Villain Ch 276. Battle of Jealousy Part 3

The emperor raised his hand high, signaling his impending attack.

With a swift motion, the emperor waved his hand downward and unleashed his Telekinesis Blast, smashing Greg with an unstoppable force. The impact was cataclysmic. The sheer might of the attack sent shockwaves through the ground, causing it to tremble beneath Greg’s feet. A thunderous crack echoed through the air as his body collided with the unforgiving desert city terrain, creating a colossal fissure.

The sheer ferocity of the strike was mind-boggling. In an instant, Greg’s health points plummeted to zero. The world seemed to blur as his body sprawled across the sandy surface, blood spraying in all directions. His once formidable form was now reduced to a mere pulp, his flesh nearly flattened against the ground.

The emperor’s eyes widened in surprise and awe. He couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. His single attack had just become an unstoppable force of destruction, all thanks to Yora’s buffs. A surge of excitement coursed through his veins as he realized the sheer potential of a healer’s abilities.

A devilish grin spread across the emperor’s face. It was like he had stumbled upon a hidden treasure.

The clock was ticking, the event was almost coming to an end, and the emperor was done messing around. It was time to show everyone who was boss and bring the fight to a bone-chilling finale.

With a flicker of determination in his eyes, the emperor shifted his focus to Mac and his team. The once mighty group stood there, mouths agape, their eyes fixated on Greg’s lifeless body sprawled on the ground. Horror and shock etched across their faces as they processed the devastating blow that had just been dealt.

The emperor, seizing the opportunity to rub salt in the wound, taunted them mercilessly. His voice dripped with scorn as he sneered at their trembling forms. “What’s the matter? Are you scared now? I thought you were warriors. Where’s that fiery spirit you boasted about before? Huh?” the emperor asked, tightening his grip around Yora’s neck.

“Ah!” Yora’s voice pierced through the eerie silence, her cry echoing with desperation. Her eyes darted towards her teammates, silently pleading for help, even though she knew deep down that her fate was sealed. The weight of impending death pressed upon her, but she couldn’t help but hold onto a glimmer of hope, wishing that her teammates would find a way to turn the tide.

The emperor grinned. Seeing Mac and the others scared wasn’t a sight he could see every day, so it was very enjoyable, at least for him. Especially since Yora witnessed all of this. The emperor wondered if Yora would turn to Greg since Greg had died in honor while the others could only remain silent like cowards.

Mac and the others fell into deep thought.

Sure, they could try to mount a rescue mission and free Yora from the emperor, but with the emperor’s buffed-up strength, it would be a one-hit-kill situation. It was a dire and ridiculous scenario – a hopeless fight they couldn’t win.

The tension thickened as the emperor caught wind of their hesitation. A smirk played across his lips, mocking their fear. “I see… You guys are scared,” he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. The timer for the event was ticking away, and the emperor knew he had to bring the battle to an end.

In a swift motion, the emperor raised his hand high. “Dark Storm!”

The sky transformed into a tempestuous cauldron of darkness, and lightning snaked through the air like vengeful serpents. The flashes of electric fury illuminated the chaos unfolding below.

With each lightning strike, players fell one by one. Mac and his team fought valiantly, but their efforts were futile against the overwhelming power of the storm. The crackling bolts of lightning seemed to target them with uncanny precision, striking them down with deadly accuracy.

The merciless storm spared no one. It also seized the healers, cruelly snuffing out their remaining lifelines. Their desperate pleas for salvation were drowned out by the howling winds, their calls for help unanswered in the face of such overwhelming darkness.

Shouts of agony and despair reverberated through the air, mixing with the thunderous booms of the storm.

Yora could only watch in horror as her teammates fell one by one, their valiant efforts rendered in vain by the merciless onslaught of the Dark Storm.

The emperor turned his attention to Yora, a malevolent glint in his eyes. A twisted smile crept across his face, revealing the depths of his sadistic nature. In a chillingly calm tone, he uttered words that sent a shiver down Yora’s spine.

“Now, for you, Lil’ kitten,” he sneered, his voice dripping with venomous malice. “Die for me. Cut your own throat.” .𝙘𝙤𝙢

Yora’s heart skipped a beat at the sheer cruelty of his command. Despite the calmness in his tone, the gravity of his order hung heavy in the air, saturating the atmosphere with an unspoken horror.

His chilling command sent a shiver down her spine, but she had no choice but to comply.

Shuddering with a mixture of fear and resignation, Yora raised her trembling hand and opened her inventory. Her fingers moved swiftly, scrolling through the virtual items she had collected on her journey. And there it was a simple knife, a weapon she had once used on the training grounds.

In one swift motion, fueled by a mixture of despair and defiance, Yora drew the blade across her throat. The sharp metal cut through flesh and sinew, unleashing a crimson torrent of blood that stained her once pristine white healer’s robe. The pain, both physical and emotional, washed over her, overwhelming her senses.

Her body betrayed her. It crumpled to the ground.

You are in bleeding effects!

Your HP will decrease by 10% per second.

In that moment, with her eyes fixed on her fallen comrades she couldn’t shake off a question. If Allen was in the group and her betrayal never happened, would he help her? Would he be her hero?