Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 322: BATTLING THE LUST CLAN

"Proxy Lord!" A demon knight burst into the dimly lit chamber, his armored boots scraping against the stone floor. His voice rang out with raw urgency. "We are under attack!"

The Proxy Lord, recently placed on the throne by the Demon God as a temporary ruler jerked upright in his seat.

He was only meant to hold the position until the Demon God found someone truly competent.

The appointment had been nothing more than a cold, strategic move to stop an immediate rebellion after Lilith’s violent removal.

The Demon God’s plan was meticulously cruel in its simplicity. He would slowly bleed the province dry.

Best demons were quietly transferred to other territories, one elite warrior at a time, until the entire region grew too weak to resist being carved apart and divided.

Yet that very thoughtful scheme had backfired spectacularly. It had turned the province into a lavish, free feast laid out just for Greg.

And Greg, gluttonous as ever, had no interest in turning down such a perfect meal.

"What do you want me to do?" the Proxy Lord shouted, his voice cracking sharply. Fear twisted his pale face, making his eyes dart wildly. "Attack! Kill them all!!"

"Yes, my lord!" the knight replied with a stiff bow. In his heart, he already understood the grim truth, they were utterly alone in this fight.

"If only we still had the Lust Queen," the demon thought bitterly as he turned to leave. "We wouldn’t be in this pathetic, crumbling situation."

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"What did the Proxy Lord say?" the war leader of the Lust Clan demanded the moment the messenger knight returned to the front lines.

The knight lowered his head, voice flat. "We are on our own. He says we must deal with it ourselves."

"Tch. Useless." The general’s tone was ice-cold, dripping with contempt. His crimson eyes narrowed in open anger as he glared toward the distant command post.

He turned sharply to his assembled soldiers, the remaining elite of the Lust Clan. "March forward! We will defeat this enemy. He is only one man. There is not much he can do against all of us."

"Let’s marc—"

BOOM!

A thunderous explosion shattered the air before the general could finish his order. The ground shook violently beneath their feet, sending dust and debris flying.

In the heart of the battlefield, right before the advancing army, Greg materialized.

Heaven Defier hung low in his grip, thick rivulets of demonic blood dripping steadily from its edge.

The blade was coated so heavily that fresh crimson streams ran down the steel and over his armored fingers.

The number of demons he had already slain was impossible to count.

The thick, sticky blood drenching his entire body, from his chest plate to his face, stood as a silent, horrifying testament to the carnage he had unleashed so far.

"He delivers himself to us!" the general roared, raising his weapon high. His voice carried across the ranks, filled with desperate confidence. "Attack!!!"

The Lust Clan had always been a weak demon clan.

Their numbers and raw power were never truly overwhelming.

What made them feared and respected across the demonic provinces was almost entirely Lilith’s dominating presence.

Now that she was gone, the province’s overall strength had plummeted like a stone.

The Demon God’s deliberate removal of key figures had only sped up the collapse, leaving the remaining forces hollow, fragile, and exposed.

Greg stood perfectly still for a long moment.

His sharp gaze swept slowly across the entire army.

A faint, predatory smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

To his surprise, not a single demon before him possessed even a basic Concept, let alone an Absolute Concept.

"Pathetic."

Without another word, he dove straight into the feast spread out before him like a ravenous predator.

He moved like a living killing machine, tearing through the ranks with merciless efficiency.

Every demon that entered his line of sight was cut down in an instant.

He opened his mouth wide and unleashed a roaring torrent of dragon fire.

The superheated flames rolled forward in a blazing wave, turning entire squads of screaming demons into charred, smoking crisps within seconds.

The acrid smell of burning flesh and sulfur quickly filled the battlefield.

The demons refused to simply stand there and be slaughtered.

They fought back with desperate fury, refusing to accept a one-sided massacre.

Waves of dark demonic energy blasts streaked toward Greg from every direction.

Some warriors hurled powerful lust enchantments, trying to wrap his mind in thick veils of seductive illusions and overwhelming, mind-numbing desire.

None of it had any effect.

Greg spoke the activation words calmly in the ancient dragon tongue.

"Speed enhancement. Strength enhancement. Vision enhancement. Reflex enhancement. Cut enhancement."

One powerful buff after another layered onto his body. The moment the enhancements took full hold, raw power surged through every muscle and nerve.

He became a blinding streak of motion, far too fast for most eyes to track. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Greg appeared instantly in front of a towering demon knight and drove Heaven Defier straight through the creature’s skull with brutal force.

The blade pierced cleanly through bone and brain.

With one savage swing, he ripped the sword free, splitting the demon’s head in two. Chunks of bone and dark blood sprayed outward in a gruesome arc.

Spinning with wicked, fluid grace, Greg decapitated another demon in the same continuous motion.

The severed head spun through the air, eyes still wide in shock, as the body crumpled lifelessly to the ground.

Without slowing, he thrust both hands forward toward a dense cluster of soldiers.

A massive, roaring volume of flames erupted from his palms, engulfing the group in an inferno.

The intense heat warped the air itself as dozens more demons were reduced to nothing but ash and blackened crisps. Their final screams echoed across the blood-soaked field.

The general stood frozen on the blood-soaked ridge, watching helplessly as his once-proud army was brutally torn apart.

His wide eyes reflected the carnage unfolding below—screams echoing across the field, bodies crumpling under relentless strikes, and thick plumes of smoke rising from charred remains.

A stunned expression gripped his face, mouth slightly agape, as the horror unfolded.

He clutched his weapon so tightly that his knuckles turned pale beneath his armored gloves.

Yet he did not move. Not a single step forward.

He simply couldn’t.

A deep, primal fear, the kind every living being instinctively understood held him completely paralyzed.

It wrapped around his chest like iron chains, squeezing the air from his lungs and rooting his feet to the ground.

Fear.

It was plain to see in his eyes: wide, trembling pupils, the raw terror of a predator who had suddenly become prey.

Greg paused mid-slaughter.

He turned slowly, his gaze cutting through the chaos like a blade until it locked directly onto the general’s eyes.

In that single glance, Greg read everything.

The general’s fear was unmistakable, naked, unguarded, and absolute.

It radiated from him like a scent on the wind.

But Greg cared little.

His expression remained cold and indifferent.

He simply turned away and resumed his work, reaping more lives without hesitation.

The general would die soon enough.

There was no rush.

Greg preferred to clear out the weaker mobs first, thinning the herd methodically before claiming the bigger prize.