Chaos Warlord: Reincarnated in Eldrich with the Devil System!

Then, with a flick of his finger, Val commenced the onslaught, which he also presided over.

Whoosh!

Like a flock of lethal birds of prey, the blood bullets shot forward, each guided by Val's unwavering will.

The Greyhounds, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, found themselves devoid of any opportunity to react. A soft whistling cut through the forest's ambience as the bullets closed in on their targets. Then, with a deadly elegance, the bullets drilled through the back of their heads, tunneling with merciless efficiency.

Puchi!

A sickening squelch echoed through the clearing as each bullet emerged from the front of the greyhounds' heads, carrying with it a grisly rain of blood and brain matter. The grisly projectiles plopped onto the forest floor, leaving a disturbing and gut-wrenching trail in their wake.

Thud!

The Greyhounds dropped like marionettes with severed strings, their bodies thudding against the ground with a finality that echoed in the clearing, their once lively eyes now glazed over with the finality of death.

[Ding! Congratulation, Host! You've killed a pack of low-level Greyhounds. You've earned +10 experience points!]

A smirk danced on Val's lips as the system notification echoed in his ears.

The outskirts of the Evernight Forest were vast, segmented into several regions, each presenting its unique challenges.

Greyhounds, known for their remarkable size and resilient hides, were the apex predators of the region bordering the Devil's Throat.

For an average beginner-stage bloodline user, defeating these beasts would pose a significant challenge.

But Val managed to effortlessly crush these formidable beasts as if they were mere insects in his path.

It was not surprising.

After all, their perceived advantage was laughably insignificant before his might.

His stats and bloodline skills were beyond the power that can be mustered by a level 3 bloodline user. It would not be wrong to compare him to intermediate-stage bloodline users.

Thus, a pack that could only pose a challenge to a level 1 to 3 bloodline user was bound to be effortlessly decimated by him

Val walked over to the scene of the carnage and cast his Blood Absorption skill on the carcasses lying before him.

As a result, the blood of the fallen Greyhounds was drawn into him and used to restore his health bar.

[Your HP has been restored to 10 points. Your injuries have healed!]

"Good," he smirked, relishing in his renewed vitality.

All traces of the severe injuries he had sustained from the tribulation were gone; not even a scar remained.

He was as good as new, his skin soft and smooth like a baby's.

"The last thing I need to do before I set out for the Northern Frontier is take revenge."

As he was going to hunt an Eldritch tonight, he proceeded to put 1 point in reflexes and another in stamina.

[Your Reflexes have increased to 21 points!]

[Your Stamina has increased to 21 points!]

Satisfied with his attribute upgrades, Val left the clearing and began making his way through the surrounding forest.

Unbeknownst to him, a mysterious figure was silently observing him from a perch on a nearby tree.

This person had striking green eyes and smooth white skin. He was dressed in an immaculate white tuxedo with a matching white glove. A blue tie adorned his attire, and his overall appearance exuded a sense of splendor.

An entity emerged from the shadow of the man, which was cast on the tree trunk.

"Pray tell, my lord, what is it about that boy that has captured your attention?"

The shadowy entity had a single eye that was two times bigger than the eye of a human and two tiny hands, each with two digits—an elongated thumb and a finger. As it spoke to the man, a mouth with pearly white teeth materialized.

"He is no ordinary individual," Lucious responded, his gaze fixed on Val. "He bears not just one, but two distinct bloodlines flowing within him. The purity of one can be traced back to the esteemed White Devil lineage, but the other remains an enigma even to me."

Curiosity piqued, the shadowy entity inquired further. "So, there are things even you are unaware of?"

Lord Lucious scratched his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Indeed. But it rarely happens. I believe he may be the child of prophecy."

"What prophecy, precisely?" Intrigued, the shadowy entity pressed for details.

Lord Lucious took a moment to gather his thoughts before elaborating, his voice laced with a mixture of fascination and uncertainty. "According to an ancient prophecy, a child would be born between day and night, carrying within them the essence of two bloodlines. This child, neither fully human nor devil, would embody the traits of both in a single vessel. If this child were to follow the righteous path, they would become a savior for us Northerners, aiding us in overcoming the brutal winter that befalls our land."

A spark of curiosity danced in the shadowy entity's eye as it questioned. "And what if this child deviates from the righteous path, my lord?"

Lord Lucious's expression turned somber as he continued. "In the event that the child succumbs to darkness and strays from the righteous path, they would become the most formidable weapon of the devils, known as the Lord of the Devils. They would become the Aka of the Durcal Empire. In such a scenario, it would be our duty to not allow them to grow and put an end to their existence."

The shadowy entity nodded in understanding, its form rippling with an eerie energy. "An extraordinary fate indeed, my lord. But tell me, why do you believe this boy to be the one from the prophecy among others with dual bloodlines?"

Lord Lucious paused, his gaze fixed on Val's departing figure, before responding with a mixture of certainty and intrigue. "There is a peculiar aspect to this child's growth. Reports suggest that despite awakening his powers only recently, he has already achieved the strength of a level 4 bloodline user. Such rapid development is unprecedented. Have you ever witnessed such a phenomenon, my friend?"

The shadowy entity pondered the question, its form undulating in contemplation. "No, my lord, I cannot recall encountering such a prodigious individual before. It appears the child's potential knows no bounds. But what does that have to do with him being the child of prophecy?"

Lord Lucious explained, "The prophecy states that the child's growth will be explosive after the age of 16. His rate of advancement has been nothing short of spectacular. It leads me to believe that he is the child of prophecy."

"My lord, I have heard whispers that this child will be dispatched to the northern frontier by the end of May," the shadowy creature shared after a moment.

Lord Lucious's eyes widened, realization dawning upon him. "Ah, it is merely a day away! And our destination is the same as him Wouldn't it be interesting to keep an eye on him?"