Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 325: LUST CLAN

Chapter 325: LUST CLAN

"Hmm. Quite the impressive young man," Number One murmured, his voice carrying a mix of reluctant admiration and deep wariness.

"To wage war against the entire demon realm all on his own... But that very fact only amplifies how truly dangerous he has become."

"I’m well aware of that," Rebecca replied, her tone cool and unshaken, like polished obsidian.

"But he poses no threat to me, not even the slightest bit. I will be perfectly fine. What you should be focusing on right now is preparing yourself thoroughly for the war that is coming. My soul is almost completely healed; the process is nearing its end."

"Yes, my Queen," Number One answered with perfect deference. He bowed deeply once more, his posture rigid and formal. "I will take my leave now."

He straightened slowly, turned on his heel, and walked away.

---

"Oh? You’re already back." Lilith’s voice lit up with genuine surprise and praise as soon as Greg reappeared. She studied him for a moment, eyes widening slightly.

"You really did conquer an entire clan single-handedly. And in record time, no less. That’s... remarkable."

"Did you...?" she began, her tone softening with concern.

"No," Greg answered evenly. "I spared all the non-combatants. That was the absolute most I could do for them."

Lilith let out a long, visible breath of relief. Her shoulders dropped noticeably, tension melting away from her frame. "I see. Thank you."

The simple knowledge that so many of her former clan members, innocents who had never raised a weapon, had been allowed to live brought her a profound, quiet sense of comfort1.

For the first time in what felt like ages, a small weight lifted from her chest.

"There’s no time to sit around resting," Greg declared to the gathered group, his voice cutting through the moment with firm authority.

"We need to move on and attack the next clan immediately."

"Crazy how fast you’re pushing through all of this," Will muttered under his breath, half in awe, half in disbelief.

He shook his head slowly, still processing the sheer speed of Greg’s conquests.

"Everyone, prepare yourselves," Greg continued without pause. "This time we’re attacking together, as a full unit."

"Finally! Some real action!" Aaron exclaimed, his face breaking into a wide, eager grin. Excitement crackled in his eyes like sparks. "When do we start?"

"We’re waiting for one more person who’s crucial for this battle," Greg replied. His gaze shifted deliberately toward an empty patch of ground a short distance away. "She’ll be arriving... just about now."

Right on cue, a jagged rift ripped open in the air mere meters from where he stood.

The edges of the tear shimmered and pulsed with unstable violet-blue energy, crackling softly.

One by one, familiar figures stepped through: Nemesis, Red, Blue, Annabelle, and Azrael.

"You guys are here. Perfect. Let’s move," Greg said briskly, skipping any unnecessary greetings or explanations.

Without further delay, the entire group set out. Greg and Annabelle shifted forms in unison, their bodies expanding rapidly.

Bones lengthened, muscles swelled, scales erupted across their skin in deep, iridescent patterns of midnight blue and shimmering silver.

Within moments, two colossal dragons stood where humans had bee, nmassive wings unfurling with a deep, leathery snap that sent gusts of wind rippling across the ground.

The rest of the group climbed onto their broad, armored backs, gripping tightly as the dragons launched skyward.

Powerful wingbeats thundered through the air, propelling them higher and higher.

The landscape blurred beneath them, jagged hills, dark forests, distant plumes of demonic smoke as they soared at breathtaking speed toward the Envy Clan’s territory.

They touched down on a rocky outcrop overlooking the enemy lands.

Dust swirled around their massive forms as Greg and Annabelle reverted to human shape, wings folding away with a final rustle.

"So?" Lilith asked once everyone had regrouped, her tone practical and focused.

"How do we approach this? The usual all-out blitz, or are we actually using a strategy this time?"

"This time we’re incorporating some real planning," Greg answered. "First step: we send in the suicide squads."

A slow, predatory grin spread across Cain’s face. "What exactly are you cooking up?" he asked, barely able to contain his enthusiasm.

The promise of impending bloodshed and chaos clearly thrilled him to his core.

Greg raised one hand.

A new rift tore open beside him, smaller, more controlled.

From within it poured an endless stream of Copy Cats.

They spilled out in waves, bodies shifting and multiplying on contact with the ground, their forms flickering between humanoid and beast-like shapes as they rapidly organized into formations.

"What in the world are these creatures?" Lilith asked, stepping closer, eyes wide with fascination. "I’ve never seen anything like them before."

She had existed for countless centuries, witnessed every manner of demon, beast, and abomination, yet these beings were entirely new to her.

"The race I created myself," Greg said simply.

"You created an entire race?" The question exploded from nearly everyone at once, voices overlapping in stunned disbelief.

The sheer magnitude of what Greg had just revealed hit them like a physical blow. Jaws dropped.

Eyes widened.

A stunned silence fell over the group for several long seconds.

"How...?" Lilith breathed, her voice quick and urgent. "How is it even possible to create your own race?"

As the former Demon Lord of Lust, she grasped the cosmic weight of such an act far better than the others.

Her breathing had grown shallow, almost frantic.

"It’s one of the perks that came with becoming a god," Greg explained matter-of-factly.

"Such perks exist?" Lilith murmured, frowning as she desperately searched her vast memory for any precedent. "I’ve never heard of anything like that."

"I think it’s unique to you," she concluded after a pause. "A special ability tied specifically to your ascension."

"Enough small talk already," Aaron interrupted, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. Impatience radiated off him in waves. "Can we please just see them in action?"

Greg gave a single nod. With a silent mental command, he unleashed the Copy Cats.

The swarm surged forward like a living tide, racing toward the Envy Clan’s borders.

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"My lord!" A demon general burst into the vast, echoing courtroom, his armored boots clanging against the polished obsidian floor. "We are under attack!"

He dropped immediately to one knee before Azazel’s towering throne, right knee planted firmly, head bowed low in absolute respect.

His breathing was heavy from the sprint.

"Hmm." Azazel leaned back slowly, fingers drumming a lazy, deliberate rhythm on the armrest. "So he chooses to push even further. Wasn’t conquering the Lust Clan enough to sate his appetite?"

"To already possess a human empire, then seize the Lust Clan entire... and still he hungers for more." Azazel’s voice dripped with bitter resentment.

"How utterly envious. I wish I could claim even a fraction of what he has already taken."

His eyes flared with vivid green light, pure, unfiltered jealousy twisting his handsome features into something feral and dangerous.

"Prepare the defenses," Azazel commanded, rising smoothly from his throne.

Dark energy rippled outward from him, pressing against the walls like an invisible tide.

"We will crush these pests once and for all. No single being should ever control so much territory."

Yh. the irony is wild considering they are demons🫠