Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener-Chapter 845: Monroe’s Downfall!

"Bloodsoaked Frenzy: Bloodcry!"

Monroe's eyes, shining with dazzling golden light, quickly darkened to a deep crimson. His vitality and life force drained rapidly, gathering into a singular force.

This was a secret technique he had obtained during a past encounter, a powerful skill that could turn the tide of battle—but at the cost of everything.

The sole purpose of this technique was to burn away his life force, consuming his vitality to transform everything into the purest, most essential form of power.

After acquiring this technique, he had refrained from fully activating it, because rather than a mere secret technique, it was more like a one-time survival tool. If used to its fullest, the enemy would die—but so would he.

However, at this moment, Monroe finally understood the true limit of this technique.

Feeling the power within him surge several times over, a crushing, unstoppable force flooded his mind. For a moment, he believed he could face down the devastating strike War Demon had just unleashed!

Especially with the extreme speed increase, the potential of this power would soar to unimaginable heights!

"It's over."

Monroe murmured, his blood-red eyes reflecting Sterl's figure. He would use his strongest strike to bury this old-world warrior.

But just as he was about to launch his attack, he suddenly saw something that froze him in place. The War Demon, who should have been weakened by the earlier exertion, had once again raised the massive sword in his hand.

The vast and primal power surged again.

In an instant, Monroe's heart tightened, and his eyelids twitched violently, filled with horror and disbelief.

Even though he had drawn on part of his army's Secret Rune power, he could only use the strongest technique once. The power War Demon had just unleashed seemed impossible to repeat so soon!

Unless...

A chilling thought suddenly struck him.

What power could be unleashed repeatedly without limit? The answer was simple—power that belongs to the individual!

In other words... that last strike wasn't a secret technique, but War Demon's true power!?

No! Impossible!

Monroe shook his head violently, his gaze hardening once more. If he allowed his will to waver, his power would be significantly weakened.

So, he cast aside any hesitation, unwilling to take the time to adapt to the explosive surge of energy within him. Instead, he forced it into action, charging toward Sterl with a roar!

Meanwhile, Sterl, as if foreseeing the moment, raised the Sword of the World at nearly the same time.

"Come on!!"

Monroe gritted his teeth and growled. He knew that this strike was unavoidable, and he couldn't dodge it. If he missed this one chance, the terrifying cost of the secret technique would drain him of most of his combat strength in an instant. At that point, if he couldn't suppress War Demon, the enemy would be unstoppable and would escape from here.

As for Sterl…

Although using twenty percent of his strength was a massive burden, each time he used it, it caused a certain degree of backlash on his body.

However, with the Star-Bone Sacred Body's regeneration ability and the multiple enhancements of his advanced soul power, as long as it didn't harm his foundation, he could recover quickly.

As for Monroe, who was now diving straight toward him at full speed, Sterl was slightly taken aback, shocked by his courage. He couldn't believe that Monroe would dare to face his power head-on.

Even though Monroe's aura was significantly stronger than before, how could that compare to the Sublimation of Power, which had been amplified nearly ten times?

But not understanding didn't matter. For a warrior like Monroe, Sterl would give him the respect he deserved.

In an instant, the golden sword collided violently with the Sword of the World.

Sterl immediately felt a faint shockwave travel up the heavy sword in his hand, as though something slightly hard had obstructed his strike.

But that was all. For someone who had unleashed twenty percent of his strength, such a shock was like a gentle breeze or a ripple in the water.

On the other hand, Monroe…

In the moment when his golden sword collided with the Sword of the World, the determination and resolve on his face instantly turned into astonishment.

At that moment, he knew he was wrong—spectacularly wrong!

War Demon's strength was beyond what he could contend with. The strike he had just unleashed, after burning so much of his own vitality with the secret technique, was to War Demon merely a regular attack!

Monroe felt like a high-speed sports car that had just slammed headfirst into a steel wall.

I miscalculated…

This was Monroe's last thought. In battle, there were no second chances. Failure in judgment meant paying the price of defeat.

In the blink of an eye, the golden sword in his hand shattered into countless fragments, which then completely vanished.

Immediately, the overwhelming brute force surged into his body. Even with the fusion of all the soldiers' strength and the boost from the secret technique, Monroe still felt like a fragile boat on a vast ocean, teetering on the edge of destruction.

Thud!

A massive amount of blood sprayed from every pore of Monroe's body, forming a blinding blood mist around him.

