Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener - Chapter 608

Chapter 608: Chapter 608: The Presence of the Mastermind!
The Swamp Giant Crocodile was engulfed in a terrifying flame as it charged toward the rear of the Silver Spider swarm.

This flame was born from the burning of both his soul and life force—a desperate and irreversible act. Once the flame extinguished, so too would his existence.

The process was absolute, more extreme than the Silver Moon Wolf God’s earlier sacrifice of its divine authority. While the wolf god, as a high-ranking divine entity, gained far greater power from such a sacrifice, the Swamp Giant Crocodile had still unleashed a power capable of challenging gods.

The Silver Spiders, as though realizing the crocodile’s intent, scrambled frantically to halt his advance.

A countless swarm of spiders surged forward, resembling a vast, silvery-white ocean, attempting to drown the crocodile beneath their sheer numbers.

But the Swamp Giant Crocodile, burning everything it had—even its soul—was an unstoppable force that ordinary Silver Spiders could not withstand.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of them were flung aside, crushed, or incinerated as the crocodile tore through them with raw, unrelenting power.

From Sterl and his followers’ vantage point, the Swamp Giant Crocodile appeared as a blazing red flame cutting through a silver tide. Everywhere he passed, the silvery flood was shattered and scattered.

Meanwhile, the evolved hellspawn monsters, created from the spiders, also joined the pursuit.

Their speed was extraordinary—nearly matching the frenzied, all-out speed of the crocodile. Combined with the constant interference of the Silver Spider tide, the monsters quickly closed the gap.

Enhanced by their mysterious gray mist, these creatures effortlessly breached the crocodile’s defenses, leaving deep, bloody wounds across his body.

But in his current state, even grievous injuries were meaningless. Having cast aside his own survival, he paid no heed to the damage he sustained.

“You… cannot stop me!!”

The Swamp Giant Crocodile roared furiously, his will condensed into a singular, unyielding goal: to uncover the truth behind these monsters and their creator.

“What remarkable determination. A pity…”

“Even as a hellspawn, his resolve and spirit are worthy of respect,” one of the gods murmured, a hint of regret flickering in their eyes.

“Had he been given more time, perhaps he might have broken through the barrier to divinity and become a god of Hell.”

The watching gods couldn’t help but voice their admiration, even for such a brutal and savage creature.

Sterl, however, remained silent, his gaze fixed not on the Swamp Giant Crocodile but on what lay beyond.

He was waiting for the crocodile to break through the Silver Spiders’ onslaught and reveal the mastermind behind it all.

Just then, the Silver Spiders in front of the Swamp Giant Crocodile let out a series of piercing shrieks before their bodies exploded one after another.

In an instant, tens of thousands of Silver Spiders self-destructed, transforming into pools of silvery-white liquid that rapidly converged into a single form.

Ten thousand… twenty thousand… fifty thousand… one hundred thousand!

With the combined sacrifice of one hundred thousand Silver Spiders, a single massive Silver Spider, towering over one hundred meters tall, emerged and stood menacingly on the toxic marshlands.

As the Swamp Giant Crocodile charged toward it with relentless fury, the colossal spider calmly raised one of its limbs.

In the next moment, a silver blur flashed.

Splurt!

The blazing flame surrounding the Swamp Giant Crocodile was abruptly extinguished. Its once overwhelming aura vanished entirely, accompanied by a final, desperate roar that was cut short.

Thud.

The crocodile’s massive body fell to the ground in two halves, split cleanly apart, and crashed into the toxic earth.

The hundred-meter-tall Silver Spider then shattered into countless smaller spiders, which immediately swarmed over the crocodile’s remains, devouring his body at an alarming rate.

Sterl, who had been observing the Swamp Giant Crocodile’s every move, froze for a moment before letting out a long sigh. It had failed.

A demigod-level pinnacle Hell creature, having unleashed every ounce of its power, hadn’t even earned the chance to witness the truth behind these monsters.

The towering monstrosity, formed from one hundred thousand Silver Spiders, had exuded an aura that rivaled that of a dual divine authority god.

Sterl could sense, however, that the fusion of such a massive number of spiders created a highly unstable soul. The resulting form could only sustain itself for a short duration before collapsing back into smaller spiders.

Yet, even with that limitation, the entity’s strength was staggering—far surpassing the power of even a military formation!

And that was just one hundred thousand Silver Spiders. What would happen if they fused a million? Ten million?

Would they then possess the ability to annihilate even gods, perhaps even high-ranking divine authority beings, in an instant?

Boris and the other gods stood nearby, their faces heavy with trepidation and unease.

“That speed… it was terrifyingly fast. Even I’m not confident I could block such an attack,” one of them admitted gravely.

“What are these bizarre creatures? Their individual strength doesn’t even reach third class, and yet they can fuse seamlessly to unleash power comparable to gods. This defies every rule of reality!”

“What’s their purpose in invading Hell? Is it really just to seize resources?”

A flood of questions filled their minds as they tried to comprehend the nature of these insect-like beings. What began as dismissive disdain had now turned into profound fear and respect.

