Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener - Chapter 617

Chapter 617: Chapter 617: Speed Rivalling a High Divine Authority, Unstoppable Force!
As they looked at the battered, grotesque fused monster lying below, everyone heaved a collective sigh of relief.

One of the gods, wielding the power of the Law of Life, quickly tended to Boris and the God of Werewolves, using the life-infused divine energy to mend their injuries.

Fortunately, the God of Werewolves, despite having his heart nearly pierced, possessed a life force far stronger than an average god. Barely clinging to life, his condition stabilized under the combined efforts of the gods.

Boris, though healed to an extent, still felt a searing pain coursing through his body. This pain wasn’t from his shattered organs—after all, regeneration was trivial for gods.

Instead, it came from a faint trace of the gray energy that had seeped into his body during the monster’s tail strike. The energy clung to him like a parasitic worm, relentlessly gnawing at his life force.

Fortunately, the amount that infiltrated was minimal. Boris mustered all his Divine Power to suppress it, gradually containing its effects.

Once stabilized, they turned their attention to the creature lying on the ground.

Even now, their hearts were heavy with unease. The speed of this fused monster was astonishing, evoking the terrifying sensation of battling a High Divine Authority.

When combined with its mysterious power, capable of effortlessly piercing through Divine Power and Law Power, it was nothing short of a monstrous godslayer.

Thankfully, its abilities were limited. While it possessed speed comparable to a High Divine Authority, it lacked the resilience, regenerative capabilities, and unbreakable Divine Power typical of beings at that level. This weakness had allowed them to seize an opportunity and deal a severe blow.

Now, the fused monster lay in a dire state. Its body was mangled and twisted, with large portions of its form mutilated. Marks of thunder, frost, and wind blade cuts etched deep into its body showed the lingering damage of their assault.

Such injuries would have been fatal for even a god.

But then, their expressions changed drastically. The silvery liquid scattered across the ground began flowing rapidly into the monster’s body. As the liquid surged into it, its wounds began to heal at a visible pace.

“Keep attacking! Don’t let it recover!”

“Damn it, what the hell is this thing?”

“There’s no way I’m letting this thing survive!”

The gods didn’t need further encouragement. Almost as one, they unleashed another relentless barrage, obliterating every trace of the silvery liquid in the area. The ground for tens of miles around was scoured clean, leaving barren rock beneath.

As for the fused mantis, all that remained was a portion of its broken body, barely clinging to existence.

“Is it over now?”

Boris took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling heavily, as he turned to look at Sterl. However, Sterl remained motionless, his eyes closed in deep concentration, as if performing some kind of unknown task. None of them dared to interrupt him.

As they stared into the unfathomable void left behind, a shiver ran through their hearts. These creatures were simply too horrifying—driven by no discernible reason or purpose other than consuming the world itself.

If such an abomination were to make its way into the Prime World, the resulting catastrophe would be beyond comprehension.

At that moment, the remnants of the fused monster suddenly liquefied into a silvery substance and shot rapidly toward the silvery expanse of ground nearby, merging seamlessly into it.

The entire process happened so fast that none of them had a chance to react.

“There’s no way… it’s coming back, right?”

One of the gods muttered nervously. And as if to confirm their worst fears, under their incredulous gazes, the silvery liquid within a ten-mile radius began to coalesce rapidly. Moments later, an identical fused monster began to take form.

Or rather, the previous monster had completely regenerated.

Despair gripped their hearts. They had reduced it to mere scraps, and yet it could still fully recover? How could they possibly defeat such a thing?

The now-restored fused mantis resumed its assault, armed with the battle experience from its earlier skirmish. This time, however, it fought with far more cunning. Rather than charging recklessly, it used its unmatched speed to weave in and out of range, baiting and circling its enemies. The moment it detected a flaw in their defense, it would unleash a devastating strike.

Boris and the God of Werewolves, both still gravely injured, were effectively sidelined, leaving their side with two fewer combatants. To make matters worse, the gods’ earlier barrage had drained much of their Divine Power, leaving them unable to launch another carpet-bombing assault.

In just a few exchanges, four more gods were injured. The battlefield had become increasingly perilous. At this rate, complete annihilation seemed inevitable.

“Filthy insect, get away from me!”

The Goddess of Seduction, her face pale and strained, shouted in frustration. Among the ten gods, she was the sole goddess, and her combat strength was only marginally better than that of the God of Reproduction and Beast Taming.

She had already sustained significant injuries from the monster’s attacks and was now on the verge of collapse.

The fused monster, seemingly aware of her weakened state, relentlessly pursued her. It understood the logic of picking off the weakest prey first.

