Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener - Chapter 486

Chapter 486: Chapter 486: Instant Annihilation! The Terror of the Gods!
The divine radiance surged forward, directly targeting the five deities frozen in place!

It was the same Shattered Void technique, utilizing the properties of One Sword Opens the Sky.

Sterl had tested this combination many times before; deities of lower Divine Power levels rarely survived this swift set of moves. Furthermore, with his sudden assault aided by the Time Law—and its effect of obscuring the senses of these five Ashen gods—their fate had already been sealed, just like the fate of the Ashen forces when they faced the Orichalcum Nation earlier.

In truth, with his current level of power, Sterl could easily dispatch these five gods even in direct combat, though it might have required more effort.

As long as the number of deities with low Divine Power didn’t reach a critical mass, they posed no lethal threat to him. This was precisely why he had waited until now to strike. It wasn’t just about strategic timing; he was supremely confident in his own faction’s strength.

Even if only a split second remained, his mastery over the Time Law would allow him to turn the tide of battle!

Amidst the blinding, radiant glow, Sterl turned slowly, the blade in his hand formed entirely from star power. His face was a picture of calm, like the deep, unshaken waters of an ancient well. It seemed that even if the sky were to collapse, his emotions would remain unmoved.

As the power of the Time Law waned, the intense divine light behind him erupted with boundless killing intent. The five deities, ensnared within One Sword Opens the Sky, were already engulfed in this overwhelming aura.

Space itself fractured like a spider’s web, cracks spreading out before shattering piece by piece. The five deities, too, were eroded by the force of the Space Shatter, fragmenting along with the broken space around them.

At that moment, their so-called Divine Power, divine authority, and all their abilities became nothing more than a joke. Trapped by the twisting force of the Time Law and the binding strength of the Space Law, these powers meant nothing.

As for their souls? With their divine bodies obliterated by the Space Shatter, the soul was even less likely to endure. They barely had time to feel fear before losing all consciousness.

“Hmm? There’s actually one still alive?”

Sterl’s expression remained placid. He had intended to wipe out all five deities with a single strike, adopting the posture of an unassailable powerhouse and reveling in the display. Yet, unexpectedly, one had survived.

However, in such moments, the greater the surprise, the more he maintained an air of absolute calm and indifference. After all, anything less would tarnish the flawless image of strength he had cultivated.

He turned around slowly, his deep, tranquil eyes fixed on the only deity still alive in front of him—the most powerful among the five, the God of Painting and Swordsmanship.

Sterl immediately understood what had happened. As Shattered Void erupted, this god had used his dual divine authorities to forcibly pull two of the other deities in front of him, thereby shielding himself from the core attack of the One Sword Opens the Sky technique. This desperate move allowed him to barely survive.

Even so, he was gravely wounded. His soul was dimmed, and his aura flickered weakly, a far cry from the arrogance and bravado he’d displayed moments before. He now looked like a beaten, whipped stray dog.

“Wh… who are you?”

His voice trembled as he looked at Sterl, shaking uncontrollably from the pain and terror. Everything had happened far too quickly. In just an instant, if not for his dual divine authorities allowing him to drag two others as shields, he would have met the same fate as the other four, reduced to ashes on the spot.

Staring at Sterl’s unfamiliar face and aura, he recalled the victory he had already glimpsed in his mind—the grand vision of Orichalcum’s royal city falling, vast resources and wealth, even countless reserves of Divine Power and divine authority, all waiting to become their spoils.

But now, because of this mysterious deity, everything had been ruined!

Sterl’s appearance had been altered through the Facade of Vanity. To ensure absolute security, he had changed his face so thoroughly that no one, not even Rayna and Linna, would recognize him. Of course, if they happened to see “little Sterl”, that might be a different story; after all, his impressive size had long been etched into their memories, forming a shape distinctly associated with him.

Even his aura had been disguised under the Blood of the Holy Spirit. In situations like this, it was best to stay inconspicuous and meticulous.

Looking down imperiously at the God of Painting and Swordsmanship, he noted how the ongoing world fusion had steadily diminished these gods’ divinity, while their human nature was resurfacing rapidly. Even gods, it seemed, could feel fear in the face of death.

As for who he was? Sterl certainly had no intention of answering that question. A mere dying weakling had no right to question a superior being. If he answered, wouldn’t that ruin his mystique entirely? Instead, he responded with a question of his own.

“Another one of Ashen’s people… truly an eyesore.”

His calm, indifferent voice echoed through the air.

