Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 99 - : MASSACRE
Cumba watched Nemesis beating up the orc leader one-sidedly and felt his blood go cold. He felt fear and regret for his dumb decision of betraying Nemesis. Cumba prayed for the death of Nemesis, as he didn't want to face the wrath of the man he had deceived.
Nemesis continued slashing the orc leader, who couldn't even block a single attack—Nemesis' speed was too fast for him to counter.
"Kik, prey is strong... prey is predator," the orc leader muttered before dying, his HP bottoming out.
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Two superior-grade pieces of equipment dropped as loot, and Nemesis stored them in his inventory.
[Congratulations! You have killed a level 49 demon orc leader]
[Exp gained]
Nemesis turned to face the remaining orcs after killing their leader.
"So, will you all bow? Or would you rather die?" Nemesis asked, his killing intent choking and outrageous, threatening to engulf the entire settlement.
The demon orcs, however, weren't even fazed. Instead, they felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through their bodies.
"Kik, he is a good fighter, he is mine, he is mine!" an orc screamed. Brandishing his club, he ran toward Nemesis.
"Kik, he is mine!" another added, joining the charge. Soon, a large number of orcs rushed at Nemesis, preparing to rip him apart in battle.
"Hah, I guess I need to show them more brutality to tame them," Nemesis muttered. Holding Heaven's Defier more tightly, he ran towards the horde of orcs, cleaving through them like an experienced butcher.
Cumba, the spectator, watched Nemesis' brilliance unfold. But instead of being awed, he felt only terror. For every demon orc that fell, Cumba's heart tightened even more.
Covered in the blood of orcs, Nemesis kept killing and killing, cutting and cutting, zeroing the HPs of his enemies. His aura grew more intimidating. The most perplexing thing to the orcs? Not a single one of their attacks had landed on Nemesis. The man remained completely fine and spotless—not even a scratch.
"Kik, fighter is too strong, we can't defeat him," a smart orc declared, backing away from the fight. Others soon followed, until almost every orc had stopped fighting.
Orcs weren't stupid. They knew when to enjoy a battle and when to retreat from a massacre. And this scene—countless goblin corpses littering the ground—was a clear massacre. They had no chance against the monster standing before them.
"Kik, fighter is too strong. The god of massacre and battle!"
"Kik, god of massacre and battle!"
The orcs left standing began to cheer and praise Nemesis. Revenge for their dead members? That wasn't the orc way. They worshiped the strong and disdained the weak.
"I see you have all come to your senses," Nemesis said. "Now, I will say it again—bow and worship me and live. Fail to comply, and meet the same fate as your dead comrades. Your choice."
His bloodlust and killing intent radiated from him in full force, making the scene all the more terrifying. With so many corpses around him and green blood covering his body, Nemesis truly looked like the god of massacre.
Cumba had already wet himself twice from watching the battle.
"We will worship the god of massacre!" the remaining demon orcs chorused, falling to their knees.
A pleased smile crossed Nemesis' face, his bloodlust vanishing as if it had never been there.
"Good," he said.
[Congratulations! 90 orcs have taken you as their god!]
[You have gained 18 divinity points!]
"So an orc gives 0.2 divinity points, huh? Much better than the goblins. They literally gave twice as much," Nemesis muttered to himself.
[Congratulations! You have gained more than 50 divinity points. You have unlocked a new skill. Check your status window to discover the skill.]
Pleased, Nemesis decided to check his status window.
User: Nemesis
Title: God of Dragons and Sea Creatures
Job: N/A
Level: 58 (6,600,000/7,000,000 EXP)
Health: 120,000
Strength: 297+
Speed: 286+
Stamina: 312
Intelligence: 169
Constitution: 323
Divinity: 58
Free Attribute Points: 80
Talent:
EX rank – 100% dodge rate
EX rank – God of Wealth
S rank – Talent Share
Primordial Dragon Bloodline
Primordial Sea Dragon Bloodline
New Skill: [Exp Generator]
Exp Generator - You gain experience when you gain followers, and 10% of the total experience of followers is transferred to you.
Nemesis was pleased with his new skill. He had been deliberating on how to level up quickly since the more followers he converted, the fewer creatures he could kill.
His stats had received a monstrous boost, thanks to Heaven's Defier's 10% probability stat-plunder effect.
He had fought over a hundred orcs and had been lucky in plundering the stats of four demon orcs, along with some stray demonic creatures he had killed while staying in the demon goblin village.
Now, Nemesis was finally confident in facing Kyle. The demonization was no longer a concern for him. But he didn't want to fight Kyle in the game world, where he could simply resurrect. No, Nemesis wanted to kill Kyle in the real world—where he would never live again. His final revenge.
However, his stats were halved when transitioning to the real world. Though he felt that a few more days of preparation would be enough, the real obstacle was Kyle's whereabouts, which he couldn't track down.
Kyle was smart. After realizing that Nemesis' talent also worked in real life—thanks to the now-dead demon knight—he had avoided direct confrontation like the plague.
Instead, Kyle changed his approach, targeting those around Nemesis. That was why he was pressuring world leaders to find Kyle's hideout.
Will George had nearly pulled his hair out countless times, relying on the favors he had earned over the years to manipulate satellite scans. Without his interference, their location would have been exposed long ago.
It was a race against time for Nemesis. He had to get to Kyle before Kyle could locate their hideout. He refused to let the people he had formed bonds with die because of his enmity with Kyle.
Meanwhile, Cumba had been trying to sneak away. Seeing that Nemesis was distracted, he decided to run as far as he could from the man he had betrayed.
But before he could get far—
"And where do you think you're going?"
Nemesis' voice was ice cold.
Cumba froze, accepting the death that had been creeping toward him all along.
