Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener - Chapter 590

Chapter 590: Chapter 590: The Vortex Spirals Out of Control! The Unstoppable Destruction!
“If this is all they have, it won’t be enough to stop the power of the Black Hole Vortex.”

Sterl watched as the gods and soldiers desperately resisted, shaking his head slightly. Although he didn’t know exactly how powerful the vortex’s attraction was, he was very familiar with the terrifying descriptions of Black Holes from his previous life.

A true Black Hole almost never disappears. Instead, it endlessly devours all matter, growing its mass larger and larger, warping space and time, and eventually consuming the entire universe!

Of course, the Pseudo-black hole he had created only contained a fragment of the Black Hole’s essence. With his limited control over Dream Power, it was impossible for him to create a real Black Hole.

But even this small fragment of the concept still held limitless potential. At the very least, there were no signs that the Black Hole Vortex was on the verge of collapsing.

In this way, the trump cards of the Orichalcum Kingdom’s forces would eventually run out. But the power of the Black Hole Vortex wouldn’t diminish—instead, it would only grow stronger!

With this dynamic, if no unforeseen changes occurred, the Orichalcum Kingdom’s destruction seemed inevitable.

The God of Runes looked horrified. He was well aware of the issue, but at this point, he had no solution. All he could do was try to contact the Upper Realms for help.

However, the gravitational pull of this Black Hole Vortex was far worse than he had anticipated. The surrounding space-time had become a chaotic mess, and even he couldn’t establish contact with the Upper Realms.

Suddenly, a crisp cracking sound echoed from nearby. The God of Runes froze for a moment before his expression changed drastically.

Before his eyes, the formation’s surface suddenly cracked open, a deep and menacing fissure forming. As the terrifying attraction from the outside world intensified, the crack deepened and spread, and through it, the pull from the vortex was becoming palpable!

“Damn it!”

A chill ran down the God of Runes’ spine. He immediately created several recovery and protection talismans, placing them over the fissure. But even with his status as a high-tier deity, he couldn’t heal the crack. All he could do was slow the spreading of the rupture, barely holding it back.

At the same time, several agonizing screams echoed from outside, and as they did, the protective formation created by the Ashen Temple completely shattered. Nearly all the demigods and even gods—Boris included—felt their Divine Power and Divine Authority collapse. They were instantly caught by the overwhelming pull, rapidly being drawn toward the apocalyptic vortex!

Even the Silver Moon Wolf God was powerless against such a force—how could these ordinary gods and demigods, now stripped of their protection, hope to resist?

In a single instant, the remaining forces of the Ashen side were shredded into nothingness, and their presence vanished completely.

Eterna, Morette, and the others stood frozen, staring at the empty Ashen camp. It was as though their spirits had plunged into an endless abyss.

Although the enemy was completely annihilated, they couldn’t shake the feeling of unease, as if they were witnessing the inevitable end of something.

Because… if this continued, their turn would come next. They wouldn’t last much longer. The fate that awaited them would undoubtedly mirror Boris and the others—their bodies would be torn apart, crushed into countless fragments, like ants being obliterated.

“Thank goodness I acted quickly. I almost lost everything.”

At the core of the vortex, Sterl said to himself with a sigh of relief. His focus had been on the King’s City, and he hadn’t noticed that Boris and the others had reached their limits.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, he had activated the residual follower marks from inside the bodies of the God of Werewolves, Goddess of Seduction, and the other seven gods. He then pulled Boris and the other nine gods into his small world.

If he had been even a second slower, it would have been too late. His hidden gods and followers would have been consumed by the Black Hole Vortex.

Especially the Goddess of Seduction—if she had been lost like this, it would have been a tremendous waste.

As for the remaining twenty gods and hundreds of demigods, Sterl was powerless to help. The vortex’s gravitational pull was now too strong and was escalating far too quickly. He simply didn’t have the time to intervene.

In the blink of an eye, the twenty weak Divine Power gods and the hundreds of demigods were all shredded to pieces right before his eyes. They didn’t even have time to scream—they died without a trace, without any chance to resist.

However, Sterl, adhering to his principle of making use of everything, absorbed the souls of the gods and demigods into the Soul Devourer Sphere, quickly refining them.

The backlash from refining the souls of these twenty gods wasn’t as severe as the Silver Moon Wolf God’s, but it was close. Fortunately, after the intense backlash from the Silver Moon Wolf God, Sterl’s ability to adapt had improved significantly.

It didn’t take long before he had harvested another two hundred points of high-tier soul power. The souls refined from the hundreds of ordinary gods were enough to repair the damage to his own soul.

Once all this was done, Sterl turned his attention back toward the Orichalcum Kingdom’s King’s City. He paused for a moment, his expression faltering.

What he saw left him momentarily stunned.