The God of Painting and Swordsmanship froze, stunned. What did this mean? Could it be that this terrifying powerhouse in front of him was actually an enemy of Ashen?

He searched his memories repeatedly, but after going over everything again and again, he couldn’t recall any instance of Ashen having an enemy of such overwhelming strength. Could it be a misunderstanding? A being of this level—even if they were an enemy—they would have tried to turn him into an ally. After all, to have someone like this targeting them would make peaceful nights of rest impossible.

Especially considering the strange power he had just witnessed—it was even more terrifying than the assassination skills of the God of Shadows. Once he struck, it was like what had happened to those four gods: they wouldn’t even know how they died.

Just as he was about to respond, he saw Sterl slowly raise his hand.

“Since you’re Ashen’s trash, then die.”

In an instant, countless brilliant energies gathered in Sterl’s hand. A powerful wave of pressure surged from his body, spreading out in all directions. Soon, a beam of light took shape—it was none other than his Iridescent-Level ability, Destructive Light!

To leave no room for error, Sterl unleashed his most potent single-target ability. The power of Destructive Light, in a way, was even more dominant than One Sword Opens the Sky. It had no additional effects, no subtleties; its only characteristic was pure destruction—destruction of everything.

“Wait!”

The God of Painting and Swordsmanship was paralyzed with fear, entirely stripped of the courage to resist. He tried to speak, desperate to stop Sterl, but in the next moment, the space around him froze again, trapping him as if he were an insect encased in amber.

Then Destructive Light roared forth, striking him directly. This time, there was no unfortunate shield to absorb the blow. The force of Destructive Light tore him to pieces, leaving only a faint Spiritual Aura drifting in the air.

Such valuable material couldn’t be wasted. The Bionic Tear, prepared in advance, quickly captured the soul of the God of Painting and Swordsmanship along with those of the other four deities, immediately refining them.

A series of brief, agonized screams echoed in the minds of everyone nearby. Then, the five powerful deities, who had nearly brought ruin to the Orichalcum Nation, became nothing more than fuel for Sterl’s Fire of Ten Thousand Souls.

Such valuable resources couldn’t be squandered. Though he lacked an arcane skill for refining souls, small contributions would gradually accumulate. The previous three deities had already provided him with some soul experience, and with the addition of these five, it was enough to raise his soul level by another notch.

“Hm? No legend points or any rewards?”

Sterl quickly understood.

He had already begun the writing of his legendary story, so until its completion, everything he did would be counted as part of that legendary tale, and all rewards would accumulate, to be granted at the story’s end.

“Killing five deities in front of so many people—this reward should be substantial, right?”

He couldn’t help but feel a bit of anticipation. This was ideal. Although he was not officially a legend yet, his ultimate combat strength had already [Transcended] the limits of the lower realm, reaching a level above minor Divine Power! Ordinary rewards no longer held any substantial value for him. It was better to have them accumulate and transform into something more significant later.

At this moment, Sterl finally turned around to take in the now utterly silent battlefield.

It might have seemed like many things had happened, but in truth, it had all ended in the blink of an eye. Even the soldiers below the legendary level could barely make sense of what had transpired. They only felt an overwhelming, unprecedentedly terrifying presence descending upon them. Then, suddenly, there was one more person in the sky, while the five deities of the Ashen forces had all mysteriously vanished!

As for Orichalcum’s remaining deity, the God of Thunder and Courage, he stood there, utterly stunned. With his dual divine authorities, he had a clear understanding of everything that had happened.

The five deities, who had rendered him utterly powerless and driven him to the brink of despair, were slaughtered by this unknown powerhouse as effortlessly as if they were mere chicks. Even the God of Painting and Swordsmanship, another dual-authority god and his equal in power, had been easily killed!

It had all happened so fast, so quickly that it almost felt like an illusion.

“Could this truly be an illusion? Perhaps those native gods, knowing my inner thoughts, have conjured this scene specifically to mock me?”

Such thoughts ran through his mind. The event felt so surreal that he began to question reality itself. Only moments ago, he had been fantasizing about a powerful being arriving to save Orichalcum from its crisis. And then, the next moment, such a savior had actually appeared!

Could it be that the fabled Great Deity had somehow heard his plea and sent this figure to rescue them?

He was completely bewildered, his mind tangled in a web of emotions. There was the relief of having escaped death, mixed with horror at the instant annihilation of the five deities, and a profound awe and fear of this unknown god.

At this point, he no longer looked anything like the god he once was.