Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 339: BATTLING AGAINST TWO PROVINCE

Greg stood at the edge of the camp, the morning light of the demonic realm filtering through thick, blood-red clouds.

The air carried the faint metallic tang of yesterday’s battles, mixed with the lingering scent of campfires and mana residue.

His group gathered around him, eyes sharp, bodies rested, ready once more.

"I hope everyone had their rest," Greg said, his voice calm but carrying the weight of command. "Because we’re moving on the next demon lord today.

The goal is to occupy two demon provinces before the day runs out."

They had spent the entire previous day recovering, replenishing mana, mending wounds both physical and magical, and letting the adrenaline of Azazel’s defeat settle into quiet confidence. No one complained. No one hesitated.

Greg opened his system interface with a subtle gesture. The translucent panel materialized before him, glowing faintly against the dim sky.

[You have defeated two demon provinces]

[From now on, you will battle two demon provinces at a time]

A slow, predatory grin tugged at the corner of Greg’s mouth.

Well, well.

Even the system seemed eager to accelerate the pace. It felt almost like encouragement, or perhaps a warning.

Undaunted, Greg scrolled through the available provinces.

He wasn’t choosing for himself alone; this was a test for the entire team.

He selected two that complemented each other in the most dangerous way possible: Greed and Gluttony.

[Select Greed province and Gluttony province?]

He accepted without hesitation.

[You have initiated a war between the Greed province and Gluttony province!]

[Unlike the previous battles, the Greed province and Gluttony province are allowed to act more freely and initiate the attack instead]

"Hmm. Guess it’s only normal for the difficulty to increase," Aaron muttered under his breath, arms crossed as he studied the notification.

Greg’s gaze swept over the group. "Get ready, all of you. This battle is going to be different from the last."

He raised one hand, dark energy swirling at his fingertips.

A rift tore open in the air, a portal to his independent space, its edges rippling like liquid shadow. One by one, his companions stepped through: Annabelle, Aaron, Kate, Chris, Lilith, Cain, Will, and the rest. Safe. Ready to be summoned when the moment demanded.

Greg remained outside.

With a powerful beat of his wings, he launched skyward, cutting through the crimson haze toward the Gluttony province. Speed was his ally now.

He intended to strike first, before they could fully organize, before their greed-soaked minds could calculate the perfect counter.

Hours passed in a blur of wind and distant thunder.

The landscape below shifted from jagged black spires to bloated, fleshy hills that pulsed faintly, as though the ground itself were digesting something alive.

The Gluttony province loomed ahead: towering walls of grotesque, organic stone, barracks that looked like gaping maws, and a central castle swollen with unnatural opulence.

Greg hovered high above it all, wings spread wide against the sky.

"Dragonification," he intoned, voice low and resonant.

His body expanded in an instant, scales erupting across his skin, limbs lengthening into massive, clawed limbs, wings stretching into vast leathery sails.

A colossal Abyssborn Primordial Dragon now filled the sky, blotting out the weak sun.

His roar shook the province below, a sound that vibrated through bone and stone alike.

He opened his jaws wide.

Abyssal dragon flames erupted in a torrent of black-violet fire, streaking downward like a falling comet.

The inferno slammed into the demon barracks with apocalyptic force.

Stone melted, metal vaporized, the entire structure vanishing in a roaring blaze that consumed light itself.

Yet Greg frowned mid-breath.

No kill notifications. No screams. No bars of health flashing red and vanishing.

The barracks had been empty.

His instincts screamed trap.

A heartbeat later, the sky around him ignited.

Projectiles, spears of cursed iron, bolts of acidic mana, arcs of devouring energy, launched from every direction except the barracks and castle.

Thousands of attacks filled the air, blotting out the horizon in a storm of death. No escape vector. No blind spot.

Greg didn’t flinch.

The onslaught passed harmlessly through him, phasing like mist through a ghost.

His absolute resolution talent had turned the barrage into nothing more than a light show. Still, the sheer coordination of it impressed him.

"Crazy bastards," he muttered, a trace of genuine surprise in his tone.

They had evacuated the obvious targets and turned the province into a kill zone. Smart. Ruthless.

Then he saw them.

Two vast armies of demons marched from opposite flanks, converging on the castle where he hovered.

One bore the bloated, insatiable sigils of Gluttony, mouths stretched unnaturally wide, bellies swollen with stolen power.

The other carried the golden chains and grasping claws of Greed, eyes gleaming with acquisitive madness.

They had abandoned their provinces to launch a unified counterstrike.

"Abandoning the province to launch a counter-attack," Greg murmured, wings beating slowly as he assessed the field. "Smart. We would have been done for if we had rushed in blind like last time."

The system’s quest-like structure had lulled them into expecting predictable defenses. This time, the demons played dirty. Real war, not scripted conquest.

It didn’t matter.

His plan remained unchanged.

Crush them. Utterly.

Still in dragon form, Greg banked sharply and dove toward the nearer army, the Gluttony legion. His jaws parted again, unleashing another torrent of Abyssal flames.

"Shield!" a guttural voice bellowed from the front ranks.

Dozens of bloated demons surged forward, mouths gaping impossibly wide.

They inhaled with violent force, sucking the flames straight into their maws.

The black fire vanished without a trace, devoured completely. The legion behind them stood untouched.

Greg’s eyes narrowed.

"Interesting."

He closed the distance in seconds, massive wings folding as he prepared another strike. This time: Abyssal Tidal Wave.

Dark waters erupted from his throat, Nyx itself, cold and hungry, roaring forward to drown souls.

The same demons stepped up again. Mouths opened. They drank. The tidal wave disappeared into their endless gullets, not a drop left to harm the ranks behind.

No large AOE would work here. Not in this form.

Greg twisted mid-air, body shrinking and reshaping in a fluid blur.

Dragon scales receded, wings folded away, until he landed in human form amid the heart of the enemy legion.

Demons surrounded him on all sides, hundreds, thousands, snarling, salivating, claws outstretched.

Heaven Defier materialized in his grip, the ego sword humming with eager malice.

Greg tightened his fingers around the hilt, feeling the weapon pulse in time with his heartbeat.

His goal was simple now.

Cause chaos. Sow disorientation. Buy time.

Then bring the others in for the kill.

He exhaled once, slow, controlled.

Then the slaughter began.