God-Tier Evolution-Chapter 11: Abyss Against Blood

The five Varkas's moved like ghosts, flickering in and out of sight.

Ezra's instincts screamed—

Dodge left. Block right. Move!

But even as he swung Abyssfang, his blade cut through nothing but air.

A sharp pain tore across his side.

SLASH!

Blood splattered as a deep cut opened on his ribs.

Varkas's chilling laughter echoed around him.

"What's wrong, 'King'? Can't keep up?"

Ezra clenched his teeth.

His body burned, but he refused to fall.

If normal methods wouldn't work—

Then it was time to go beyond normal.

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Unleashing the Abyss

The whispers grew louder.

"Let us in... let us devour... we will make you strong...."

Ezra's fingers tightened around Abyssfang.

Fine.

He'd use just enough power to win.

His eyes darkened.

Abyssal energy pulsed through his veins.

His heart hammered as power exploded from within him.

Then—

Everything slowed.

The five Varkas's blurred.

Their movements—no longer invisible—became clear.

Ezra smirked.

"There you are."

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Counterattack

Varkas lunged in from the left.

Ezra moved before he did.

SLASH!

Abyssfang tore through the illusion, cutting into the real Varkas.

The Crimson King gasped.

Blood gushed from his shoulder.

"How...?"

Ezra vanished.

Reappeared behind him.

And whispered—

"You're too slow."

Then—

He swung Abyssfang.

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The Final Strike

Varkas turned just in time—

But Ezra was faster.

SPLURCH!

Abyssfang pierced through his chest.

Varkas's eyes widened.

His swords dropped.

Blood dripped from his lips as he staggered.

Ezra leaned in.

"This kingdom belongs to me now."

Varkas let out a weak laugh.

Then—

His body collapsed.

The Crimson King was dead.

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Victory and Evolution

Silence fell over the battlefield.

The Crimson Fangs—watching their leader fall—dropped their weapons in shock.

Blackthorne raised his sword.

"Their king is dead! They belong to us now!"

A deafening roar erupted from Ezra's warriors.

The battle was over.

Ezra exhaled.

Then—

A strange force surged through his body.

A notification flashed before his eyes.

> [Evolution Conditions Met.]

[Absorbing Crimson King's Power...]

Ezra's veins burned.

His muscles tightened.

His very soul trembled.

Something was changing.

Something was awakening.

He grinned.

This was only the beginning.

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The Birth of the Abyss King

A storm raged inside Ezra's body.

Power surged through his veins—wild, untamed, alive.

> [Absorbing Crimson King's Power...]

[Warning: Evolution Path Diverging...]

Ezra gritted his teeth.

His muscles tensed. His bones ached.

It felt like his very soul was being reshaped.

The whispers of the Abyss grew louder.

"More... More... You are not yet complete...."

Ezra's vision blurred.

He saw shadows stretching around him—endless, living, hungry.

He clenched his fists.

He wouldn't lose himself.

He was in control.

And he would bend this power to his will.

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A New Form

His body shifted.

> [Congratulations! Evolution Complete.]

[New Title Acquired: Abyss King.]

[New Skill Unlocked: Abyss Devourer.]

Ezra's breath steadied.

His senses were sharper. His body felt stronger.

He could feel the power of the Crimson King inside him, now fused with his own.

Abyssfang pulsed in his grip, reacting to his transformation.

Ezra smirked.

He had ascended.

And this was only the beginning.

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The Aftermath

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The battlefield was silent.

His warriors stared at him—stunned.

The Crimson Fangs knelt before him, their loyalty shifting the moment Varkas fell.

Sylvaine approached, cautious.

"You... changed."

Ezra rolled his shoulders.

"Feels like an upgrade to me."

Blackthorne laughed.

"An upgrade? You just tore through a warlord like he was nothing."

Ezra smirked.

"I did say I'd take this kingdom."

And now—

It was his.

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New Threats on the Horizon

But as the dust settled, a messenger arrived.

The rider was wounded, his armor stained with blood.

He collapsed before Ezra, gasping out words:

"Your Majesty... the Iron Lords march against us."

Ezra's eyes darkened.

So—

Another enemy.

Perfect.

He had just evolved.

And now he had a chance to test his new power.

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The Iron Lords' Declaration

The air grew heavy as the wounded messenger gasped for breath.

Ezra's eyes narrowed.

"The Iron Lords?"

The name was familiar.

