Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 340: INVINCIBLE GROUP
Swinging Heaven Defier with effortless precision, Greg cleaved through a cluster of demons as if they were soft tofu.
Their bodies parted in sprays of dark ichor, the air filling with the acrid stench of burned flesh and sulfurous blood.
Limbs tumbled to the scorched ground, but Greg didn’t pause, his movements fluid and unyielding.
He opened his mouth wide, flames gathering in his throat.
Carefully targeting those demons bearing the twisted sigils of Greed, golden chains etched into their armored hides, he unleashed a searing fire breath.
The inferno roared outward, enveloping them in black-violet tongues that crackled with abyssal hunger, reducing the group to smoldering crisps in seconds.
"Do not falter your formation! Hold still and keep mounting pressure!"
Greg caught the barked orders from their commander, a hulking demon with jagged horns and a voice like grinding stones.
A faint smile crept across Greg’s face, amusement flickering in his eyes amid the chaos.
They thought he would tire? Clearly, they had underestimated him severely.
He raised a hand, dark energy swirling around his fingers like living shadows.
A rift tore open to his independent space, the portal humming with contained power.
From it emerged three of his Nemesis divine clones, each one a perfect echo of his form, radiating the same cold dominance.
Every single Copy Cat followed, pouring out in a wave of identical, feline warriors.
Their eyes gleamed with predatory focus, claws extended and ready.
With these reinforcements flooding the battlefield, the tide shifted dramatically.
The demons’ numerical superiority evaporated like mist under a harsh sun.
The Copy Cats proved nightmarishly resilient, shrugging off blows that would fell lesser beings.
They darted through the ranks, slashing and evading, sowing confusion and drawing blood with every leap.
Nemesis Black, Nemesis Blue, and Nemesis White rampaged unchecked.
Black’s shadows coiled around throats, Blue’s battle finesse tricked demons into striking allies, and White’s raw speed blurred through the fray, leaving trails of severed limbs.
Their combined assault carved a widening circle within the demon army.
The space expanded steadily, a zone of death where no enemy could stand unopposed.
Once the perimeter felt secure enough, bodies piling up like discarded refuse, Greg gestured again.
"The rest of you, run riot," he commanded, voice cutting through the din like a blade.
He reopened his independent space, allow the others to make their entrance.
Brian reacted first, his figure a streak of motion.
He wove through the demonic horde with blinding agility, positioning himself deep in their midst, isolated, surrounded by snarling foes far from his allies.
The demons surged forward aggressively, fangs bared and weapons raised.
They smelled vulnerability, believing this lone sheep ripe for the slaughter.
"Heaven’s Fall!" Brian shouted, his voice echoing with divine authority.
The already oppressive sky of the demon realm darkened further, clouds churning into an inky void.
Tension built in the air, thick and electric.
In a flash, the heavens ignited.
A massive celestial body materialized, split clean in two by an illusory sword strike that shimmered like starlight.
The halves plummeted earthward, trailing ethereal fire.
Boom!
The impact unleashed cataclysmic fury.
The ground buckled in a deafening explosion, shockwaves rippling outward in waves of dust and debris.
Destruction radiated from the epicenter, pulverizing everything in its path.
A vast crater formed, its edges glowing with residual heat.
Every demon in the vicinity was obliterated, reduced to ash and scattered remnants.
Hot winds whipped through the air, carrying the bitter scent of annihilation.
Brian didn’t linger to admire the devastation.
He surged onward, eyes locked on his next target.
Time was a luxury he refused to waste.
Cain moved next, his presence a chill wind amid the heat.
He extended his arms, necrotic energy pulsing from his fingertips like dark veins.
Every corpse around him stirred, those felled by Greg’s clones, the Copy Cats, Brian’s strike, all rose in unison.
Pale eyes opened, lifeless bodies jerking to unnatural life as they turned on their former comrades.
"Rise from the dead," Cain intoned, his voice a hollow whisper that echoed across the field.
His stored undead reserves joined the fray, swelling the ranks further.
They shambled forward, claws rending, teeth gnashing, killing demons who, in turn, rose moments later to bolster Cain’s army.
