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

In an instant, the vast battlefield turned eerily strange.

Once bitter enemies—Orichalcum Kingdom and the Ashen Temple—who had been engaged in a deadly feud for countless years, suddenly joined forces to resist the Scourge Legion brought by Sterl from Hell.

However, even with the two factions combining their strength, they were pushed back step by step by this terrifying army.

Just looking at the numbers, the Legion of Hell outnumbered the combined forces of Orichalcum Kingdom and the Ashen Temple by several times!

Moreover, Sterl had intentionally waited until both divine-level factions had exhausted their resources—using almost all of their hidden trump cards—before he chose to strike.

This meant that without those hidden cards and powerful artifacts, facing an army that was not only numerically superior but also at full strength, it was no surprise that they were being overwhelmed.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a sharp, blood-curdling roar echoed across the battlefield.

Sterl turned his gaze toward the sound and saw Kun’s body expanding rapidly, growing several times in size, transforming into a massive giant standing ten meters tall.

Though still small compared to the hundred-meter-long dragon god, Kun exuded a malevolent aura, a nearly tangible essence of evil that wrapped around him.

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Not only that, but countless shadowy, ghost-like entities crawled across his body’s surface, adding to his terrifying presence. In terms of momentum, he was even more fearsome than the gigantic dragon god.

Kun was currently riding on the back of the dragon god, gripping one of its wings with both hands and pulling with all his might. With his other hand, he conjured a spear, charged with the formidable power of evil spirits, to counter the attacks of the Ashen Temple’s upper-tier divine authority.

Despite the dragon god struggling desperately, surrounded by scorching dragon flames, Kun ignored them completely. The Evil Spirit Armor that had formed around him perfectly shielded him from the flames.

In the next moment, accompanied by an even more agonizing shriek, there was a sickening slit as the connection between the dragon god’s wing and its back was violently torn open. A grotesque bloodstain appeared, and a torrent of golden blood spilled out, falling to the ground and forming a river of blood.

This was the blood of an upper-tier divine authority. To ordinary beings, their blood was something beyond imagination—a treasure of immeasurable worth.

Just a single drop of such blood could form a small pond, enough to obliterate any third-class creature or below.

Of course, if someone could collect this dragon blood and refine it, purifying it, they might be able to inherit a trace of the dragon god’s bloodline, gaining immensely powerful talents and undergoing a total transformation.

Soon, Kun tore the dragon wing off with brute force, a cruel grin spreading across his face. The evil spirits coiling around his body went wild, greedily surging forward. Under the horrified and enraged gaze of the dragon god, they quickly tore into the wing and devoured it.

His dragon wing... was eaten!

This scene caused all the gods to flinch, their eyelids twitching. Even the dragon god’s heart filled with a trace of terror.

Sterl watched the scene with a bemused expression, clearly entertained by the spectacle.

"It seems these followers aren’t as useless as I thought," he muttered.

A smile curled on his lips as he observed Kun fighting two opponents, not only holding his own but gaining the upper hand, even with a hint of a potential complete victory. Sterl was thoroughly satisfied.

As for Kun’s brutality, that was something he had anticipated. The fear and reverence the other seven lords had for him were a clear sign of his nature.

After all, Kun had been guarding the final layer of Hell for years, enduring the relentless onslaught of evil energy. He had become the very embodiment of Hell’s malevolent will. Though Kun’s will was strong enough to withstand these influences, even gaining great power from it, his personality had inevitably been shaped by it.

But he didn’t care. His brutality was reserved for enemies. As long as his strength was overwhelming enough, even the most savage of followers would become obedient hunting dogs before him.

"See that?" Sterl said, lowering his head to look at the woman in his arms. "This is my power. From now on, this world will bend to me, and you will witness it with me."

Diana, still in a dazed state, could not fully process what was happening, especially seeing the gods falling one after another, and the upper-tier divine authorities struggling. The shock had been immense.

Yet, inexplicably, she didn’t feel fear. Instead, a strange sense of exhilaration coursed through her, especially as she saw those upper-tier divine authorities from the higher realms being pushed to the brink of defeat by Sterl’s forces.

Sensing Diana’s emotions, Sterl’s smile grew more ferocious. This was the allure of power. No one could resist it—not even the gods. Watching these once exalted beings kneel before him was intoxicating.

The battle progressed swiftly. With the onslaught of 110,000 demigods and nearly 500 hellish divine beings, there was almost no resistance left.

