NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 739 Fourth Wall Question
Villain Ch 739. Fourth Wall Question
Elio's unexpected choice of words caught Allen off guard, causing him to pause for a moment. He hadn't anticipated being addressed as "Your Majesty" by his adversary, but he found himself intrigued by Elio's boldness.
Despite the tension crackling in the air, Allen made a calculated decision to entertain Elio's request. He knew he had to tread carefully, but there was something about Elio's demeanor that piqued his curiosity.
"Fine, talk," Allen replied, his voice tinged with a hint of frostiness. His eyes remained fixed on Elio, but his senses were keenly attuned to the movements of the players around them. He noted the presence of several high-level players attempting to scale nearby buildings, their ranged weapons at the ready. Meanwhile, there were only lower to middle level players on the street.
Despite the potential threat posed by the approaching players, Allen remained composed, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew he had to handle this situation with finesse if he wanted to emerge unscathed. After all, he had a reputation to uphold as the devil emperor, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down, even for a moment.
"Is it true that you've got a personal vendetta against me just because I slipped through your fingers last time?" Elio fired off his question, his tone brimming with defiance and curiosity. He wasn't about to back down, not when he had the devil emperor's undivided attention.
Allen's icy gaze bore into Elio, but the question seemed to catch him off guard for a moment. Nevertheless, he remained composed, his expression betraying little as he considered Elio's words.
"I've got this feeling that there's more to it than just a grudge match. It's like you've got some ulterior motive, like you're targeting specific people for a reason," Elio continued, his voice growing more confident with each word.
Elio's analysis wasn't unfounded. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something deeper at play, something that went beyond their previous encounters in the game. He recalled how the devil emperor had once shown no hesitation in targeting Sophia, subjecting her to torture and torment.
But now, it seemed that the devil emperor's focus had shifted, his sights set on new targets like Father^Alex.
The sudden change in tactics left Elio puzzled. He couldn't understand why the devil emperor had seemingly lost interest in Sophia, especially considering their past interactions. It was as if the devil emperor had moved on to a new agenda, one that Elio couldn't quite decipher.
It was the reason why Elio was determined to uncover the truth behind the devil emperor's actions. He knew that the key to unlocking the mystery lay in the devil emperor's response, and he wasn't about to let up until he got the answers he sought.
'Ah… he's sharp,' Allen mused inwardly, impressed by Elio's keen insight. With a sinister grin, he decided to indulge Elio's curiosity, if only for a moment.
"I'm not just randomly picking targets," Allen explained, his voice dripping with malice. "I've got plans, big plans, and certain people are getting in my way. So, I'm taking them out, one by one," he declared, his tone laced with a chilling determination.
As he spoke, Allen unleashed his Demonic orbs, summoning the menacing black orbs that swirled ominously around him. With a flick of his wrist, he sent them hurtling toward their targets, the orbs cutting through the air with deadly precision.
In an instant, the orbs flew in three different directions, killing two hunters and a magic scholar who were climbing to the surrounding buildings' balconies. They hit their marks and killed them in an instant. It was a warning to anyone foolish enough to stand in his way.
Elio's bold question stirred James's curiosity, prompting him to pose his own inquiry without waiting for permission. With a hint of skepticism in his voice, James challenged the very nature of the devil emperor's existence.
"I know what you really are! You're just an artificial intelligence," James declared, his words cutting through the tense atmosphere like a knife. "Just a bunch of ones and zeroes, nothing more than lines of code running through the game's system."
It was a daring move, one that aimed to probe the limits of the game's artificial intelligence. James wanted to see how the devil emperor would react, whether it would falter in the face of such a direct challenge or offer a response that defied expectations.
To his surprise, Allen's reaction was anything but predictable. Instead of freezing up or dismissing the question, the devil emperor responded with a cunning grin, his voice dripping with intrigue.
"Am I?" Allen's words hung in the air, shrouded in ambiguity. "Or perhaps... I am something more? A soul bound to this wicked form, perhaps?"
His response was cryptic, leaving James and the others momentarily stunned. It was a clever deflection, one that hinted at a deeper truth lurking beneath the surface of the game's mechanics. Allen's words sparked a flurry of questions in James's mind, each one more perplexing than the last.
Was it possible that the devil emperor possessed a consciousness of its own, independent of the game's programming? Or was Allen simply toying with them, weaving a web of deception to keep them guessing?
But of course, that could just be a setup answer.
Before anyone could react, Elio interjected once again, his voice laced with urgency. "My members... they're not your targets, right? Let them go," Elio demanded, his words tinged with desperation.
Allen's response was cold and dismissive, dripping with arrogance. "I can't," he stated flatly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "Once they've fallen into my trap, there's no turning back," he declared, his gaze fixated on Elio with chilling intensity.
Without wasting time, Allen uttered a command in a voice devoid of emotion, his hand outstretched towards Elio. "Hellfire Rain," he intoned, his words carrying a deadly weight.
In an instant, the sky above them darkened, ominous clouds swirling overhead. Without warning, torrents of fiery rain began to plummet from the heavens, descending upon Elio and his comrades with merciless precision.