NOVGO.NET Chapter 1600 - 1600: Last Man Standing
Villain Ch 1600. Last Man Standing
Arcana lunged, pure rage fueling his swing, pouring every last drop of hope and hate into that single strike.
Allen didn’t move.
He watched it coming.
And right before the blade touched his cloak…
He vanished.
‘Shadow Step.’
Arcana gasped—then choked as Allen reappeared behind him, hand already around his throat.
“Too slow.”
With a sickening crunch, Allen lifted him off the ground. Arcana kicked, struggled, his blade falling from his grip.
Allen’s other hand crackled with demonic energy, and before Arcana could even cast a defensive chant.
The blast punched through his chest.
Armor cracked. Blood sprayed.
His body convulsed in midair, eyes wide in disbelief.
Allen leaned close, voice a whisper. “You were never going to touch me.”
Then he let go.
Arcana crumpled like a doll dropped from too high.
[Player Arcana has been eliminated by the Devil Emperor.]
Elio was the last one standing.
He limped forward, dragging his shield, a scream stuck in his throat.
He knew he wouldn’t win.
But he fought anyway.
A final swing.
Allen didn’t even block.
He just stepped past it, grabbed Elio’s throat, and crushed it.
[Player Mac has been eliminated by the Devil Emperor.]
Then… silence.
Just the crackle of ruined earth.
The wind. The storm. The scent of blood.
And one person left.
Father^Alex.
On his knees. Eyes wide. Lips trembling. Tears and sweat mixing on his face.
He didn’t even have his staff anymore. It lay ten meters away—shattered.
Allen turned slowly.
Each footstep echoed like a drumbeat.
Alex’s fingers curled into fists.
His body was done.
But his will wasn’t.
He stood.
Staggered, swaying—but he stood.
“Why?” he whispered.
Allen stopped.
“You could’ve killed me first. But you didn’t. You killed them all.”
“I wanted you to watch,” Allen said, calm again. “I wanted you to feel it.”
Alex’s hands clenched tighter. “You’re a monster.”
“No,” Allen murmured. “I’m just the final truth.”
He raised his sword.
Alex looked him in the eyes.
He didn’t blink.
He didn’t run.
Even without mana.
Even without a weapon.
Even with death right in front of him.
He stared it down.
Like a warrior.
Like a fucking legend.
[Time Remaining: 0:34]
Father^Alex couldn’t feel his fingers anymore. His vision pulsed red with every heartbeat, and the corners of his HUD were flickering—low health warnings, out-of-mana pings, shattered gear icons. His robes were torn. Blood soaked his side. His knees shook like twigs in a storm.
But he stood.
And he didn’t back down.
Allen—the Devil Emperor—closed the distance in one step.
He didn’t waste words. Just reached out and grabbed Alex by the throat.
His grip was cold, like stone carved from the abyss itself.
Alex gasped.
The air vanished from his lungs.
His toes left the ground.
Allen lifted him like he weighed nothing.
His sword rose.
The blade gleamed dark and terrible, crackling with residual storm energy. The storm above flickered once, as if the world held its breath for the final blow.
Alex’s heart pounded.
Slamming against his ribs like it was trying to break free.
This was it.
He was done.
But then—
A thought.
No—a refusal.
He wasn’t going to die like this.
Not like this.
Not silent. Not helpless.
He would fight.
One hand let go of his staff—it clattered to the ground.
The other?
It moved.
Trembling.
Blood-slicked fingers reached into his inventory.
And he grabbed the only thing left.
A holy dagger—a low-tier quest reward. Hardly ever used. Just a decorative backup from a cathedral storyline two months ago.
It shimmered faintly with a faded golden aura.
Allen didn’t notice.
He was too focused. Too certain.
His blade raised higher.
And Alex swung.
Wild. Panicked. Desperate.
He didn’t even aim.
He just refused to go down without doing something.
The dagger’s edge kissed the Devil Emperor’s cheek.
A shallow cut.
Barely a scratch.
But it landed.
And Allen froze.
A single drop of black-red blood slid down his face.
The entire battlefield went still.
Then— an announcement showed up on Alex’s system.
[Damage dealt: -1 HP.]
His eyes widened in disbelief. All of the players… Yet he was the one who managed to land damage to the emperor?
Then another announcement followed.
[WORLD ANNOUNCEMENT: Player Father^Alex has landed a successful strike on the Devil Emperor.]
The silence cracked open.
Allen blinked.
His expression shifted. Just slightly.
Shock.
Real, human shock.
He hadn’t expected it. Not from Alex. Not here. Not now.
The scratch still stung. Not physically—but somewhere deeper.
It wasn’t the pain.
It was the insult.
The sheer audacity.
Alex met his eyes—barely conscious—gasping through the grip on his neck.
And then, he smiled.
A small, shaky, broken smile. But a real one.
“F*ck you,” he croaked.
Allen’s grip tightened.
And without another word— He snapped Alex’s neck.
Quick. Brutal. Final.
The light in Alex’s eyes vanished instantly as his body went limp, dropping like a discarded doll.
[Player Father^Alex has been eliminated by the Devil Emperor.]
[Time Remaining: 0:02]
The battlefield was empty now.
Smoke rolled across the cracked stone.
Blood soaked the ground, still steaming in places.
Weapons broken. Shields shattered. Bodies gone.
And at the center of it all— Allen stood.
Breathing slow. Sword low. Staring at the blood on his cheek.
One hit.
Just one.
He reached up. Touched it.
Looked at the stain on his fingers like it was something foreign.
The timer hit zero.
[Time Remaining: 0:00]
[SIEGE EVENT: FAILED.]
[THE DEVIL EMPEROR HAS DEFENDED THE CURSED CRYPTS.]
[ALL PARTICIPANTS HAVE BEEN DEFEATED.]
The world shuddered.
Then reset.
The battlefield began to fade—players force-respawned, interface messages flashing across the screen.
But Allen didn’t move.
Not yet.
He looked down at the broken body of the healer.
This one wasn’t strong.
He wasn’t a DPS or tank.
No PvP win streak.
But he still stood longer than most.
Allen exhaled—slow and low.
Then turned.
And walked back to his throne.
Still bleeding. Just a little.
But smiling all the same.