The area around the King’s City was now eerily empty. The entire land seemed to have been ripped away, revealing the rocky layers beneath, as if some massive beast had come and swallowed the earth whole.

Moreover, the once-flat battlefield had become unrecognizably horrific. The entire ground had sunk by over a thousand meters, and all the surrounding mountains and vegetation had vanished without a trace.

The vast King’s City now appeared as if it stood in the middle of a desolate, lifeless wasteland—its presence suffocating and eerie, invoking a sense of dread and terror.

As for the Black Hole Vortex before him, it had expanded by over ten thousand times due to the accumulation of countless materials. Its gravitational pull grew ever more terrifying, akin to the Devourer of All Things Sterl had encountered during the Hall of Valor trials.

However, compared to the Devourer of All Things, the power of this Black Hole was far more horrifying, completely quashing any thought of resistance.

What terrified Sterl even more was the faint sensation that the once-stable structure of the Black Hole Vortex was slowly beginning to unravel.

There was no doubt in his mind that, with the limited Dream Power he had, he could never create a true Black Hole. Given that, the flawed structure he had created was bound to collapse sooner or later.

After accumulating vast amounts of matter, this Pseudo-black Hole seemed to be approaching its limits. If it truly exploded, all the materials it had swallowed would likely be ejected in a violent eruption!

A chill ran down Sterl’s spine as he hesitated to even imagine the scale of such a disaster. It was likely that the entire King’s City would be torn into fragments by the force of what could only be described as a cosmic storm.

“No, perhaps the King’s City won’t even last until the Black Hole collapses…” Sterl breathed in deeply, beginning to doubt whether the creation he had unleashed was truly a boon or a curse. Yet, once the bow is drawn, there’s no turning back. There was no opportunity for regret now.

The formation covering the King’s City trembled violently, more and more cracks spreading across it in every direction. The once-golden formation now resembled a massive golden spider’s web.

Inside the formation, everyone looked up in despair, their gazes fixed on the crumbling barrier above them. Their minds were a tangled mess of confusion and fear.

Even the God of Runes appeared disoriented, muttering to himself, “Am I really going to die here?”

An absurd look crossed his face. How many times had he mocked the notion that a weak Divine Power god, in their final moments, could unleash enough power to take down two higher gods? If someone had told him that such a thing was possible, he would have had them restrained and slapped across the face repeatedly.

But now, this absurd scenario was slowly becoming a horrifying reality, and he found himself lost in confusion, unable to discern whether this was all a delusion or truly happening.

However, the cracks in the formation continued to spread, and the sense of impending death sent a wild, primal surge of fear through God of Runes’s mind. Every cell in his body screamed for survival, yet he saw no hope in sight.

Bang!!

Suddenly, the formation shattered with a deafening roar!

In that instant, the legends and demigods atop the King’s City didn’t even have time to think—they were immediately swept up by the gravitational pull and torn into the terrifying vortex.

Only the gods had a brief moment to react. They desperately used every trick they had, relying on the residual strength of the formation before it collapsed to withstand the crushing force for just a second longer.

In that crucial moment, God of Runes pulled a golden flag, engraved with mysterious divine runes, from the fabric of space. Atop the flag, an angry, screaming face seemed to come alive.

As soon as the flag was raised, a brilliant golden light enveloped the King’s City once again. The gods who had been on the brink of being sucked into the vortex finally received a brief respite.

“Impressive. No wonder Orichalcum’s divine forces have existed for so long—so many trump cards…” Sterl couldn’t help but praise. He had almost been certain that Orichalcum’s forces were about to be wiped out, but God of Runes still had something up his sleeve!

He wasn’t sure what level of artifact this flag represented, but the radiant golden shield it cast held firm against the Black Hole Vortex’s pull, standing defiant and unwavering.

However, seeing God of Runes’s face still filled with despair, Sterl realized the truth—this flag was only a temporary measure. It was likely some kind of special, powerful artifact, but it could only last for a short time.

And indeed, the truth was as Sterl suspected. This flag, the Flag of Glory, had been brought down from the upper realms. God of Runes had originally planned to use it as a countermeasure against Ashen Temple’s forces, ensuring victory without fail. But he never imagined he would face such an overwhelming catastrophe.

The Flag of Glory could only maintain its protection for one minute. Once that minute passed, when the flag’s power was exhausted, the Kingdom of Orichalcum would be annihilated.

The Black Hole Vortex spun violently, its consumed matter being compressed within. Each compression increased the strength of the vortex’s gravitational pull, while the overall structure became more unstable and dangerous.

Sterl estimated that if the Black Hole Vortex truly exploded, the resulting force might not destroy the entire world, but it would come dangerously close.

Time ticked on, and the agonizing wait for death began to wear on God of Runes. He almost couldn’t hold back from burning his Divine Authority, attempting to break free from the gravitational pull.

But just as he was about to take that desperate step, an unexpected change occurred!