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

At the entrance to the Land of Silent Spirits, all the rescued Nightmare Elites stood quietly, guarding the area.

The Colossal War Beast Barbatos loomed in the air, its massive, yellowed vertical pupil occasionally staring at the surrounding Nightmare Elites, its eyes filled with a hunger as if it were contemplating whether their flesh was tasty.

However, each time it thought like this, Walker and Wood, standing at the front, would turn their gaze toward it, as if warning it. If it dared to make a move, the ten Grand Marshals and the Commander of the Royal Guard would undoubtedly join forces to slaughter it.

It had been nearly half a month since Sterl entered the Land of Silent Spirits.

Yet, the Nightmare Beings did not show signs of impatience or anxiety. They had been trapped for so long. A mere few days, compared to forty thousand years of sealing, felt like just a fleeting second. They could afford to wait.

At that moment, a Gateway of Dreams appeared before the black vortex, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Especially Walker and the other nine Grand Marshals.

They weren't fools. They understood the truth behind the seal. The conflict between the War Demon and the Nightmare Overlord had already reached an irreconcilable point.

Moreover, they knew Nightmare Overlord all too well—powerful, cruel, domineering, and stubborn, with a simple mind but an overwhelming pride.

Once the War Demon unsealed Nightmare Overlord, the latter would undoubtedly strike decisively to eliminate all potential threats.

So now, it all depended on the abilities of this mysterious impersonator.

If the War Demon emerged from the Gateway of Dreams, everything would remain calm. But if it was Nightmare Overlord, they would have to consider other options. If both came out together, Walker and the other nine Grand Marshals would immediately join forces to kill them without hesitation.

It wasn't just them—other Nightmare Elites, including Commander of the Royal Guard Wood, would act the same.

To become one of the power holders in the Nightmare Legion, they weren't fools like Nightmare Overlord, who was all brawn and no brains.

Under the watchful gaze of thousands of eyes, a battle boot stepped out from the Gateway of Dreams. Sterl walked out, holding a broken piece of armor in his hand.

He then raised the shard of armor high, calmly looking at the ten Grand Marshals and Commander Wood standing before him.

Walker and the others stared intently at the broken armor. It was a piece of heart armor, designed to protect the most vulnerable part of the body: the heart.

And the owner of this armor fragment, they would never forget. It was unmistakably a piece of armor from the Nightmare Overlord himself!

Since the heart armor had appeared in Sterl's hand, the fate of Nightmare Overlord was now evident.

"I will awaken the Ancient Tree of the Abyssal Prison, and the opportunity to break the seal is near," Sterl declared.

At these words, the entire room fell silent. In Walker's hollow eye sockets, the two flames of soul flickered violently.

He then slowly lowered his head and knelt on one knee before Sterl.

"Congratulations, great Nightmare Overlord, Lord War Demon. Under your leadership, the Land of Nightmares will rise again!" he proclaimed.

At the same time as Walker, Commander Wood of the Royal Guard also knelt.

The remaining Grand Marshals, seeing the two of them, followed suit and knelt down as well. At this point, they had been trapped for so long that they no longer cared who was actually Nightmare Overlord. What mattered to them now was who could lead them out of this cursed prison!

One by one, the ten Grand Marshals and Commander Wood submitted. Without hesitation, a hundred Royal Guard soldiers immediately followed, kneeling before Sterl.

Seeing this, more and more Nightmare Elites chose to submit. Before long, thousands of powerful beings, even the weakest among them with strength reaching the lower limit of upper-tier divine authority, knelt in a dense, dark mass.

In the air, the Colossal War Beast Barbatos instinctively flew behind Sterl, lowering its proud head and wings.

Sterl walked step by step along the wings and sat down on the crystal throne that formed atop Barbatos' head.

Then, with a slight shift of his mind, the War Soul Resonance arcane skill was instantly activated.

In an instant!

An invisible wave of power enveloped everyone. In that moment, all of them could clearly sense that their potential was gradually being activated. The silence and distortion in their hearts rapidly boiled up, and the awakened power within them surged, allowing them to unleash even faster and more frantic charges!

As they felt this familiar power, all the Nightmare Elites raised their heads, gazing at the figure above Barbatos' head, their eyes filled with fervent emotion.

They knew, the former War Demon had returned!

What was different now was that this War Demon was also the Nightmare Overlord—the only hope for all Nightmare Beings!

Meanwhile, Walker, Wood, and the other high-ranking officers were filled with astonishment. This surge of power, they would never forget—it was undeniably the War Soul Resonance arcane skill unique to War Demon!

Moreover, the intensity of War Soul Resonance in them now was even stronger than when War Demon had used it in the past!

For a moment, their hearts churned with intense emotions. Any prior doubts and concerns were swept away.

