Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener

"Where did this force come from? This power seems to be stronger than most divine-level forces, doesn’t it?"

This thought reverberated in the minds of all the gods. Even if you combined the forces of Orichalcum and the Ashen Temple, it still wouldn’t come close to this overwhelming power.

The most critical factor was that this power alone was enough to pose a fatal threat to the high-level divine authorities present. It was even possible that all of them could end up trapped here.

And it seemed that this force was still growing. The spatial light gate in front of Sterl continued to expand.

A mighty and pure Law Power, belonging only to high-level divine authorities, surged fiercely out from within.

"Anyone who offends my lord shall be punished, no matter how far away they are!"

A furious voice rang out, and the next moment, a pillar of light, condensed from Law and Divine Power, sped toward the God of Frost.

The pillar of light was pitch-black, filled with the rage of flame and the venomous corrosion of decay. It was unmistakably the flames of decay from Hell, a unique hybrid Law!

And the one who commanded this Law, and had brought it to the level of a true high-level divine authority, was none other than one of the eight Hell Lords, the powerful being second only to Kun—Lord Keri, the Seventh Lord of Hell!

The God of Frost’s pupils contracted slightly. He could feel an eerie and terrifying aura emanating from the pillar of light.

While most of the Hell-based high-level divine authorities were mere imitations, the eight Lords were the real deal—genuine high-level divine authorities. Furthermore, their power was enough to place them among the top ranks of high-level divine authorities.

After all, these were the most powerful beings birthed from Hell itself. Even if they were just there to back up the scene, their strength wouldn’t be insignificant.

The God of Frost dared not hesitate. He hastily gathered Divine Power to resist, and his Frost power collided with the flames of decay. While he managed to neutralize the attack, the sudden engagement still made him grunt in discomfort, suffering a considerable setback.

Shortly after, Keri’s form slowly emerged from the spatial light gate of the small world, coldly eyeing the other high-level divine authorities nearby with a hostile gaze.

Then came the second Lord, the third Lord...

The battlefield suddenly fell silent, as quiet as death. Whether it was the high-level divine authorities from Orichalcum and the Ashen Temple or the weaker Divine Power beings, all of them widened their eyes, trembling as they stared at the light gate.

Even the ordinary soldiers at the very bottom of the battlefield halted their movements. Though they didn’t know what had just transpired above, the tension in the air was palpable.

But the soldiers’ strength was no less than legendary, and their instincts as legendary beings kept them constantly alert.

Moreover, the aura emitted by the Lords felt like the impending doom of the world itself; even a fool could sense that something was wrong.

"My Lord, the legion is assembled. Your will shall be our guiding light in this campaign."

Kun, the strongest being from Hell, appointed by Sterl as the commander of the legion, emerged and bowed to Sterl in respect.

A pure, thick aura of evil spread from him, mingling with his towering, muscular physique and the vertical mark on his forehead—a mark formed by the concentrated malicious thoughts from Hell itself. He looked like a demonic god who had just stepped out of the inferno.

Even just his presence made the high-level divine authorities from Orichalcum and the Ashen Temple feel an immense pressure.

This monster was incredibly strong—perhaps even too strong. In a one-on-one fight, he might be more than a match for the dragon-type god from Orichalcum.

But none of this was what truly terrified them. What shook them to their core was the fact that this so-called Sterl, a being from Earth’s human race, had managed to command such a powerful creature. If he could subdue someone like Kun, how strong was he himself?

As they thought about this, all of them felt a sense of unease. The battlefield had shifted so dramatically, so quickly, that it had left them utterly stunned and somewhat in a state of shock.

Diana, who was in Sterl’s embrace, was also stunned, frozen as if struck by a petrification spell. Her face was filled with astonishment as she stared at the scene unfolding before her.

She had been a god for many years and was even a member of Orichalcum’s divine ranks, so she had witnessed many grand events.

But the spectacle before her was unlike anything she had ever seen or heard of. Even in godly wars, one wouldn’t witness such a gathering of divine beings!

A mighty army of 110,000 demigods, nearly 500 beings of weak Divine Power, around 50 pseudo high-level divine authorities, and eight immensely powerful high-level divine authorities—it was an unimaginable, world-shaking lineup!

It took a long moment before Diana could pull herself out of the shock and confusion that had engulfed her. As she looked at the imposing, dignified, and regal man before her, a complex mix of emotions filled her eyes.

She had once believed she knew him well, but now, as Sterl revealed his true identity and strength, it was as if a thick mist had descended, shrouding him in mystery.

This left her with an uncomfortable sense of unease, the kind that comes from facing the unknown.

