Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener - Chapter 768

Chapter 768: Chapter 768: The Terrifying Nightmare Legion!
The terrifying force of his vital energy surged from within his body, transforming into a violent hurricane that swept away all the Twisted Power of Nightmares around him.

Not just dispersing them, many of the Power of Nightmares were directly eroded and dissipated.

Instantly, Sterl’s visibility improved significantly.

The power of his vital energy was a force that originated from within him, an extension of his immense physique. This power didn’t have a specific rank. The stronger his body, the stronger his vital energy.

Given that he now possessed a transcendence-level divine authority, with a physique approaching that of a powerful, god-like beast, the strength of his vital energy was unimaginable.

Moreover, this power was akin to a universal solution—it could violently destroy and disperse any kind of energy or aura, regardless of its nature.

It was as brute-force and powerful as his own body.

As this surge of vital energy exploded, the dimly lit underground prison was tinged with a faint red hue.

Many dormant entities were also awakened by this force.

In any other place, Sterl would never choose such a high-profile method, but this was the deepest level of Abyssal Prison—the place where all the elites and leaders of the Nightmare Legion were sealed.

And his current identity was that of the supreme commander of the Nightmare Legion, with a reputation that even surpassed that of the Nightmare Overlord’s War Demon!

The aura around him was released without concealment, and in this silent, desolate place, it shone brighter than the moon in the darkness.

“I… I sense… a familiar presence…”

“It’s him, it can’t be wrong… it’s definitely him…”

“This is… the aura of the Warlord!”

“The Warlord has returned! This place will no longer be our prison!”

“Thirty-nine thousand eight hundred and fifty-seven years… the great Warlord, you have finally returned! Your most loyal guards are about to… hold on no longer…”

Excited cries echoed from all directions, but these voices were filled with decay and weakness.

When the Nightmare Legion was framed and sealed, it was at the peak of its power.

At that time, the Nightmare Legion numbered over one hundred million. After the Nightmare Overlord and War Demon, the supreme commander, there were ten great marshals, one hundred lords, one thousand generals, and tens of thousands of leaders!

Just one of these leaders possessed combat power that was no less than the strongest Ghost Old Man in the second level of Abyssal Prison. No, more accurately, they could easily defeat Ghost Old Man.

This shows how terrifying this force was. It’s no wonder that the former Dream Spirit Empire was nearly reduced to ashes, erased from existence forever.

However, the most powerful forces of this batch of the Nightmare Legion had been sealed here for nearly forty thousand years. The dark, sunless environment, combined with endless loneliness, led many of the elites to perish.

The reason why the lowest level of Abyssal Prison contains such dense and immense Twisted Power of Nightmares is precisely because of the fallen nightmare experts who emitted it.

However, the intense resentment and hatred they felt before their deaths caused these Powers of Nightmares to distort and transform into Twisted Powers of Nightmares.

Furthermore, in order to ensure the absolute security of the seal, the fifth level is completely different from the four levels above it.

Here, aside from the seal, no energy is absorbed, preventing any traces of the will of these fallen nightmare experts from leaking out.

As a result, this place has become a desolate and isolated space, devoid of any hope.

As for the nightmare experts who had not yet perished, they chose to give up on thinking, freezing their consciousness and falling into a permanent slumber.

Their vitality would gradually fade, and once they had completely dissipated, they would silently perish in their sleep.

But today, Sterl’s presence has awakened these dormant minds, creating a hole in this hopeless place—a hole through which hope can now be seen.

Thus, they woke up.

Sterl’s perception spread out, and he realized that the cells sealing the Nightmare Legion experts were completely different from those above.

Each of these cells was the size of a house, resembling completely sealed stone houses. He couldn’t see anything inside nor could any aura leak out.

Only when a nightmare expert inside perished would the seal automatically open, releasing the Twisted Power of Nightmares contained within.

Thousands of these cells were scattered across this massive underground city, and nearly half of them were already in an open state.

This meant that after nearly forty thousand years of sealing, more than half of the nightmare experts had perished here.

The rest, even if they were still alive, were extremely weak and on the brink of collapse.

If they did not receive any replenishment, or if no one came to awaken their will, within a thousand years at most, their consciousness would fall into complete silence, with no chance of ever reviving.

As of now, their consciousness was slowly awakening, but this also meant that the life force within these nightmare experts was rapidly depleting.

They desperately needed a replenishment of Power of Nightmares.