In just ten minutes after the battle began, the legendary army and demigod-level experts from the Orichalcum Kingdom and Ashen Temple were completely overwhelmed, with only a small fraction of the most desperate fighters being executed.

Most of the soldiers and gods, after witnessing the vast gap in strength, lost all will to fight or resist. Especially after seeing the Legion of Hell not taking any prisoners, many simply chose to surrender.

Soon, the once vast battlefield was left with only twelve high-ranking divine authorities from the Orichalcum Kingdom and Ashen Temple still struggling.

Kun faced two opponents, while the other seven lords each dealt with one. The remaining three high-ranking divine authorities were surrounded by forty-nine pseudo-high-ranking divine authorities, who relentlessly drained their power.

Although these were only pseudo-high-ranking divine authorities, the overwhelming disparity in numbers—ten times their own—had already neutralized the strength gap. These three high-ranking divine authorities were effectively trapped, unable to break free, like fish caught in a barrel.

"We can’t keep going like this! If this continues, we will all die here!" one of the surrounded high-ranking divine authorities said urgently, casting a look toward the other eight battlefields.

Compared to them, the situation for those gods tangled with the lords was even more dangerous. As Lords of Hell, the eight most powerful beings from Hell, their methods and trump cards were no less impressive than those of the ancient gods from the main world. In fact, their strength was often more potent and unpredictable.

A single careless move could lead to severe consequences.

Especially for the two gods facing Kun. One of the dragon-type gods had already lost the last of his dragon wings, almost reduced to a wingless lizard. The other wasn’t much better, wounded and scarred from the rampaging evil spirits controlled and empowered by Kun.

Additionally, there were occasional disruptions from other Hellish gods, who gathered their power to harass them. When these weaker Divine Power-level beings numbered fifty, they could pose a significant threat.

Considering all this, they were actually quite fortunate. At least for the time being, they didn’t have to worry about their lives being at risk.

But this situation couldn’t continue. Faced with the siege of forty-nine pseudo-high-ranking divine authorities, it was only a matter of time before they were worn down and killed. They had to find a way out.

"We have no choice but to fight back. I’ve already investigated their origins—this entire force comes from Hell!" one of them said.

"Hell? Damn it! The trash from Hell should have been crushed by the will of [Transcendence] the moment they appeared!"

"Are all of you gods from the Orichalcum Kingdom this naive? If even you and I can break through the boundaries of the lower realm and descend here, let alone these Hellish beasts!"

The Ashen Temple god couldn’t help but shout in anger.

The other two gods quickly understood the situation. With the upcoming great calamity, the fusion of the lower realm was accelerating. As the space and Laws of the lower realm strengthened, the restrictions on the worlds would only weaken further. Therefore, it wasn’t strange to see Hellish beings appear in the main world.

"Even so, there’s no way they could show up in such numbers. Has Hell sent out everything it has?"

"Something’s wrong. The problem lies with that Sterl!"

The three high-ranking divine authorities soon realized the root cause. The entire Hell seemed to have come out, and it was most likely because of the one who called himself Sterl.

"Perhaps... I’ve found a way to break through."

The God of Ice and Frost said with a low voice, his eyes filled with a strong killing intent as he looked at Sterl.

"I had the same thought. I don’t sense any higher-level Law power from him. Perhaps... he’s just a puppet."

"Exactly, I feel a strange fluctuation from him. It’s a power that connects all the Hellish creatures. He must be the medium."

"Take him down, and these Hellish scum shouldn’t be able to stay here anymore!"

"Since that’s the case... Let’s cooperate for once."

The three high-ranking divine authorities communicated at lightning speed, exchanging thousands of pieces of information in the blink of an eye.

Soon, they reached the same conclusion: take down Sterl!

"Prepare yourselves. I can’t hold out much longer. These scum are really troublesome."

The God of Ice and Frost took a deep breath, his eyes quickly enveloped in a layer of ice, while his aura surged greatly.

"I’m ready too. I’ve got an artifact here that contains a hint of higher-level Space Law. These quasi..."

Another god from the Orichalcum Kingdom spoke up. As for the third, he remained silent, slowly drawing out a pitch-black dagger covered in cracks.

This dagger was an Ancient One artifact obtained in the Void Ruins. Although it was severely damaged, it could still be used a couple more times.

Within this Ancient One artifact was an extremely potent toxin. Even a high-ranking divine authority would meet a dead end if this poison invaded their body!