A coalition of warlords, mercenaries, and exiled nobles—their armies were vast, their rule built on iron and conquest.

And now, they were marching against him.

Blackthorne snorted.

"Looks like they didn't take kindly to you wiping out the Crimson Fangs."

Ezra grinned.

"Good."

More enemies meant more power to take.

He knelt beside the messenger, who was struggling to stay conscious.

"How many?" Ezra asked.

The man swallowed hard.

"Five warlords... marching with 50,000 troops."

Sylvaine stiffened.

Blackthorne cursed under his breath.

Even for Ezra—this would be a war.

But Ezra?

He only smiled wider.

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A Challenge Worth Taking

Ezra cracked his knuckles.

"Where are they now?"

The messenger wiped blood from his lips.

"They've set up fortifications near the Ravengate Pass."

Ezra's mind raced.

The Ravengate Pass—a narrow, mountainous region that led directly into his newly claimed territory.

If the Iron Lords fortified their position, they could choke his army's movements.

He wouldn't allow it.

Sylvaine's voice was sharp.

"Fifty thousand troops? Even with our new forces, we're outnumbered three to one."

Blackthorne crossed his arms.

"We need a plan."

Ezra grinned.

"Oh, we have one."

He looked toward the dark horizon.

"We'll strike first."

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Abyss King's Strategy

Ezra stood before his war council.

Maps and battle plans lay before him, lit by flickering torchlight.

"We won't fight them in an open battle," he said.

"We'll make them bleed before they even see us."

His strategy was simple—

Sabotage their supply lines.

Strike from the shadows.

Break their morale before they can gather strength.

And then—

When the Iron Lords were weakened and desperate—

Ezra would crush them.

Blackthorne grinned.

"A war before the war. I like it."

Sylvaine's eyes gleamed.

"This could work."

Ezra smirked.

"Oh, it will."

Because he wasn't just any warlord.

He was the Abyss King.

And the Iron Lords would soon learn why.

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Shadows Before the Storm

The night was silent.

Too silent.

Ezra stood atop a rocky ridge, looking down at the Iron Lords' encampment.

Thousands of tents stretched across the valley, their campfires flickering like distant stars.

50,000 warriors.

A force powerful enough to crush most kingdoms.

But Ezra?

He didn't fear them.

He only saw opportunity.

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The First Strike

Ezra turned to Blackthorne, Sylvaine, and his most trusted warriors.

"We move in small teams."

He pointed toward the supply wagons stationed near the back of the camp.

"That's our first target."

Blackthorne smirked.

"Burn their food, break their will."

Ezra nodded.

Then his gaze hardened.

"No survivors."

Sylvaine's eyes gleamed.

The war had begun.

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Fire in the Night

The attack was swift.

Ezra's warriors moved like shadows, slipping past sentries undetected.

Then—

WHOOSH!

Flames erupted.

The Iron Lords' supply wagons exploded into fire and smoke.

Panic spread through the camp.

Screams.

Shouts.

Warriors scrambled for their weapons, but it was already too late.

Ezra's forces struck from the darkness, cutting down enemies before they even knew what was happening.

Ezra himself moved like death incarnate.

His blade sliced through armor, his Abyssal power turning each strike into a massacre.

Varkas's army had been strong—but the Iron Lords were unprepared for a warlord who fought like a demon.

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The Abyss Awakens

As Ezra fought, the whispers returned.

"More... More... FEED."

Blood splattered across his face.

And something inside him stirred.

A notification flashed.

> [New Skill Unlocked: Abyssal Reign]

[Enemies within range suffer fear and madness.]

Ezra grinned.

He took a step forward—

And the air itself grew heavy.

The Iron Lords' warriors froze.

Some fell to their knees, trembling.

Others screamed, clutching their heads as madness devoured their minds.

Blackthorne's laughter echoed through the battlefield.

"The Abyss King... is truly terrifying."

Ezra wiped blood from his blade.

"And this is only the beginning."

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The Iron Lords' Response

By the time the Iron Lords realized what had happened—

They had already lost a third of their supplies.

Their forces were shaken.

Fear crept into their ranks.

And their warlords?

They had finally begun to take Ezra seriously.

A rider arrived at the enemy's command tent, his face pale.

"Sire... it's him."

The leading warlord, a giant of a man clad in black armor, narrowed his eyes.

"The Abyss King."

He slammed his fist on the table.

"Prepare the army. We march at dawn."