Surrounded by blurred silver afterimages, Avril, the Goddess of Seduction, wore a look of panic and despair on her otherwise alluring and composed face. Her vulnerability in that moment gave her an air of fragile beauty, evoking a bittersweet sympathy from those who watched.

She was the Goddess of Seduction, and her charm divine authority was highly effective against most living beings. However, it had no effect on this monster. The creature lacked any emotions or will; even as Avril poured all her strength into activating the Laws of Seduction, it achieved nothing.

Suddenly, a sharp sense of danger surged within her. The despair on Avril’s face deepened as she caught a fleeting glimpse of a silver flash heading straight for her. It moved too fast—far beyond her ability to evade.

“So, this is how it ends…”

In that moment, her mind became exceptionally clear. Memories of her life flooded in. As a child of destiny, she had risen to the exalted status of a god, wielding the divine authority of seduction. Her life had been surrounded by countless admirers and worshippers.

Yet, through it all, none had ever truly captured her admiration or love—until she met him… her omnipotent master.

But it was too late now. She would never again have the chance to serve by his side. She turned her head, ignoring the looming danger, and instead focused on the towering figure in the distance. Her gaze became soft and dreamlike.

“To die for my master… perhaps this is a form of eternal companionship,” she murmured to herself, closing her eyes and waiting for death to claim her.

But the pain never came. The overwhelming, flood-like sense of danger suddenly vanished, as if it had never existed.

Avril hesitated, then slowly opened her eyes, only to be struck dumb by what she saw.

Before her stood a tall, imposing figure, his hands behind his back, as if he had descended from myth itself. Like a divine ruler, he stood in her defense, shielding her from all harm.

With a simple gesture, he raised his hand and pointed at the terrifying fused mantis. The killing machine froze in place as if it had been struck by the will of a god. Then, with a single palm strike, he sent it flying, its form crashing violently into the distance.

It all happened in an instant, as if the world itself bowed to his will, and everything was resolved in a single flick of his fingers.

“Are you alright?”

Sterl’s calm voice broke the spell, jolting Avril out of her stunned daze.

As she gazed at the profile of his face, her heart raced wildly, like a fawn bounding in her chest. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to throw herself into his arms and offer him everything.

“I… I’m fine. Thank you, Master, for saving me,” Avril stammered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Her eyes sparkled with adoration and love, so intense they seemed almost tangible, her gaze lingering on him as though unable to look away.

This scene put Sterl in an excellent mood, instantly lifting the dark cloud left by dealing with the grotesque worm. He even felt a twinge of relief—this time, it hadn’t been deliberate that he waited until the critical moment to act; it was purely coincidental. A moment later, and the goddess who had just fallen under his charm might have met a gruesome end right before his eyes.

“It’s good that you’re unharmed. All of you, step back for now,” he commanded, his voice calm yet firm.

With a wave of his hand, he moved everyone aside, turning his focus to the fused monster below, which had once again regenerated.

He couldn’t deny it—this creature, as the grotesque worm’s trump card, had an overwhelmingly powerful combat capacity. It had forced ten gods into an absolute disadvantage during their fight.

Of course, part of its dominance was due to the home-field advantage it enjoyed. Surrounded by the vast secretion pools of the worm, it could continuously regenerate.

Add to that its speed, rivaling that of a High Divine Authority, combined with the mysterious gray energy that could wound with a touch or kill with a graze, and it truly lived up to the title of a life reaper.

Fortunately, despite the heavy injuries sustained by Boris and the others, none of them had fallen. That was a small mercy for Sterl, as the loss of even one god would have been a significant blow.

After all, the divine soul of a god could be refined into 10 points of high-grade soul energy—a resource Sterl valued highly.

Now, the fused monster rose once more. Its body had fully healed, but compared to before, its movements were sluggish, and its aura noticeably weaker.

This was no coincidence. In that crucial moment earlier, Sterl had activated the Phantom Purgatory ability of his Soul Prison’s Eerie Eyes, burning the creature’s soul for a full second and inflicting 20% soul damage.

Soul damage was a tier above true physical damage. No matter how bizarre or potent this creature’s regenerative abilities were, it couldn’t instantly recover from injuries inflicted on its soul.

Granted, the grotesque worm’s immense reservoir of soul energy could eventually repair the damage, but it would require time.

This creature’s soul was comparable to that of a High Divine Authority—far superior to the divine souls of ordinary gods—making its recovery much more challenging.

“Well then, let’s deal with this trash first,” Sterl said coldly, his gaze shifting to the grotesque worm cocooned within a swarm of a million Silver Spiders. A flicker of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Moments earlier, he had used the Soul Absorption ability of the Soul Prison’s Eerie Eyes on the worm, aiming to extract its memories and abilities.

However, to his surprise, the ability that had always worked like a knife through butter had hit an impassable wall this time.

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