Sterl did not respond to their calls, but instead, he approached one of the sealed cells, intending to first test the extent of his status in the eyes of these nightmare experts.

Although in the past, everything within the Nightmare Legion had taken pride in basking in the glory of War Demon, now, after tens of thousands of years of being sealed, they were likely to have lost their sanity.

It was like a starving person, who, driven by hunger, could commit all sorts of insane acts for food.

So, until he had verified the situation, he would not be foolish enough to release all the nightmare experts at once.

After all, even in his prime, Ghost Old Man’s strength was comparable to that of some powerful ordinary gods.

This meant that even the weakest leader of the Nightmare Legion had reached the pinnacle of divine-level strength.

If all these nightmare experts emerged and turned their attention to him, it would be no small problem for him.

With his current strength, although he wasn’t afraid of a strategy based on sheer numbers, if the overall strength of that strategy exceeded a certain threshold, it would still pose an inescapable threat.

As for using the Dream Orb to forcibly leave, Sterl wouldn’t waste such valuable opportunities unless absolutely necessary.

Moreover, he still hadn’t found any other items that could open Dreamland, and if the Dream Orb were to break, it would be very difficult for him to return here.

“Warlord… is that you, Warlord? It’s me, Gorns, your loyal guard!”

Excited voices came from within the sealed cell. Though extremely weak, the thought of possible freedom caused even the strongest will to waver in this moment.

“Step back.”

Sterl spoke, then slowly raised his foot. A massive surge of vital energy poured into his right leg, and with a single powerful kick—

Boom!

The entire Abyssal Prison shook, and a terrifying force violently enveloped the sealed room.

In an instant, the seal, which was as hard as refined divine iron, crumbled away like weathered stone, turning into dust that scattered in all directions.

The interior of the room was completely exposed.

Inside, a being over five meters tall, with a body covered in fine black phosphor on the upper half and lower legs resembling two giant hooves, was bound by thousands of tiny, tough sealing chains.

However, compared to the nightmare entities like Ghost Old Man from the upper levels, these thousands of sealing chains were not enough to completely suppress his power, as traces of violent movement were still visible.

Even so, the power that had been severely weakened couldn’t shake the sealed room in the slightest.

Now, as Gorns watched the very cell that had sealed him for tens of thousands of years turn into dust, even though he tried his best to control his emotions, he was shaking with excitement.

“Warlord! Gorns can finally serve by your side again!”

Even though the prison was shattered, for a loyal guard of the Warlord, being able to serve at Sterl’s side was of far greater importance than even freedom itself!

Sterl looked at Gorns, who stood before him with the utmost respect, and felt a sense of satisfaction.

This loyal guard had been reduced to a state of extreme weakness. His once powerful body was now gaunt and emaciated, and the two horns on his head, which once curved backward with strength, had become dry and shriveled.

But Sterl could tell that at Gorns’ peak, his strength had been close to the top level of a high-ranking divine authority—around the same level as the ancient Frost Giant Dragon Augustine and Kun, the strongest lord of Hell!

It was important to note that Gorns was just a loyal guard. The War Demon’s personal guard corps consisted of a full hundred such elite warriors!

Thinking about these guards, all of whom were the strongest elites elected from battle-hardened legions, it was no wonder they possessed such incredible strength.

If he could free all of them and return them to their prime, it would be an unimaginable force!

Of course, the stronger the force, the more dangerous it was—he didn’t want to experience a betrayal.

Thus, he gently activated Soul Prison’s Eerie Eyes and directly scanned Gorns’ soul.

It was clear that even after nearly forty thousand years, Gorns’ loyalty to the War Demon remained unshakable!

It made sense, after all. It wasn’t the War Demon who had sealed them here. War Demon was the supreme leader who had led them to countless victories, and now he had brought them new hope. This had only made their loyalty to him even stronger.

“Welcome back.”

Sterl said calmly, then grasped the thousands of sealing chains together, channeling his vital energy into them and squeezing hard.

Vroom!

The chains began to violently tremble, groaning from the friction.

Sterl furrowed his brow. These sealing chains were several times stronger than those used to seal beings like Ghost Old Man and other nightmare creatures.

Even with all his strength, he couldn’t crush them, and it made sense now—no wonder Gorns, even with his strength, had been unable to break free.

However, while the strength of the chains was high, it was definitely not enough to stop him.

“Warlord, there is no need to concern yourself with me. You must escape this damned Abyssal Prison first. Once your strength is restored, you can return to rescue us…”