Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 321: WAR AGAINST DEMON RACE

Greg arrived in the demon realm, materializing amid the swirling chaos of crimson skies and jagged, obsidian landscapes that stretched endlessly into the horizon.

"What took you so long?" Aaron was the first to speak up, his voice laced with a mix of impatience and curiosity.

"Apparently, we can’t even begin the battle without your consent, everything’s on hold until you give the go-ahead."

"Had some pests to deal with," Greg informed him coolly, his golden eyes scanning the assembled group under the realm’s oppressive, blood-red glow. "Let’s begin now."

[Begin the conquest?]

The system prompt flickered into existence before Greg, its ethereal text hovering insistently in his field of vision like a spectral demand.

"Are you sure you want to start now?" Brian asked, his brow furrowing with genuine concern as he studied Greg’s weary posture. "You look depleted, like someone who needs a lot of rest to recover properly."

"Yeah, I’m good," Greg assured him, shaking off the fatigue that clung to his muscles like heavy chains.

"I’ll be able to recover soon enough, no time to waste."

He accepted the conquest without hesitation, his finger mentally selecting the option as the prompt dissolved into digital sparks.

[Which province would you like to start your Conquest from?]

[Lust

Wrath

Greed

Pride

Envy

Gluttony

Sloth]

Greg chose the lust province, reasoning that it lacked a strong leader now that Lilith had aligned herself with his side, leaving a vulnerability he could exploit swiftly.

[You will begin the war with the battle against the lust province]

[You will lose the war and your empire should you die or be captured by the enemy]

[Should you capture the leader of the lust empire, you will gain possession of the province and move on to conquer the next province]

[You can recruit players and NPCs human to your side as long as you have enough coins to reward them for their participation!]

"Good luck!!"

The system notified Greg with a cheerful chime that contrasted sharply with the grim reality unfolding, officially igniting the war in the demon realm’s infernal depths.

"So?" Aaron prompted again, always the quickest to break the silence with his sharp tongue. "What’s the plan for this war? We need some strategy here, right?"

"Plan?" Greg echoed dismissively, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he flexed his shoulders. "There’s none—if you want one, Brian’s the best to come up with something solid."

"As for me," he added, his voice steady and unyielding, "I’m going ahead, no holding back."

"Don’t tell me you plan to just—"

Greg flew into the air before Will could even finish his words, two massive dragon wings sprouting from his back with a powerful whoosh that stirred the sulfur-scented winds around them.

His purpose for waging this brutal war against the demon race was twofold, a calculated duality burning in his mind like twin flames.

To conquer and systematically dismantle one enemy after another, erasing threats from his path with unrelenting force.

And the last one, to devour their essences, elevating his signature concept to its absolute pinnacle, a power that would redefine his dominance in this fractured world.

Boom!

Greg crashed into the very heart of the province like a meteor striking the earth, the impact sending shockwaves rippling through the ground, cracking the scorched soil and toppling nearby spires of twisted rock.

No fanfare, no intricate strategy, nothing but direct, raw carnage, his approach a whirlwind of destruction that left no room for subtlety or mercy.

[Warning!! You are in the enemy’s territory! Ensure you are not captured or you will lose your life!]

"Abyssal wave!" Greg activated his attack without delay, making the first decisive move in the escalating conflict.

From his outstretched form, the Abyssal wave flushed outward in a roaring torrent, dark waters infused with demonic corruption surging like a living entity hungry for souls.

The wave didn’t just wash over the demons in its path; it drained their very essences, pulling at their souls with an insatiable void that left hollow shells in its wake.

[Congratulations! You have killed a lust demon!]

[Exp gained...]

[You have assimilated 0.0..1% absolute sin of lust]

The system information flooded Greg’s notice bar in a relentless cascade, overwhelming his vision with glowing notifications that prompted him to have no choice but to turn it off entirely, silencing the digital chatter.

Flapping his wings with powerful strokes that displaced the hot, acrid air, Greg soared toward the demons that had miraculously survived the initial onslaught of the Abyssal wave, their forms battered and disoriented amid the receding dark tides.

With Heaven Defier gripped tightly in his hand, its blade humming with latent energy, Greg descended like a vengeful shadow, cleaving a demon cleanly in half from shoulder to hip in a spray of infernal ichor.

Landing on the ground with a solid thud that cracked the earth beneath his feet, he quickly pivoted, spinning in a perfect 180-degree turn that blurred his silhouette against the fiery backdrop.

Greg cut off the head of another demon with a swift, horizontal slash, the severed appendage tumbling away in a trail of dark blood that sizzled on the hot stones.

One of the demons, positioned farther from the immediate slaughter, gathered its chaotic energy and released a blast of demonic power toward Greg, the bolt crackling with malevolent force.

But as expected, with his 100% dodge rate rendering him untouchable, the attack passed harmlessly through him, dissipating into wisps of smoke without leaving a mark.

With acute mental control honed from countless battles, several arrows materialized behind Greg out of thin air, their shafts forged from shadows and tipped with gleaming points of pure intent.

Willing them forward with a focused thought, he fired the projectiles toward the demons lurking at a distance, the arrows streaking like guided missiles through the hazy atmosphere.

The arrows, driven by the certainty of hitting their marks, pierced through the skulls of several demons with unerring accuracy, their bodies crumpling in lifeless heaps amid guttural cries.

Creating even more arrows from the void, their forms coalescing in shimmering clusters, he willed them into action once again, relentlessly increasing his kill count as the province echoed with the sounds of carnage.