Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG-Chapter 683 - Abyssal Chain

Inside the royal castle.

A regal man in his late fifties walked calmly through the grand halls, flanked by two knights who followed a step behind. His long, flowing blond hair framed a calm and composed demeanor, and he wore opulent green robes adorned with intricate gold embroidery.

The man came to a halt as he stepped into a vast hall. There, standing before him, was a group of players who seemed like they were waiting for him.

The man’s lips curled into a faint smile as he lifted his chin slightly. "Well, look who we have here."

"Lord Demian…" one of the players addressed him. She was a woman with flowing red hair, clad in sleek, form-fitting leather armor and a crimson cloak that rippled lightly as she moved.

"Marlene…" Demian replied.

"You certainly look every bit as dignified as expected in that outfit," Marlene said.

"Thank you for the compliment," Demian responded with a slight smile.

Marlene offered a faint smile in return. "Do you, for some reason, feel the need to check the situation outside?"

"Yes…" Demian replied. "That’s why I intend to step outside—to see the state of things myself."

He paused for a moment, and then continued. "I want to check on my dear brother… He is, after all, facing a guest from Hell. Who was it again…? Ah, yes—Prince Stolas. The King is dealing with him now. How could I possibly sit idly here alone while such… important events are taking place outside?"

Marlene’s expression remained composed, though her eyes narrowed slightly.

"There are thousands of demons attacking outside the city walls," Marlene continued, her voice calm.

"That is certainly troubling news," Demian replied.

"Four Named Demons, all ranked in the 50s, are battling against those defending the city," Marlene added.

"Will they be able to hold the line?" Demian asked.

"The strongest forces trying to protect the city are beginning to fall," Marlene answered.

"That’s… truly heartbreaking news," Demian said softly. "But what of my brother? What is the latest word on him?"

"The King has fought valiantly," Marlene replied, "but it seems Prince Stolas is stronger than what the King can overcome."

Demian shook his head slowly, exhaling as though weary. "I can’t bear to hear any more of this."

A tense silence hung between them, thick and oppressive in the vast hall.

Finally, Marlene spoke again. "The summoning will soon expire, and the demons will be sent back to Hell."

Demian’s head snapped up. "You can’t!"

"Yes, of course we can," Marlene replied.

"We need to punish these demons for the chaos they’ve unleashed on this kingdom," Demian said. He paused for a moment before straightening his gaze. "After all… as the new King who will soon ascend, isn’t it my duty to deal with these demons myself?"

Marlene’s eyes narrowed. "We can control the demons through contracts—by our own means."

"Am I hearing a threat, Marlene?" Demian asked smoothly. "I thought we were friends. Aren’t we on the same side here?"

He stepped closer, his voice now cold and deliberate. "You know as well as I do that we’ve worked together to bring everything to this point. Everything we’ve achieved—together."

"Stop the bullshit and explain what exactly you’re summoning up there."

"What are you talking about?" Demian asked.

"We’re not so clueless as to miss what you’ve been doing behind our backs. A massive portal is forming above, and we all know only you could be responsible for that," Marlene said sharply.

She paused for a moment, then continued. "We all know we’re bound by a contract—one that we all agreed upon. Each of us is obligated to follow the terms of the pact we made together."

Demian shook his head slowly, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "And what if someone were to break that contract?"

"They lose their levels and die," Marlene stated coldly.

"Ah, yes," Demian replied with a nod. "I’d nearly forgotten about that little detail."

In response, Marlene’s hand moved and summoned her weapon—a sleek, black whip. Her team, a group of nearly twenty players, immediately stepped forward, weapons drawn and ready.

"Marlene," Demian said softly. "You’re stepping into a zone you were never meant to cross."

"Is the portal you’re secretly conjuring going to collapse if you die?" Marlene shot back. "Whatever it is, we don’t appreciate things happening without our knowledge."

Demian let out a small, resigned sigh. "You did say I would lose my levels and die, didn’t you? So there’s really no need for you to trouble yourself with killing me… And wouldn’t the absence of anything happening to me prove that I’m innocent of your accusations?"

He shook his head slowly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You’re truly far too harsh in your treatment of this poor old man."

As he finished speaking, a sudden surge of dark energy erupted around his neck. Marlene’s eyes widened in shock as a black chain streaked with faint veins of crimson energy appeared on his neck.

"Abyssal Chain…"

"Oh, forgive me," Demian said with a faint smile, his fingers lightly brushing the chain. "It seems the contract between us no longer applies… because of this. Hearing you recognize the name of this item, I must say I admire your knowledge. You do understand how significant it is, don’t you?"

"That’s King Bael’s…" Marlene said, her voice trailing off.

Demian shook his head slowly. "How casually you speak of His Majesty—the most powerful of all demons. King Bael, the Named Demon ranked number one and the original holder of the Gluttony Champion."

An archer stepped up beside Marlene. "Marlene, this guy destroyed the contract we made and conspired with King Bael behind our backs."

"Damn it… have we been betrayed?" Someone hissed.

"What a load of bullshit. This is a mess," another player grumbled.

"It’s not too late. If we take him down now, we can still stop this," the archer added.

Demian responded with a faint, amused smile and offered them a shallow bow. "My apologies, Marlene," he said smoothly, taking a step back. "I’m a little busy at the moment, so I’ll leave you to chat with my two knights here."

Before anyone could react, Demian’s figure shimmered and vanished from sight, leaving only the two knights stepping forward to take his place.

"Marlene, what should we do?" one of them asked urgently.

"Kill these two knights, and then we’ll hunt down Demian," Marlene replied firmly.

"Damn it! How the fuck did Demian betray us like this?"

"This is such a mess—this betrayal hurts."

"What kind of sly, underhanded scheme is that bastard planning?"

Two massive shadow wolves materialized behind the groups. Marlene gripped her whip tightly. "I think Demian intends to become the vessel for the descent of King Bael. Whatever he plans to summon through that massive portal will bring unimaginable destruction. He may not even truly want the throne of Dissidia Kingdom. He’s aiming for something far greater."

"No way… Marlene… the number one Named Demon? King Bael?"

"This can’t be serious," another muttered, shaking their head.

"We’ve been stabbed in the back… Damn it!"

"Won’t this become a massive problem for us too?"

"Damn it, this Demian bastard can’t be allowed to live!"

"Enough!" Marlene snapped. Her whip cracked sharply as she stepped forward. "Now let’s take down these two knights!"

The shadow wolves snarled as the two knights raised their weapons.

This content is taken from fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm.

The real fight was only just beginning.