Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener - Chapter 593

Chapter 593: Chapter 593: A Call for Help from Hell!
The God of Runes watched as the battle situation dramatically shifted once more, the tension in his body returning after he had just begun to relax.

Looking at the new upper-tier god of the Ashen Temple and the group of legendary soldiers, their expressions cold and indifferent, like puppets that knew only how to follow orders, his heart felt heavy.

One unexpected event after another surged within him, like a raging flame, making his emotions volatile and restless.

“What the hell is going on!?”

He forcibly suppressed his emotions, asking in a voice that almost came out as a low growl, his gaze fixed on the massive dragon that had just descended.

This dragon was also one of the upper-tier gods of the Kingdom of Orichalcum, a Dragon-type god. Its vitality was far more terrifying than that of the Silver Moon Wolf God, and it possessed many divine abilities that had evolved to the divine authority level. Its strength was extraordinary.

The dragon lowered its head and glanced at the God of Runes, whose expression was starting to crack. A look of sympathy appeared in the dragon’s eyes. It understood the chaotic events that had just unfolded in the royal city. That strange, terrifying anomaly—there had been no way to resist it, not even for him.

To see an upper-tier god, someone of such immense power, experience the despair typically reserved for mortals, was undoubtedly a bitter pill to swallow. At least, the dragon had never had to endure such a thing. Therefore, it chose not to respond to the God of Runes’ irrational state.

With a slight shift of thought, the dragon sent a wave of information directly into the God of Runes’ mind.

As Sterl had guessed, the reason they could so easily descend was indeed linked to that extreme anomaly, which had dramatically reduced the restriction of the lower realm. It would take at least several days for the balance to return to normal.

After receiving this detailed information, the God of Runes’ expression shifted slightly. From the dragon’s message, he understood that the upper realms were already gathering more power. An unprecedented battle was about to begin.

It was clear that, before the restrictions of the world were fully restored, the intensity of the battle would be extremely fierce. Moreover, he recognized the origin of the legendary army that had appeared.

This was no ordinary army—it was a Puppet army, forcibly catalyzed using the power of faith!

However, not just anyone could accomplish such a feat. Only followers who had reached the Zealot level could be directly catalyzed into high-tier legends.

Once catalyzed, these Zealots would lose their sense of self forever, becoming nothing more than tools and puppets of the gods.

But the effect of the catalysis was incredibly powerful. Even if a Zealot was just a mere mortal at the first stage of awakening, in just a few minutes, they could be expanded to the level of a high-tier Legendary!

Of course, even high-tier Legendaries were still at the lower end of the Legendary power spectrum. They might not even be able to defeat a slightly stronger mid-tier Legendary.

For gods, even those with a divine authority at the upper levels, each Zealot was extremely valuable. The power of faith they could provide was far beyond what ordinary followers could offer.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, no god would ever want to transform their Zealot into a mindless puppet.

However, these puppet legendary armies—individually unimpressive—became extraordinarily powerful when gathered into a formation.

Since these puppets were transformed from Zealots of the upper-tier gods, once they were bound into a formation, their combined power could be perfectly manipulated and controlled by the gods, essentially serving as a huge backup energy source.

Moreover, in critical moments, they could even transfer the damage taken from a divine authority to themselves, absorbing it to protect their creator.

“Ha… I understand now.”

The God of Runes let out a long sigh, the impatience in his eyes gradually fading.

The world was changing, a great calamity was imminent, and the fusion of the upper realms and lower realm was accelerating. The Kingdom of Orichalcum, unlike the Ashen Temple, was an outsider. They had to ensure that the Royal City was fully integrated and stabilized before this process reached its climax, or else they would be exiled to the Endless Void.

So, no matter the cost, this battle had to be won.

“Then, let the battle begin.”

The God of Runes fixed his gaze on the legendary army, which had already formed up and was standing ready in formation. A savage look appeared in his eyes.

With a thunderous roar from the dragon, the battle erupted once again.

Meanwhile, from a distance, Sterl stood frozen, staring in a daze at the chaotic battlefield. “What is this so-called great calamity? Why does everyone seem like they’ve lost their minds?”

Looking at the messy and terrifying battlefield, the scale of the conflict made the previous battle with the Silver Moon Wolf God look like a mere skirmish. The intensity of the war had skyrocketed several times over.

Not long after, more gods began to descend on the battlefield, but this time, most were ordinary demigods or gods with weak Divine Power, though the number of these divine beings was almost more than the total of those who had descended previously.

