Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 256: ORIGIN WAR II

The Celestial King and his celestials had narrowly escaped Rebecca's strike, surviving by the thinnest margin. Not everyone was as fortunate—or fast. Some had been caught in the deadly blast, their lives snuffed out in an instant.

The Celestial King gazed upon the aftermath, his expression marked by mild surprise. The sheer lethality of Rebecca's attack—and the vast radius it covered—was far greater than he had anticipated, especially for something she had unleashed so casually.

Thousands of soldiers from the allied races had perished in that single blow. Although the majority were from the minor races, it did nothing to lessen the overwhelming impression her power left behind.

Seconds after the devastation, several beings were teleported into the territory of the Celestial King—among them, the Demon King himself.

"I hope we're not late to the party," the Demon King said, his eyes locking immediately onto Rebecca.

"Well, as you can see," the Celestial King replied with a faint smile, "you've arrived at a good time."

Rebecca stared at the new arrivals, her expression unmoved and impassive. Numbers did not faze her. In her long history of battle, armies had always made the same mistake—thinking numbers would make a difference. All they had ever achieved was giving her more corpses to raise.

"Which of you took my mother?" Rebecca asked, her piercing gaze flicking between the Demon King and the Celestial King.

"Does it matter?" the Demon King replied coolly. "In the end, one side dies, and the other lives."

"True," Rebecca said, her tone suddenly lightening. "But knowing the culprit helps me decide who gets to suffer more. Then again…" She paused, a chilling smile slowly spreading across her face. "You both deserve the same amount of pain."

"Creep," a random human muttered under his breath.

In the very next instant, dark flames engulfed him completely. Those who stood near him were likewise caught in the eruption, their flesh seared by Rebecca's fury—a swift and brutal reminder of what a single word could cost.

Behind Rebecca, the Dragon King appeared silently. The proud gleam that once lit his golden eyes was now gone. In its place was a hollow, haunting abyss—a reflection of what he had become.

"You must have faith in your numbers," Rebecca said, her voice calm and certain. "It's a shame, really. Because I have my warriors too."

A massive black hole tore open in the space behind her, its vortex howling with unnatural force. From within emerged beings of unimaginable power—dragons of ancient lineage, titans whose very steps cracked the earth, and entities that didn't belong to this universe at all.

Nineteen masked figures followed, each one adorned with a unique dark mask, some jagged and monstrous, others smooth and eerie. Their sizes and forms varied, but all emanated an overwhelming presence.

The Celestial King and the Demon King both frowned.

They weren't alone—everyone in the alliance bore grave expressions as they watched the endless tide pour out of the black hole behind Rebecca. None had seen her fight before. They had speculated about her abilities, theorized and strategized. But not one of them had predicted this: her own army.

"It seems this is going to be a long one, friend," the Demon King chuckled softly, casting a glance toward the Celestial King.

The Celestial King met his gaze with a calm smile, unshaken. Despite the surprise, neither of them showed an ounce of fear. That was the nature of truly powerful beings—no matter the odds, they never faltered, never broke.

Twenty masked beings stood behind Rebecca like silent reapers, unmoving. They did not descend to the battlefield. Instead, thousands of unmasked dark puppets surged forward, engaging the allied forces in full-scale war.

A chorus of destruction erupted.

Dark elemental breath rained down from the sky, carving deep trenches into the battlefield and setting entire formations ablaze. Titans stomped the ground with immense force, crushing rows of enemies into mangled flesh.

Each of Rebecca's attacks was laced with a dark aura—an insidious energy that clung to corpses and reanimated them as mindless puppets, turning friend against friend.

But the allied forces weren't entirely overwhelmed. Despite the chaos, a few warriors stood out as pillars amidst the storm.

Grey, one of the alliance's finest fighters, moved like a ghost through the battlefield. With his sword in hand and self-taught techniques, he cut down enemies with terrifying efficiency. His movements were fluid, like water flowing through cracks.

Swinging his blade in a vertical arc, he unleashed his first technique: Annihilation Strike. Dozens fell in a single blow. He was already moving to the next wave before the first collapsed, never wasting a breath or a step. He fought with clean, surgical precision—an artist painting death.

Another was the Celestial of War—one of the original celestials, born directly from the will of the Celestial King. His presence was electric. .

He was a master of every weapon and a conjurer of them all. Long-range? Expect a headshot. Close quarters? Expect to be disarmed, dismembered, and destroyed.

Materializing four arrows at once, he nocked them and loosed them in a single fluid motion—four enemies fell. As a sneak attack came from behind, he tilted his head casually to the side, letting the blade pass, and then twisted with a dancer's grace, plunging a dagger into the attacker's eye. The blade exited the back of the skull with a sickening hiss.

Without pause, he summoned a spear. Using it as a pivot, he launched himself into the air to dodge a low sweeping strike. While airborne, he double-kicked the enemy away and, levitating, hurled the spear like a javelin—impaling the foe midair.

Where Grey's fighting style was smooth and elegant, the Celestial of War fought with a wild, untamed rhythm. His movements were impossible to predict—chaotic, spontaneous, mesmerizing. Watching him was like watching a storm dance.

Then there were the Demon Lords.

Each a central figure in the theater of war. Ruthless, cunning, and brimming with destructive power, they carved paths of carnage through Rebecca's forces, asserting their dominance with every blow.