“My Lord, should we intervene?” Boris asked, his tone serious, awaiting Sterl’s decision.

Sterl’s eyes narrowed as he stared toward the far end of the Silver Spider swarm. During the brief moment when the spiders fused into their massive form, he had sensed a faint trace of soul energy—weak, but undeniable.

As the wielder of Soul Prison’s Eerie Eyes, even such a subtle fluctuation couldn’t escape his notice.

He was now certain: behind these Silver Spiders, there was a mastermind orchestrating everything.

Gazing down at the spiders cleaning the battlefield, Sterl knew that Venomous Swamp Hell had been completely overrun. No force remained capable of resisting these invaders.

And so…

“Of course. I don’t want to see these disgusting creatures in my sight any longer,” Sterl declared, his voice calm yet laced with cold determination.

As soon as the words left his lips, a chilling wave of killing intent surged from the ten divine followers at his side.

“Rest assured, my Lord. We will eliminate this filth for you,” Boris replied with absolute deference.

He turned toward the Silver Spider swarm below, and an overwhelming surge of power erupted from him, the combined might of his Curses, Desert, and Battle divine authorities.

Simultaneously, the other nine gods unleashed their own divine authorities, their powers crashing down upon the Silver Spiders like an unstoppable tide.

Though they harbored some unease about these bizarre creatures, they were gods. While caution was warranted, in their eyes, the Silver Spiders were still no more than ants.

Especially with Sterl’s command, these strange, grotesque creatures had been marked for extermination.

In an instant, countless forces of divine authority and Law intertwined, erupting in full force. The combined might of ten minor Divine Power gods, all unleashing their full strength, was a power not to be underestimated even among divine-level factions.

Put simply, these ten gods wielded enough strength to establish a formidable divine faction on their own.

Boom!

The entirety of Venomous Swamp Hell shook violently under the sheer might of their collective power. The layer itself seemed unable to withstand such overwhelming pressure.

As for the Silver Spiders below, they stood no chance. One by one, they were immobilized, suppressed by the crushing force of the divine authorities and Laws.

Even as they activated their mysterious gray mist, it had no effect.

That gray mist could resist demigod powers to some extent, but against the combined suppression of ten gods? It was utterly futile. The mist lacked the density and potency to contend with such overwhelming strength.

At Sterl’s command, the combined power of the ten gods descended like a divine judgment, unleashing destruction upon the Silver Spiders and erasing them from existence.

“Annihilate!”

Boris unleashed a surge of Divine Power, and over the endless toxic marsh, an immense sandstorm suddenly materialized. It was the manifestation of his Desert Divine Authority, a force of overwhelming power.

Every grain of sand within the storm radiated Divine Authority and Divine Power, grinding away at the Silver Spiders, relentlessly wearing down their bodies.

At the same time, the God of Wind Whisper summoned a divine gale, sweeping through the battlefield and propelling the sandstorm to unprecedented levels of destruction.

But the onslaught didn’t stop there. The other gods joined in, releasing their own abilities. Through their combined powers, the sandstorm’s ferocity grew exponentially, transforming into an apocalyptic force of annihilation.

Hundreds of thousands, even millions of Silver Spiders were caught up in the maelstrom, their bodies shredded into fine dust by the endless, divine-laden sand.

Sterl watched the scene calmly, his Soul Prison’s Eerie Eyes observing every detail. Under the combined grinding of Divine Power and Divine Authority, the Silver Spiders were finally and completely destroyed. Not only were their bodies obliterated, but even the faint traces of their souls were erased.

“Ha. I thought these things were truly imperishable,” Sterl remarked with a cold chuckle.

Even the rampaging Silver Spiders, which had run roughshod over this layer of Hell, could not withstand the power of gods.

Still, a sense of heaviness crept into Sterl’s thoughts.

These creatures were nothing more than cannon fodder, yet it had taken divine intervention to annihilate them completely. What would such creatures mean for worlds and forces beneath divine strength? For them, these Silver Spiders would be an unstoppable calamity.

And if these were merely disposable grunts, what would happen when even stronger forces were deployed? Would even gods be reduced to prey for their enemies?

Taking a deep breath, Sterl steadied himself. He wasn’t surprised—this was, after all, the Great Catastrophe that even gods from the Upper Realms feared. It was never going to be simple.

The sandstorm continued its relentless rampage, erasing everything in its path like a massive cosmic eraser. The vast silver sea of spiders vanished at a pace visible to the naked eye.

Even when the Silver Spiders tried to employ their fusion technique to create stronger entities, their methods had already been thoroughly exposed.

Under the crushing weight of Divine Authority and Law, they couldn’t even move, let alone self-detonate or merge. The gods gave them no opportunity to counterattack.

Before long, the last of the Silver Spiders were annihilated, leaving the once-chaotic battlefield eerily empty.

Even the toxic waters that had once coated the land were swept away, revealing the dark, rotting earth beneath.

Had the gods not deliberately restrained their powers, the destruction could have easily wiped out everything within a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

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