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

Almost all of the survivors let out terrified cries, each one gazing at Sterl floating in midair as though they had encountered some indescribable demon. Their faces twisted in abject fear as they fled in all directions, desperately trying to escape.

This wasn't a sign that they had regained their clarity of mind. On the contrary, it was a natural, instinctive reaction born from the terror that had been seared into their very bones.

The dozens of meteors that had fallen from the sky, along with the boundless sea of flames, had shattered their will to fight. This fear would follow them forever, an indelible mark in their hearts.

Watching the soldiers scatter in all directions, hearing the terrifying sounds echoing in the air, Sterl couldn't help but shake his head, a look of bemusement appearing on his face. "Am I really that scary?"

He sighed and didn't chase after them. The souls inside the Soul Devourer Sphere hadn't been fully refined yet, and most of the hunting had already been completed. As for the remaining tens of thousands of soldiers, he couldn't be bothered to waste his time on them.

Moreover, under the effects of Starlight Spray, while these people had miraculously survived, they were still shaken by the aftermath. What surprised Sterl was that even just the faintest ripple from that explosion left a mark of his followers on these remaining soldiers.

This meant that, if he so desired, with just a thought, these tens of thousands of soldiers could become his most loyal servants.

It also made Sterl realize a particular trait of the Blood of the Ancient One. The likelihood and difficulty of leaving a followers mark was directly tied to his combat strength. The greater the difference in their strength, the more likely the followers mark would take effect, or conversely, the less likely it would be.

For example, if he were to fight a powerful Divine Power being, even if that being stood still and allowed him to strike repeatedly, it would be impossible to leave a followers mark. However, for these second-class and third-class cannon fodder, even a mere flicker of residual energy from his attacks could easily leave a followers mark.

That said, even though he could take control of this remaining cannon fodder army, it wasn't of much use to him. After all, their strength was so low that they were almost indistinguishable from ordinary mortals in the face of a true divine being. They were little more than ants—just slightly bigger or smaller ants, at best.

Without the advantage in numbers and the cohesion of formations, they were completely useless. Of course, for now, he could keep this group around and use them whenever needed. Moreover, the soul power in the Soul Devourer Sphere could potentially enhance these ordinary cannon fodder. Though it was still unclear how much of an improvement that would provide, if the enhancement was significant, perhaps these cannon fodder could still be of some use.

He then slowly looked upward. The moment his gaze shifted, countless gods froze, their eyes wide with terror, all of them hastily averting their gaze. Even the gods of Orichalcum felt the same way—it's as if they had seen a plague god. Not only did they dare not provoke him, but they didn't even want to attract his attention.

This power of his was terrifying to the point of being horrifying!

Especially Boris. On the surface, he wore an expression of wariness, but deep inside, he was profoundly relieved, with a tinge of fear and even a bit of excitement.

It was a good thing that he had aligned himself with the master; otherwise, his fate would likely have been no different from that of these cannon fodder ants. He might have lasted a little longer, but in the end, he would have died just as quickly, just as mercilessly.

At the same time, Boris thought to himself, Considering the master's terrifying strength, his future potential is limitless. If I stay by his side as one of the first followers, my contributions will surely be recognized, and I'll be rewarded handsomely! When he really thought about it, staying in Orichalcum was nothing compared to this. The opportunities here, and the future ahead, were much brighter and stronger.

Not long after, the souls inside the Soul Devourer Sphere were nearly completely refined. Sterl checked his soul power reserves, and to his surprise, they had already reached over 58,000 points!

With this much soul power, if he infused it into himself, he would experience a massive boost. Even if he didn't complete a legendary story or level up in the short term, his strength would expand rapidly.

However, at this moment, the bad premonition in Sterl's mind grew stronger. It was obvious that the three battlefronts involving Ashen and Orichalcum had already been completely crushed by him, and even if he refrained from making another move, the Ashen temple, having lost its balance, would inevitably continue to crumble and eventually fall.

Thus, the upper realms would undoubtedly intervene. Not only would they need to eliminate this greatest variable, but they would also have to turn the tides of the unbalanced battle. In other words, his time was running out.

"Continue!"

A cold gleam flashed in his eyes. Close to 60,000 soul power reserves might seem like a lot, but he wasn't sure if it would be enough to carry out his plan. However, one thing was certain: the more soul power, the better!