His flesh, bones, and organs cracked inch by inch. His internal organs burst like overinflated balloons, and in that moment, time seemed to slow. He could almost feel his body slowly collapsing and disintegrating.

Fortunately, although the power of the secret technique hadn't allowed him to defeat Sterl, it had at least managed to preserve his physical body, preventing him from becoming a gruesome mess of blood and flesh.

The power transformed into kinetic energy, instantly turning him into a streak of light that fell to the ground below.

Thud!!

Monroe's consciousness suddenly went blank. All the experiences from his life rushed through his mind in a flash.

All he could hear was a deafening roar; everything else was drowned out. His vision was stained by blood, and his perception was completely blocked.

The only thing he could feel was his rapidly fading life force.

At that moment, the golden Secret Rune on his chest erupted to its maximum. Unexpectedly, the temporarily borrowed and fused power began to transform on its own, turning into surging vitality that sustained his body and slowly allowed it to recover.

It wasn't long before the energy drawn from the secret rune resonance was completely depleted, but Monroe's near-fatal injuries had healed by most of the way. His broken internal organs, muscles, and bones had reformed.

However, Monroe had lost almost all of his combat power. His body was so weak that he couldn't even stand.

He could only rely on his barely recovered perception to sense the movements around him.

"Oh? You're still alive, huh…"

Sterl, gradually controlling the boiling power within him, forced the blood that had surged up his throat back down.

Looking at the massive crater that Monroe had created, which resembled a meteorite impact, a trace of surprise appeared on his face.

"Impressive, as expected from one of Dream Spirit Empire's three titled Marshals. Such deep foundations."

He smiled nonchalantly, not bothering to strike again.

In his view, a mere Marshal-level warrior was of little consequence. Besides, even if Monroe survived, having taken his strike, he would have sustained hidden injuries and damaged his foundation.

Moreover, surviving his hand was already a stroke of peculiar fate, and he had no intention of finishing him off.

Compared to a single Marshal, the soldiers beneath him were the true foundation of the Dream Spirit Empire, and they were the greatest threat he now faced.

After all, although his strength was great, he had not yet reached the level of invincibility.

A million Dream Spirit soldiers might not be able to defeat him; instead, he could eliminate them one by one. But when that number rises to five million, ten million, or even more—he would have no choice but to retreat.

After all, the Dream Spirit Empire's soldier count was not just in the millions.

According to the information stored in the Night Elf's mind, including the titled Marshals, the Dream Spirit Empire had a total of twelve Marshals.

Under each Marshal, there were at least ten Legion Commanders.

And each Legion Commander commanded an army of at least one million soldiers, or they wouldn't even meet the minimum requirements to be a Legion Commander.

This meant that just one Marshal's forces would exceed a terrifying ten million soldiers!

With twelve Marshals, the total military strength would be at least one hundred and twenty million soldiers!

This massive army was the true foundation and backbone of the Dream Spirit Empire. To fight against and defeat the Dream Spirit Empire, the key was to destroy its foundation.

Thus, seizing the opportunity to wipe out all the elite forces of the Radiant Legion would deal the greatest blow to the Dream Spirit Empire.

However, after two consecutive bursts of power, his body had sustained considerable damage.

For safety's sake, he had to suppress his strength to about fifty percent.

Although it was only half of his power, even at this reduced level, it could still unleash the power of a [Transcendence] Marshal!

After all, fifty percent of one hundred million was not comparable to fifty percent of just ten thousand—it was on an entirely different scale.

At this moment, a deep, powerful roar sounded in the distance. A long, massive figure soared toward him and hovered beneath Sterl, lowering its head slowly to rest at his feet.

It was the victorious Nightmare Legion Colossal War Beast, Barbatos.

The giant tiger, meanwhile, had already been crushed and devoured.

"Good."

Sterl smiled with satisfaction. Barbatos, as the Colossal War Beast of the Nightmare Legion, clearly did not need any further introduction. In the entire legion, aside from Wood, in a one-on-one battle, Barbatos feared no one. Otherwise, it would not have been worthy of being the Colossal War Beast of the once-mighty Nightmare Legion.

"Let's go. Clear away all obstacles and return to the Land of Nightmares."

Sterl spoke to Barbatos beneath him.

Upon hearing this, Barbatos let out an excited roar, then, carrying Sterl, dove toward the battlefield below.