Villain Ch 1701. I Love The After Party
Three others flanked them—buffed and geared to the teeth. One in glowing crimson plate was Warlord. Another hovering with levitating books was Spellweaver_83.
But it was the last figure that made Allen pause.
A priest.
With white robes, golden trim, and soft, hesitant movements. His staff was half-raised, but his expression was anything but aggressive.
Father^Alex.
Larissa bared her fangs. "Tch. Rats."
"Should we kill them all?" Vivian asked sweetly, cracking her whip like she was stretching.
"Of course," Allen said calmly, eyes fixed on Arcana. "What else?"
Arcana pointed his sword at Allen's chest. "Devil Emperor. All of you. This ends now."
Allen took a breath.
Then smiled.
"I really hate weddings."
He lifted his sword.
"But I love the afterparty."
The first strike came fast—Azura.
