Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 255: FLAMES OF WAR

"I believe we all know the reason for this meeting," the Celestial King said calmly, tapping his fingers lightly on the obsidian table. His gaze moved slowly across the gathered leaders, calm yet piercing, his golden eyes reflecting ancient wisdom and unshaken authority.

As planned, the Celestial King and Demon King had organized a grand conference. Every remaining clan leader, or more accurately, the replacements for those slain by Rebecca, sat in attendance. Thanks to her, the table was filled with fresh faces—new rulers thrust into power by tragedy and bloodshed.

No one in the hall dared to speak over the Celestial King. Everyone knew exactly why they had been summoned. A threat beyond comprehension had returned—a relic of a bygone era, a fury that refused to stay buried. Rebecca.

Her name alone carried weight, dread, and hatred. Her rampage had already claimed too many. The Celestial King had twisted the narrative skillfully: a ghost of the past, awakened and now wreaking havoc. He had fanned the flames of rage and vengeance, especially among the clans whose leaders had fallen at her hands.

Everyone nodded solemnly, their faces grim and focused. They listened intently.

"Then today's matter shouldn't be difficult to resolve," the Celestial King continued. "I want every one of you to mobilize all able fighters from your clans. We will unite under a single banner. We will strike together and crush her. Do not underestimate her, my friends—doing so has already led to the extinction of two powerful races and the deaths of numerous clan leaders."

His eyes sharpened, his calm tone now laced with steel. "This is a threat we must not allow to grow further."

"Damn humans," an orc chief growled suddenly, spitting on the floor. His crimson eyes locked with the human king's. "Always a thorn in our side."

The human king narrowed his eyes, clearly insulted. "What are you implying?" ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Their gazes clashed, brimming with animosity. It was clear the tension had not faded between certain races, despite the larger threat looming over them.

"Enough." The Celestial King's voice cut through the tension like a blade. "This is not the time to quarrel amongst ourselves. The girl is not under human control. She is not even one of them—not anymore. She's from the darkest period of our history."

The room went quiet again. No one dared challenge the Celestial King's words.

The meeting proceeded. Discussions flowed about formations, battle strategies, and roles in the coming war. Many opinions were raised, but the manipulative guidance of both the Celestial King and the Demon King kept the course steady. They subtly steered the decisions in their favor, ensuring their own races bore the least burden while hiding their deeper intentions from the alliance.

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A week had passed since the great conference. Every race had honored the call. The allied army was formed—an overwhelming force numbering in the hundreds of millions. The dwarves, masters of innovation, had constructed instant-link teleportation devices. Each soldier carried one. The moment Rebecca revealed herself, a single press would summon reinforcements from every corner of the world in seconds.

The Celestial King smiled, content. Everything was going according to plan. His trap was ready. Victory seemed assured.

But Rebecca was no fool.

She had watched from the shadows, fully aware of the alliance forming against her. And yet, she allowed it to happen. She let them group together, let them think they had the upper hand. Every leader that sided with the Celestial and Demon Kings had already been marked—names engraved on her list of death.

Lying on a serene meadow, her body relaxed yet brimming with dark power, Rebecca slowly opened her eyes. The time had come.

A door of darkness materialized in front of her—black and writhing like a portal into the abyss.

Without hesitation, she stepped through it.

Her destination: the Celestial territory.

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Meanwhile...

The Celestial King ensured everything was in order. Being a perfectionist—and with his life on the line—he left no room for error.

Standing behind him was Grey, the half-celestial son born from the union between the Celestial King and King Alfred's kidnapped queen. Grey had become one of the king's most trusted aides, his strength frightening even among the highest tiers of celestial blood.

Despite his young age, Grey's rapid growth had catapulted him to match the strength of third-generation celestials, making him both an object of awe and envy. His existence, and those of others like him, had been one of the sparks that ignited the ancient war.

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"My king!" a celestial scout soared into the royal chamber, landing hastily. "She's here!"

The Celestial King smiled.

"Well then, let us welcome our enemy," he said smoothly. This was perfect. Rebecca had chosen to strike in one of the two most expansive territories—his or the Demon King's. There would be plenty of space for the full allied force to engage. Had she chosen a confined area, they would have ignored her until she moved again. But now? The trap could be sprung.

Rebecca stood alone before the grand palace gates, her gaze cold and unflinching as she looked up at the towering Celestial King.

"I thought you'd hide behind your soldiers," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "Or perhaps you'd try to talk me down again with your fake compassion, like you did with the others."

The Celestial King descended slowly, a radiant figure crowned with divine brilliance, his face smooth and youthful, untouched by time. Clad in pristine white robes, he radiated holy power.

"You've crossed the line," he said. "You are beyond mercy."

Rebecca laughed—not in amusement, but in pure fury.

"You're right. I have crossed the line. I learned that from you," she said, her smile fading. "But I'm not the one who begs for mercy. I'm the one who decides who gets it."

Her voice turned sharp as steel. "Know your place, dear Celestial King."

She rose into the air, her body wrapped in a swirling mass of darkness. Her sword materialized in her hand—an ancient blade pulsating with malevolent law.

And then, without warning, she swung.

A massive tide of darkness erupted from her blade, covering the sky like a living eclipse. The energy rushed toward the soldiers below—too fast for them to react.

The darkness consumed the light from their eyes, devoured their senses, and rendered their minds blank. No fear. No pain. No thoughts.

Only silence.

Death came for them like a whisper in the dark.