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

331  The Divine Ascension

At this moment, on the battlefield, another dazzling burst of white light descended. Sterl shook his head. "That's enough." In front of him, although there still were many demons on the battlefield, they appeared somewhat scattered. Some of the enemies had fled, while others had been directly slaughtered by Sterl. Observing the core war zone, which he had thoroughly harvested, Sterl didn't hesitate to drink another potion and soared toward the areas where the enemies were less concentrated. While he was puzzled as to why the divine beings had not yet made their move, he was intent on maximizing his kills before they did. As he left, the surviving demons and hell players felt as if they had received a reprieve. When facing other enemies, the will of Hell would control them, forcing them to lose their fear. However, when confronted with the demigod who created the radiant sphere, the will of Hell no longer suppressed the emotions of the demons and hell players, allowing them to flee. This was simply absurd! Yet… The demons and hell players were celebrating too soon. At this moment, a figure slowly emerged… He wore a peculiar patterned mask and a bright red robe draped over his back. His aura was that of a demigod, and his hand was in a strange posture, as if he were concealing something. Seeing this, the hell players and demons felt a flicker of joy. "Hey, most of the forces have retreated, and you're still here. Isn't this just an opportunity for us to vent?" "Are you aware that we've been slaughtered by that terrifying companion God and have come here to be a punching bag? Thanks!" Immediately, many demons, realizing this demigod was left behind, surged forward with great momentum, surrounded by strange glimmers, activating their chaos skills. Energy streams locked onto the demigod, leaving him with seemingly no way to evade or hide. However… This new demigod was none other than Sterl's Bionic Tear, which he used to absorb the blood-colored document. He was unable to use the Fission power—or rather, he couldn't independently wield it. This maneuver required substantial computational prowess, and only Sterl could control Bionic Tear to execute it. But it didn't have to be that complicated. Bionic Tear revealed itself because it felt sorry for these demons and hell players being left alive without being killed. So, it gradually accumulated a Flowing Water blade. Then… The blade was drawn, and it charged forward! Swish! Swish! Swish! After the flash of the blade, Following that, the full might of Flowing Water Thousand Cuts was unleashed. Since there were no powerful units left in this area when Sterl departed, Bionic Tear didn't need to unleash any ultimate moves to swiftly harvest merit! One by one, the hell players and demons horrifiedly realized they were being effortlessly sliced into pieces by this seemingly weak demigod.

If the previous guy who unleashed the radiant sphere was terrifying, the remaining demigod wasn't far behind. Although it lacked the outrageous area damage, its single-target damage was exceedingly frightening. Under the enhancement of One Sword Opens the Sky, the hell players couldn't even use their life-saving items before being brutally slain!

Immediately, the demons and hell players, who had been filled with bravado moments earlier, began to run for their lives. The excitement they had felt was now replaced by sheer agony. What terrified them even more was that this demigod seemed like an unyielding machine, relentlessly pursuing them. This was a defining characteristic of Bionic Tear; in the absence of Sterl's command, it would execute prior instructions tirelessly and without end. On the other side, Sterl swiftly arrived at the next densely packed area of demons, ignoring the players from the three major factions, and reduced the health of numerous monsters by half. Without hesitation, he unleashed a Fission-enhanced Celestial Stars. The players from the three factions initially didn't react; they only felt— "Hey? Why is it getting bright in Hell??"

The next second, their eyes widened, and their minds exploded with disbelief! In the brilliant light, the radiant sphere descended once more! It devoured everything! It consumed not only the lives of the demons and hell players but also the furious curses of countless players from the three factions, along with the merits they had anticipated pocketing. "Damn it, when will you stop?!" "I will kill you, this is too much!" "Do you think that after stealing so many monsters, the divine being will spare you when they arrive? You must die!" Unfortunately, no matter how much anger they felt, it all turned to nothing under the might of Fission. Then came the second wave, followed by the third wave of the radiant sphere! Last time in the Dream of Lalaye, Sterl had been forced to restock potions due to insufficient supplies. He had reflected on that moment; in the previous instance space, he had time to buy potions, but could he expect such opportunities every time? What if he encountered a situation where escape was impossible and needed to engage in long-term, high-intensity battles? That would be disastrous. Sterl thought to himself, considering the abundant rewards from monster farming, and since he wasn't in a hurry to upgrade his gear, he had exchanged for numerous potions to keep on hand. From slowly recovering ordinary potions to those that squeezed extra limits out of his energy, to instant recovery potions… He had it all. he could sustain full firepower for half a year!