Some undead fell, crumbling under concentrated assaults. But it meant little.
For every one destroyed, more demons perished, tipping the balance ever in Cain’s favor, a relentless cycle of growth.
"Summoning," Lilith murmured, biting into her finger.
Crimson blood dripped to the parched earth, pooling in ritualistic patterns.
She closed her eyes, concentration etching her features as she visualized her desires.
Two glowing circles manifested beneath her feet, humming with arcane power.
From the first emerged a colossal rat, larger than a dire wolf, its fur matted and eyes burning with feral intelligence.
The second birthed a lich, skeletal form cloaked in tattered robes, a staff clutched in bony hands that radiated cold decay.
"Kill them all!" Lilith commanded, her tone sharp and unyielding.
The Devouring Rat King let out a piercing roar that stunned the battlefield, a sound incongruous with its rodent form, deep, rumbling, and filled with primal menace.
Then it multiplied. Smaller rats sloughed off its body like shedding skin, forming an army of tens of thousands.
They writhed as a black, undulating ocean, squeaks merging into a deafening chorus.
The horde surged toward the nearest demon.
Before it could react, claws raised in futile defense, the rats swarmed, devouring flesh in a frenzy.
In moments, only bleached bones remained, picked clean.
The lich ascended into the air, robes fluttering in the hot updrafts.
It pointed its staff and skeletal hands at a clustered group of demons, chanting in a guttural tongue.
Death energy coalesced, then erupted in a decaying explosion.
The blast tore through the ranks, shredding bodies to bloody fragments in a spray of gore and shadow.
Dual Blade charged forward, his form a whirlwind of motion.
Eight additional arms sprouted from his sides, each gripping a gleaming sword.
His multiplier escalated to a staggering x256, blades multiplying in a cascade of steel.
He didn’t stop there, two eyes formed at the back of his head, one on each side, granting flawless 360-degree vision. No blind spots. No surprises.
He tore through the demons like fragile silk, blades slicing with mechanical precision.
Bodies fell in heaps, severed cleanly, the air thick with the metallic tang of spilled blood.
Aaron synced his sight with a nearby dove, sending it soaring high for an aerial vantage.
The bird’s view fed him real-time intel, enemy movements, weak points, emerging threats, which he relayed to the team in crisp updates.
All the while, he dispatched demons with calculated strikes, his role as coordinator never faltering.
He orchestrated the chaos, ensuring AOE attacks didn’t overlap and that no one fell to demonic ambushes.
Will wove through the fray, his SSS-rank poison control extending in a toxic aura.
He poisoned swathes of demons at once, his movements graceful and evasive.
One foe’s face melted under acidic venom, skin bubbling and sloughing away in agony.
The next convulsed from viper’s toxin, veins blackening as life ebbed.
Kate embraced the shadows, cloaking herself in impenetrable darkness.
She glided like a phantom assassin, ripping apart demons with silent efficiency.
To her victims, death came mysteriously, a fleeting glimpse of moving void, then nothingness.
Their eyes widened in confusion before glazing over eternally.
Annabelle unleashed barrage after barrage, her AOE spells hammering the horde relentlessly.
Fireballs erupted, lightning chains crackled, winds howled, each wave causing widespread havoc and forcing demons to scramble.
Despite their initial clever strategy, the demons were backed against a metaphorical wall.
Overwhelming power ground them down, their ranks thinning under the relentless assault.
Greg perched atop one of the demons’ towering structures, his aura a palpable force that warped the air around him.
He conserved his energy, watching the battlefield with detached interest.
"You two finally showed up," he said casually, not bothering to stand. "I was beginning to wonder if you were both just scared of me."
"Arrogant human," one snarled, voice dripping with venom.
"Too many victories of late have gotten into your head. You now think yourself invincible." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
"Actually, I am invincible," Greg replied evenly, rising to his feet at last.
Heaven Defier remained firm in his grasp, its blade humming faintly.
With a composed expression, calm as still waters, he locked eyes on the two demon lords who had sought him out.