At that moment, a large hand gently rested on her head, and a warm sensation spread through her.

"Don’t overthink it. Everything will be over soon," Sterl spoke softly, sensing the turmoil within Diana’s heart. He smiled faintly, offering her a calm reassurance. Find adventures at NovelBin.Côm

Looking at the legion before him, all bowing in deference, a surge of unparalleled pride welled up in Sterl’s chest!

Having struggled in Hell for so long, facing danger time and time again, he had finally risen above it all and was now on the verge of changing the world.

Compared to the first time he faced Orichalcum and the Ashen Temple, the feeling now... was exhilarating!

Gazing down at the eyes that surrounded him from all directions, Sterl reveled in the moment, sweeping his gaze arrogantly over the battlefield.

"To expel the invaders, one must first stabilize the internal situation," he muttered to himself. The great calamity was drawing near, and a chaotic and complicated force would only make the situation even more dangerous. Thus… the entire [Transcendence] could only have one voice, and that voice was destined to be mine."

The battle had raged long enough, and now it was time for it to come to an end.

Slowly, he raised his hand and pointed at the gods before him.

"Those who follow me will prosper; those who oppose me will perish."

As the words left his mouth, the 110,000 demigod army let out a thunderous roar, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

"Bow! Bow! Bow!!!"

The voices, filled with Law Power, reverberated across the entire battlefield, shaking the very space and causing ripples to surge outward.

The gods from Orichalcum and the Ashen Temple looked horrified.

They had made numerous preparations, but they never could have predicted such an absurd turn of events. Now, surrounded by this terrifying legion, they were left feeling utterly helpless.

"You know what you’re doing, don’t you?"

The dragon-type god from Orichalcum spoke in a dark tone, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at the eight Lords behind Sterl.

"Do you really think these rabble will make us submit? You’re out of your mind! Orichalcum has several powerful gods guarding it. Those who dare challenge us will only find one end—death!"

"Hmph! Retreat now, and we will pretend none of this ever happened. Otherwise… the mighty gods of the Ashen Temple will act, and none of you will escape!"

An upper-level divine authority from the Ashen Temple also shouted, his voice brimming with threat.

Sterl was slightly taken aback, a look of surprise crossing his face for a moment, though it quickly gave way to understanding.

These gods, always so lofty and self-assured—did they not realize that it was his power that was now stronger?

No, they knew it all too well. But their accumulated arrogance and pride over the years wouldn’t allow them to bend to Sterl.

"Foolish," Sterl sneered, his face full of contempt. To speak such grandiose words in the face of death—this was nothing but a joke.

The so-called threats, before they manifested into tangible power, were no different from the nonsensical ramblings of a child.

Sterl had no interest in debating with them. His goal was not to make them submit but to sweep across everything with an unstoppable momentum! He aimed to become the sole ruler of this world!

"Bold words! All troops, obey my command—crush them!"

Kun’s eyes narrowed as a murderous intent surged within him. After submitting to Sterl’s power, his admiration for strength had made him one of Sterl’s most ardent supporters. In Kun’s eyes, these gods weren’t even worth his time—mere trash.

And how dare these trash even think of challenging his master? It was nothing short of an insult, and it must be washed away with blood!

With a single command, the terrifying legion sprang into action!

The full power of the 110,000 demigods erupted. Various chaotic Law Powers immediately locked down the battlefield, trapping the space itself. Not even the ordinary gods could move freely, and even the upper-tier divine authorities would have a hard time breaking through this barrier.

Then, nearly five hundred Divine Powers charged straight toward the gods of Orichalcum and the Ashen Temple, roaring like a tidal wave!

This was the way of battle for the hellish beings. They rarely relied on formations or props. They fought with their own bodies and sheer force—simple, brutal, yet incredibly effective.

In an instant, the gods of Orichalcum and the Ashen Temple were overwhelmed by an unprecedented onslaught of death!

Some gods, exhausted or gravely injured, were instantly killed on the spot.

Of course, death was only a rare outcome. The majority of them were crippled, stripped of all their ability to resist.

This was Sterl’s deliberate order. These gods held significant value to him, whether to be used in refining soul power or as followers. So, even if they were to die, they would die by his hands, not anyone else’s.

After issuing the command, Kun immediately charged toward the dragon-type god of Orichalcum and one of the higher-ranked gods of the Ashen Temple.

These two were the ones who had threatened Sterl earlier, and they had already made it to his kill list. There was no way he would let them go.

The dragon-type god and the divine authority from the Ashen Temple, though reluctant, could only grit their teeth and engage in combat with Kun.