Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 323: CONQUERING THE LUST CLAN

Bodies piled upon bodies before Greg, forming grotesque, twitching mounds of torn flesh and shattered armor.

The ground had turned into a slick, crimson mire, every step squelching under his boots.

He moved through the slaughter like a man possessed, eyes cold, movements mechanical, relentless.

There was no pause, no mercy, only the steady rhythm of death.

Stats were stolen in flashes of dark light.

Bloodlines were plundered, ripped from still-warm corpses.

Lives ended in sprays of gore and final, choked gasps.

Yet Greg refused to stop.

Each kill fed him, fueled him, pushed him further into the abyss of power he craved.

The general could bear it no longer.

He had watched long enough, watched his soldiers fall like wheat before a scythe.

With a guttural snarl, he charged forward, joining the fray at last.

His demonic eyes shifted hue, swirling from deep crimson to an unnatural, glowing violet as he surrendered control to the raw desire burning inside him.

He wasn’t alone.

Every remaining demon fighting for the Lust Clan did the same.

They opened themselves fully to corruption, allowing the dark hunger within their blood to take over completely.

They understood the brutal truth: to defend their province, they had to lose everything, sanity, restraint, even their very souls.

Greg paused amid the chaos, wings half-spread, Heaven Defier dripping steadily.

He watched the transformation unfold across the battlefield.

"Is that how easy it is to give in to your desire?" he muttered under his breath, voice low and almost amused.

Every single demon let their soul be tainted.

The changes were eerily uniform: jagged horns sprouted from foreheads, varying wildly in length and curve. Long, whip-like tails lashed behind them.

Claws lengthened into black, razor-sharp talons.

Their eyes gleamed with a crazed, feral sheen, pupils blown wide, irises flickering with unnatural light.

Seeing them embrace the fall, Greg decided to raise the stakes on his side as well.

He triggered partial dragonification.

Scales erupted across his skin in a wave of dark, iridescent black, edged with faint azure shimmer.

His leg muscles swelled dramatically, thighs and calves thickening with raw, explosive power.

Claws burst from his fingertips, long and curved like obsidian blades.

From his back, four massive wings unfurled, dark azure membranes stretched over powerful bone, the deepest blue veins pulsing faintly beneath the surface.

"Mystery Box," Greg muttered, activating one of Heaven Defier’s active skills.

The blade pulsed once. A notification flashed in his vision:

[Mystery Box (Active): Using this skill grants the user a random buff or debuff, the effect and level being completely random. (Cooldown: 3 hours)]

[One Shot Kill: Every strike you make automatically depletes the HP of the opponent completely. Cooldown: 10 mins]

"Ten minutes?" Greg said with cold finality. "That’s enough."

He exploded forward in a blur.

With his new wings, he became a flying terror, a streak of midnight and death cutting through the sky.

Wherever he passed, heads rolled clean, decisive slashes that sent severed necks tumbling before the bodies even realized they were dead.

Tainted or not, the demons stood no chance.

Their corruption made them faster, stronger, wilder, but it changed nothing.

They were still fodder.

It was cruel.

It was horrible.

To any third-party observer, the scene would have been nightmarish: rivers of blood, skies filled with falling corpses, the air thick with the stench of charred meat and void-touched rot.

To Greg, it was fuel.

A necessary evil that sharpened his strength with every heartbeat.

The general staggered forward one last time, his tainted body already beginning to break apart, scales cracking, flesh sloughing off in wet clumps.

Thick blood trickled from his eyes like tears of tar.

"Why?" he rasped, voice hoarse and broken.

"Because I can," Greg replied simply. He raised Heaven Defier high.

"Please..." The general’s claws scraped uselessly at the ground. "The citizens... the non-combatants... spare them."

"Of course," Greg said without hesitation. "I have no reason to slay those who can’t fight."

He tilted his head slightly.

"Besides... Lilith would be sad if I killed all her clan members."

The general’s eyes widened in shock.

"Did you just say Lil—"

He never finished.

A single, decisive slash from Greg sent the general’s head spinning free.

It hit the ground with a wet thud and rolled several feet before coming to rest, eyes still open in frozen disbelief.

With every last soldier dead, Greg turned and began walking slowly toward the main castle.

His wings folded against his back with a soft rustle.

Heaven Defier rested casually on his shoulder, blood running in slow rivulets down the blade.

Any demon foolish enough to stand in his path met the same swift end. Slash, collapse, silence.

Finally, he stood before the Proxy Lord.

The temporary ruler dropped to his knees the instant Greg came into view, forehead pressed to the cold stone floor.

"Please... spare me," the Proxy Lord whimpered, voice trembling. "I beg you."

Greg didn’t bother responding.

He simply swung Heaven Defier once clean, cruel, final.

The Proxy Lord’s body slumped forward, head rolling away in a crimson arc.

[Congratulations! You have defeated the Proxy Leader of the Lust Clan!]

[Congratulations, you have conquered the Lust Clan!]

[You have levelled up!]

[You have levelled up!]

[You have levelled up!]

[You have received a reward for conquering the Lust Clan]

[You have received the Bloodline: Sin of Lust]

[Gain the remaining Sins to unlock a Primordial Bloodline]

[Your Abyssal Dragon Bloodline has devoured the Sin of Lust]

[You have gained an added ability to your Bloodline]

[Check your inventory to receive your reward]

The system notifications crashed over him like a tidal wave, one after another, impossible to ignore. Important alerts like these couldn’t be silenced.

But among the flood, one stood out above all others, the one that made the corner of Greg’s mouth curl into the faintest, satisfied smile.

[Congratulations! You have gained the Concept: Lust!]

Greg opened his status window, observing his gains from the conquest.

"Sacrifice the concept lust to increase the concept absolute resolution," Greg informed the system.