Villain Ch 1678. The Bride Must be Delivered
He surged forward.
Tentacles whipped toward him—
He ducked under the first, rolled past the second, and punched one mid-air with a mana-enhanced strike, cracking it off its root.
The Warden swung—
Allen vaulted over it, boots grazing its shoulder as he twisted midair, flipped, and brought his fist down like a falling star.
-CRACK!
The impact rang out like a war drum struck in a cathedral. The Warden staggered, iron joints grinding, one of its rotating halos sparking violently.
Allen didn't land softly. He slammed down, dust and blood mist bursting around his boots as he stood tall and calm, like he didn't just use a tentacled church mech as a launchpad.
His right hand rose.
Black mana coiled from his wrist, fingers curled around nothing—until it appeared.
The sword.
Long. Jet-black. Edges uneven like broken obsidian. A cursed relic from another plane entirely. It didn't shimmer. It didn't glow. It drank the light around it.