Whether it was used to enhance himself, build his army, or strengthen his subordinates, the more, the better. Not only that, but the Soul Devourer Sphere had another ability: it could consolidate all the soul power and release the most powerful attack!

But just how strong that attack would be, he couldn't say for sure. However, it would at least be an incredible trump card. The key was that such an opportunity was rare. It wouldn't be easy to encounter a scene like this again, where so many juicy targets were gathered in one place.

He slowly turned his head, focusing his gaze on the second battlefield below—the position where the Orichalcum legion and the Ashen Legendary Army were locked in a standoff.

However, neither of the two legions were continuing their exchange of attacks. Instead, they had both shifted their attention toward him. There was no choice—Sterl had put such immense pressure on them that they felt like they were dealing with an unrestrained, insane high-ranking god.

When they saw Sterl's gaze fixated on them, every legendary figure and demigod in the Ashen Legendary Army flinched in unison, their hearts pounding. It was as though they had been locked onto by an unstoppable predator.

Boris, too, tensed slightly. He was one of the commanders in the Legendary Army, overseeing everything. Just as he had suspected, Sterl had indeed decided to make a move against the Legendary Army. Though he was one of Sterl's subordinates, from what he had seen in the past, this master didn't care about his well-being. If luck wasn't on his side, there was a real possibility that he would be swatted away like a fly.

"We're done for! That demon has locked onto us!"

"What... what do we do now?"

"I don't want to end up like those cannon fodder, reduced to ash by meteors!"

"Run! We have to escape now! I don't want to die like this!"

"We're not those trash cannon fodder! If we all scatter, he can't kill all of us!"

The legion was in chaos. These legends and demigods were completely lacking in fighting spirit. If a mere single move from Sterl could annihilate millions of soldiers, and if five gods had already fallen to him, they had completely lost any confidence or desire to face Sterl.

It wasn't just them; even the other nine gods who were in charge of maintaining the formation core were beginning to waver. They hesitated, wondering if they should escape as well in hopes of finding even a sliver of survival.

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Boris's expression darkened. If these people all ran, wouldn't it ruin the master's plans? If the master's plan failed, and they took out their frustrations on him…

A vivid image flashed through his mind—the one where he would be chained to a meteor, crashing down into the earth, smashing into the ground with immense force. Even if he didn't die, he would be left with only half his life remaining, at best.

"Calm down! Everyone, stay calm!"

Boris released his Divine Power aura and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, "Those are just cannon fodder. We could do the same with ease! What does killing a few cannon fodder even matter? As long as our formation stays intact, we are invincible!"

"This Hades, no matter what, is just an ordinary god. He could never break the formation that's been forged by 100,000 legends and demigods, along with ten gods! On the contrary… anyone who dares to flee will not only die more miserably, but even if they're lucky enough to survive, the temple will hold them accountable and hunt them down until they're dead!"

His expression turned dark, his tone ominous, "Rather than running, it's better to fight him head-on. Who knows, we might still have a chance to survive. Of course, if anyone wants to run, I wouldn't mind helping them leave right now."

As soon as he said this, the agitated legion calmed down considerably. Facing Boris's threat, no one dared ignore it. After all, although Boris wasn't as monstrous as Hades, he was still a god, and casually erasing dozens, even hundreds of legends and demigods was nothing to him.

Furthermore, upon careful consideration, Boris's words made sense. It was very likely that Hades wielded the power of space. In that case, even if they scattered and fled, they might be picked off one by one. It would be better to stand their ground and rely on the strength of the formation to fight back.

Seeing that the legion had regained its composure, Boris breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the situation had stabilized. Meanwhile, a satisfied smile appeared on Sterl's face.

Boris was a useful piece on the chessboard. If it weren't for him, this plan wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

"Celestial Stars!"

With a sharp gaze, Sterl activated Celestial Stars, eager to see what this army of legends and demigods could achieve when combined with the formation.

Soon, another meteor fell from the sky. Although there was only one, the immense amount of Stardust Sterl infused into the attack made this single Celestial Star more devastating than any other.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The meteor plummeted directly toward the Legendary Army. On Boris's side, he received Sterl's message and understood the master's intent. After realizing the purpose, he immediately shouted out.

"Block it!"