Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 195 - : DEMON WAVE VII

Aaron stared at the scene before him in shock. He couldn't wrap his mind around the sight before him. Just one being had caused so much destruction, reducing the entire demon army to ashes—and from the way the being carried himself, it was clear the task hadn't even been difficult. That was beyond Aaron's understanding.

The being looked down at the devastation he had wrought—the burnt and ashen remains of demons—with visible disgust, a gleaming sword in his hand. He had two radiant white wings, flowing blond hair, and wore pristine white battle armor that radiated divinity. His face bore a detached and aloof expression as he gazed calmly at the scorched earth below.

"They are still as disgusting and irritating as always. Just the mere sight of demons fills me with rage," the being said, his voice sweet and melodious, laced with a strange charm.

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[Congratulations! You have completed the event!]

[Calibrating contribution!]

[Waiting for others to finish the event before totaling]

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The system prompt passed over Aaron like a grain of salt. The only thing he could focus on was the monster before him—he couldn't take his eyes off him, nor could he think of anything else.

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MINUTES EARLIER...

"Your Grace, the messenger is about to descend," a priest informed the Oracle.

"Good. I must go and pay my respects as well," the Oracle said, moving frantically, afraid that his absence might anger the divine being.

The Oracle, along with the bishops and priests still within the temple, waited expectantly for the celestial. This would be the first time any of them had seen a being from the celestial realm. As devout worshippers, they were all eager and elated, their hearts pounding with anticipation.

After some time, the sky split open, a radiant light brighter than the sun flooding the temple. From the brilliant glow emerged a majestic figure—two white wings, shining white warrior armor, long blond hair, and a sheathed sword strapped to his waist.

"Divine being, thank you for gracing us with your presence," the bishop said, bowing his head in reverence. The other priests followed suit. Only the Oracle did not bow his head. He paid his respects, but not like the others. As the representative of the celestials, he could not lower himself completely.

The celestial messenger slowly descended, his gaze sweeping over the priests and bishops with arrogance and cold indifference. He looked at them the way one would look at ants.

"The demons that dare invade this world and violate the agreement—where are they?" he asked. Though the question was directed at no one in particular, he still expected an answer—after all, he believed even ants should feel honored to speak to him.

"They are attacking every kingdom across this continent, Your Grace," the Oracle replied quickly.

"Hmm. Take me to the kingdom with the fewest and weakest demons. I'll save the strongest for last, after destroying the minions," the messenger said.

"Yes, Your Grace. I will take you there at once. Prepare the golden carriage!" the Oracle ordered.

"Carriage?" the messenger repeated with disdain. "I will not stoop so low as to share a seat with your race, lest I taint myself."

He pointed toward a random priest. "You. Come forward," he said calmly.

The priest approached with trembling steps. The messenger moved closer and placed his palm on the priest's forehead, forcefully invading his mind. The priest screamed in agony, his brain overwhelmed and damaged beyond repair. He collapsed, lifeless.

The messenger didn't spare him a second glance. To him, the priest had simply been a fortunate ant—useful, for a moment.

Now equipped with knowledge of demon distributions and kingdom locations, the messenger rose into the sky and vanished in a blur of divine speed.

"What now, Your Grace?" the bishop in charge of prayers asked quietly.

"Let the priests rest. They must be tired from the many prayers," the Oracle said. "I will head toward the Grey Empire to witness how he decimates the arrogant demon leader."

He left the holy grounds, retrieving a teleportation scroll and vanishing in a flash of magic.

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Meanwhile, Lilith and Aaron were engaged in combat against the invading demons. This was the fourth wave. Unlike the situation in the Grey Empire, King Edmund's knights were fighting beside them, with celestial knights aiding the Frey as well.

Lilith had summoned Cerberus and Petrifier. Her summons were wreaking havoc across the battlefield. Cerberus roared flames from its three heads, smashing demon knights or simply devouring them whole. Petrifier sat perched on Lilith's shoulder, glaring at the demons. Its gaze turned them to stone in an instant. Lilith, driven by the thrill, occasionally shattered the petrified demons herself.

Aaron, meanwhile, led his guild with tactical precision. His observation skill allowed him to quickly identify the demons' weaknesses, which he relayed to his teammates for swift execution. While he occasionally joined the fray directly, he mostly played the role of strategist. His sharp mind and flawless coordination earned praise—even from the kingdom's own battle strategist.

Lilith fought with wild joy. She didn't care that she was fighting against her former race—on the contrary, it excited her. Each swing, each kill, was fueled by her hatred toward the demon god who had sealed her power. That memory ignited her fury, driving her deeper into the battle.

A demon knight tried to swing his sword at her, but a massive claw from Cerberus smashed the demon, breaking its bones. Petrifier's next stare turned the demon into stone, ending its life. Lilith turned to seek her next prey—but suddenly froze.

A heavy, dark premonition washed over her like ice.

[Warning! Warning!

The messenger of a rival to your race is approaching the battlefield!

Leave now before he appears!]

The system's alert echoed in her mind. Her eyes widened in shock. The arch-rival of her race—the celestials—it had to be one of them. A messenger. Her expression darkened.

She had once slain celestial messengers… but that was in the past, when she had possessed all her strength. Now, she was still weak.

"I have to get out of here," she thought, her mind racing.