In theory, in this situation, Sterl had not finished the potion, and he was exhausted to the point of being drained dry.

At this moment, after a continuous release of Fission, he was frantically consuming the potion, and there was no sign of slowing down in his calculations. A debuff appeared on him: [Drug Overdose: You will lose additional life force when using potions].

But Sterl didn't care; the small amount of health he lost was instantly replenished through his life force reservoir.

As a result, the battlefield quickly transformed into a one-man show. After a few rounds of bombardment, the second battlefield was nearly cleared as well.

With a perfect level of spatial Law, Sterl moved with great efficiency through Shadow Stealth, not to mention that the damage he emitted after the radiant sphere blossomed could be converted into Starlight Spray.

Amid the dazzling white light, nearly imperceptible azure threads shimmered. For those demigod-level legendary units, this mediocre passive ability didn't inflict much damage, but it left Sterl with countless Cursed Vision marks.

Sterl could launch rapid teleportation attacks, to the point that many players from the three major factions hadn't even reacted yet…

In the middle of fighting monsters, suddenly, a sun rose before them.

Then, it was gone! All gone!

Their spawned monsters transformed into merit, flowing into the hands of that mysterious demigod as loot spells.

Those luckier ones could see beams of red light shining continuously from afar like rays; they knew it was time for them to stop.

Because, in the next second, the radiant sphere would rise…

And everything would be over.

The entire battlefield had gone from hellish chaos at the beginning to a one-man performance! Other players, at first wanting to salvage the situation, gradually became numb, stopping their actions upon seeing the radiant sphere descend.

Forget it; they wouldn't get any kills anyway.

After all, Sterl's output had far surpassed the Supreme level. His role was akin to those secluded Supremes about to participate in the Valor Combatants conference.

However, those Supremes looked down on the rewards from this expansion event.

Yet, strangely, Sterl's output, boosted by Fission, was even more terrifying than those secluded Supremes, and he was still stirring up trouble on the battlefield!

Meanwhile, he lacked for nothing in terms of rewards and wanted to grab everything!

Thus, the players present could only lament their fate.

In less than ten minutes, Sterl had cleared eight battlefields.

His experience bar was overflowing.

He was definitely at level 150!

The additional twenty levels of experience were more than enough.

Sterl felt that even if the experience requirements after becoming legendary increased dramatically, finishing this expansion event might allow him to reach level 160 or higher!

And his blood force surged, reaching a whopping 190 points!

Previously, Sterl had been grinding the insect race in Dream of Lalaye for months in the chaotic time Law, barely earning a hundred points. Now, in just a short while, his gains were astronomical!

It could be said that everything aligned perfectly for him—timing, location, and opportunity. The expansion event, the backlash of Hell's Will, and the acquisition of Fission power; without any one of these elements, he wouldn't have achieved such success!

Sterl himself felt that once he finished this wave of bloodshed on the battlefield, his combat power would increase significantly. But who knew when he would have the chance to grind like this again?

Just as he was about to unleash a Celestial Stars spell, he suddenly halted. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a rare flicker of vigilance crossed his usually calm demeanor. A strange energy surged within him, and he was ready to ascend to godhood at any moment.

Then, a tremendous pressure descended from the sky!

He knew…

The gods, who had only existed in the words of various Supremes, were now descending!

Around him, a group of players from the Hall of Valor began to show expressions of wild joy.

In the sky, a figure was becoming increasingly clear. It was a deep, shadowy Divine Power that darkened a corner of the blood-red Heavenly Curtain.

The god of darkness and night—Marlon!

Countless players from the Hall of Valor had witnessed this deity in action, effortlessly trapping enemies in a sphere that symbolized endless night and shattering them. He was the hallmark of the Hall of Valor, the god of war.

Crushing that madman who was creating radiant spheres would be as easy as squashing an ant.

Following this, players from the Golden Kingdom and Ashen looked up at the two luminous points in the sky, their expressions filled with astonishment. As warriors with strong wills, legends, and demigods, they could hardly hold back their tears!

Simultaneously, players from the three major factions began shouting in unison.

"Great God, you have finally arrived!"

"Do you know how badly we've been scammed?"

"We must punish this guy severely!"

"He doesn't belong to any of our three factions and shouldn't have the right to come in and grind monsters! Execute him!"

"Kill him!"

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