In an instant, all manner of Laws and divine authorities poured into the area. The terrifying aftershocks of their clash spread like an apocalyptic storm, turning everything in its path into a wasteland of war.

“This is fine,” Sterl thought, analyzing the current situation. “I was worried that after the death of the Silver Moon Wolf God, the God of Runes would be left unchecked, and Orichalcum’s Kingdom would dominate uncontested. But now, with both sides really going all out, they won’t stop until they’ve fought to a mutual destruction, or a fight to the death.”

With this analysis, Sterl pushed aside the various doubts and concerns he had accumulated due to the changes in the Tanscendence system.

“Now, my plan has been executed perfectly,” he mused, “Now I just need to wait patiently. I just hope Diana hasn’t been caught up in any problems yet.”

Thinking of Diana’s flawless face and her slender waist, Sterl couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. But, in truth, he didn’t harbor any deep feelings for Diana. To him, aside from using her, there was no real emotional attachment.

Sterl was actually quite dedicated to those he truly cared about. Though he had many women and maids, his real emotional investments had always been in two people: Rayna and Linna. As for the others, they were just for satisfying his physical desires.

Therefore, it was impossible for him to risk going into the midst of a war-torn Royal City just to rescue one goddess.

“Still, for my sake, the people of Orichalcum’s Kingdom should prevent Diana from getting involved in the war,” he thought confidently, forgetting that the Black Hole Vortex he unleashed had nearly obliterated Orichalcum’s Kingdom itself.

Sterl observed the battlefield again and decided to withdraw for the time being.

From the looks of it, the intensity of the battle was increasing. If he stayed, he could easily get caught up in the chaos, or worse, be detected by other upper-tier gods who might start spying on him.

It was safer to retreat for now. After all, with the map module at his disposal, he could monitor the movements of the battlefield from a distance. Once the battle settled, he could make his move then.

Besides, waiting idly wasn’t his style. The Soul Devourer Sphere had accumulated a tremendous amount of soul energy, and it was about time to convert that energy into combat power. He also wanted to experiment with using the soul energy to enhance his followers and see just how effective it could be, or if there were any side effects.

Just as he was about to log out and leave the Tanscendence world, an eerie wave of energy suddenly surged into his mind. It felt as though something was stirring deep within him, and a voice, faint yet persistent, whispered in his ears.

“What is this?”

Sterl’s heart skipped a beat. In order to avoid being detected by either side of the battle, he quickly used the instantaneous teleportation ability of his Boots of the Void, moving to a distant location before halting. He then began to carefully sense the source of the strange fluctuation.

“This fluctuation… seems to be coming from Hell!?”

A look of surprise crossed Sterl’s face. He had obtained access to certain permissions from Hell in the past, so it wasn’t strange for him to receive information from that realm.

What surprised him, however, was the content of the message—it seemed to be a call for help.

“This is definitely a message from the Will of Hell. Has something happened in Hell?”

He couldn’t help but frown, feeling a bit puzzled. The power of Hell was not weak in the slightest. What could possibly be going on that would make Hell seek his assistance?

At that moment, a sudden thought flashed through his mind—The Great Calamity!

Whether it was Orichalcum’s Kingdom desperately trying to merge with the world, or the various methods of the Ashen Temple, everything seemed to be in preparation for the coming Great Calamity.

Could it be that Hell had already been struck by the calamity and was now sending out a distress signal?

There was also another possibility—that the message wasn’t actually directed at him. It might have been meant for someone else, but because of his access to Hell’s permissions, the message, much like previous Tanscendence system notifications, was still delivered to him.

Sterl’s thoughts stirred. He could feel that with his permissions, he only needed a single thought to return to Hell.

However, Sterl hesitated. The fact that Hell was reaching out for help meant that something grave was happening there, and entering recklessly could be dangerous.

From his understanding of the recent battles, he knew the upper limits of his current strength. Even some slightly stronger upper-tier gods possessed the ability to pose a threat to him. One wrong move could easily lead him into a situation from which he might never escape.

But his intuition told him that this could be a massive opportunity. If he helped Hell overcome its crisis, he might gain more permissions and rewards.

Moreover, it was a chance to learn about the Great Calamity in advance.

So far, he had no real understanding of what this so-called Great Calamity was. This unknown danger hung over him like the Sword of Damocles, always on the verge of falling. The uncertainty gnawed at him, and he was eager to dispel the unease it caused.

After a moment of contemplation, Sterl’s gaze hardened. He had made up his mind.