaos he craved. He had not even bothered to exert his full strength, merely toying with his prey like a cat with a mouse, savoring the fleeting moments of amusement before casting them aside like insignificant debris.
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The time was running out. The city was mostly in ruins. It was a huge win for the villains yet Allen's face looked sour. It was Jane who approached him.
Jane descended gracefully from the sky, her dark cloak billowing around her as she landed near Allen. She observed him with a furrowed brow, noticing the subtle dissatisfaction etched across his features. "We won," she declared, her voice tinged with concern. "But why do you look unhappy?"
Allen turned to face her, his expression a mixture of boredom and discontent. "We won, yes," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "But this battle was nothing more than a tedious exercise. I need the thrill, the excitement, to feel truly alive."
Jane nodded in understanding, a flicker of sympathy shimmering in her eyes as she realized the depth of Allen's craving for excitement. She knew all too well the insatiable hunger that gnawed at his soul, the relentless quest for stimulation that drove him to seek out ever more dangerous challenges.
Approaching him tentatively, Jane wrapped her arms around Allen's waist, drawing him close in a comforting embrace. "I understand," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "If you don't mind I can be your thrill of the game." She pressed herself against him, Jane felt a surge of warmth flood through her veins.