Perhaps this newly crowned Nightmare Overlord could truly lead them to reclaim their former glory and make the wretched Dream Spirit Empire pay a painful price!

Sitting on the crystal throne, Sterl's eyes gradually grew deeper. From the perspective of his soul, he could see that his goal had been achieved.

At the very least, the identity of War Demon was now completely secured. In fact, he had even replaced the identity of Nightmare Overlord.

However, this identity no longer held much significance. After tens of thousands of years of continuous suppression and attacks by the Dream Spirit Empire, the entire Land of Nightmares was likely left with only the weak, the old, and the sick.

Only the recently freed Nightmare Elites still had enough strength to put up a decent fight.

But it didn't matter to him. He had already inherited the identity of War Demon, and accepting the identity of Nightmare Overlord wasn't a big deal.

After all, in the eyes of the Dream Spirit Empire, War Demon was the greatest threat. For him, having an additional identity would only solidify his position further once he returned to the Land of Nightmares.

"Let's go, follow me, and leave the Abyssal Prison," Sterl said.

With those words, Barbatos let out a mighty roar, and all the Nightmare Elites responded with deafening shrieks and cheers.

Under his lead, a group of terrifyingly powerful Nightmare Beings passed through the Abyssal Prison gate, which had been opened by Dream Power, and made their way directly to the fourth level of the Abyssal Prison.

They then arrived at the third level.

At that moment, the Nightmare Beings who had been freed from the second level, under the guidance of Ghost Old Man, had already rescued the remaining Nightmare Beings on the third level.

However, now, these once-feared strong beings were huddled in corners with looks of sheer terror, too afraid to even look at Sterl and his group.

Especially Ghost Old Man, who had once slaughtered an entire small city. Now, he was trembling uncontrollably, his mind in utter chaos.

The earlier release of War Demon had already made him question his understanding of everything, but he never imagined that War Demon would release all the monsters sealed in the deepest parts of the Abyssal Prison!

Feeling the twisted and maddened gazes of these monsters, the overwhelming sense of horror left Ghost Old Man shivering with dread.

"Walker, if you devour these beings, how much of your strength would you recover?" Sterl asked.

Hearing this, Walker's black hole-like eyes scanned the room, and a trace of greed flickered within them.

Having been trapped for tens of thousands of years, he had almost forgotten the taste of such fresh, delicious flesh and blood.

"Your Majesty, the life force of these beings would be enough to restore us all to at least seventy percent of our original power," Walker replied.

"Seventy percent..." Sterl's eyes narrowed slightly. Now that he had awakened the Ancient Tree of the Abyssal Prison, the news of War Demon's release and disappearance should have already spread. It wouldn't be long before the Dream Spirit Empire sent powerful figures to investigate.

When that happened, it would be their opportunity to escape from Eternal Light.

From the available information, it appeared that the exit to the Eternal Light World was likely very close to the capital of the Dream Spirit Empire.

Once they escaped, they would certainly face a siege by the Dream Spirit Empire. Therefore, Sterl needed enough power to force his way out.

Originally, he had planned to subjugate the Nightmare Beings trapped in the Abyssal Prison, including Ghost Old Man and the others. This would increase his forces to over ten thousand, which would activate the core effect of War Soul Resonance, triggering War Soul Awakening.

However, he soon realized that War Soul Awakening could only be effective on soldier units. For the leaders and generals, even those at the highest tiers of divine authority, the effect was minimal.

After all, with the immense power of War Soul Awakening, if it could truly enhance leaders, generals, or even lords and marshals, it would be far too overpowered.

Especially the Grand Marshals, whose power was at the lower limit of a mighty deity's strength. Even with the boost, their combat abilities might surpass that of their commander!

Thus, even if he activated War Soul Awakening, it wouldn't provide a significant boost to them. In this case, it would be better to devour these Nightmare Beings to restore their exhausted vitality.

Compared to the former, the latter option would allow for greater combat potential once they broke through into the Eternal Light World.

After a brief consideration, Sterl made his decision.

With the power of War Rhythm, his will was instantly transmitted to all the Nightmare Elites. In the next moment, a twisted aura of greed and brutality began to brew within this level of the Abyssal Prison.

All the Nightmare Elites turned their gaze to the Nightmare Beings huddled in the corners, their eyes filled with bloodlust.

"No, no! Lord of War! I am still of use! I can serve you, I can help you ascend the mountain of knives and descend into the sea of fire! Please, Lord of War, spare my life!"

Ghost Old Man was the first to react. He immediately knelt toward Sterl and begged for mercy with all his might.

However, a massive shadow descended from above. Trembling, Ghost Old Man looked up, only to meet the gaping abyssal fangs of Barbatos!

At the same time, nearly five thousand Nightmare Elites surged forward like starving demons, pouncing on the nearest living beings.