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

The surviving Nightmare powerhouses, after regaining some composure, each wore fierce expressions, their hatred so intense they could hardly resist charging into the distant enemy ranks, tearing apart the Dream Spirit Empire soldiers, devouring them all, to wash away their anger!

As for collapse and fear?

They were among the strongest, standing at the pinnacle of Nightmare Beings. They embodied nightmares themselves. Not even forty thousand years of confinement had broken them. How could they fear now?

Escaping from the blockade, fleeing the Eternal Light World—such an idea had once been an unimaginable luxury. But now, with the hope of returning to the Land of Nightmares, they had long since disregarded death.

After all, they were a group of madmen teetering on the edge of distortion!

"Truly remarkable, the Nightmare Legion that once dominated this world," Sterl remarked, watching his increasingly formidable subordinates, his voice tinged with admiration.

He had visited more than one world, encountered countless factions, and seen all manner of powerful armies and warriors. Yet, what left the deepest impression on him, aside from the bizarre disaster-class Silver White Monsters, were these fiercely powerful Nightmare Elites.

Not only him—far in the distance, Monroe's pupils contracted as he witnessed the scene. The excitement in his eyes faded slightly, replaced by a growing wariness.

The Empire's Angel's Wings hadn't been deployed in a long time. These specially crafted armored humanoids were very similar to Radiant Warriors but were far more brutal, brimming with destructive power. Every time Angel's Wings appeared, it would crush the enemy's will to fight, making them surrender without exception.

But today, even these remnants of Nightmare from tens of thousands of years ago, who had witnessed the terror of Angel's Wings, showed no fear at all. On the contrary, their battle spirit and killing intent were stronger than ever before.

"These… these madmen! What good is it to resist to the bitter end? Under the Empire's army, they will only meet one fate: death!"

The adjutant, watching the battlefield intently, trembled slightly, his mouth muttering curses as disdain filled his eyes.

Monroe glanced at his adjutant. He could instantly tell that his subordinate was both fearful and wary. This fear came from deep within, instinctive and hard to suppress.

However, the Nightmare remnants emerging from the seals had indeed exceeded his expectations.

If not for his prior extensive preparations, mobilizing two elite legions and deploying Angel's Wings, as well as gathering all the Radiant Warriors, he wouldn't have been able to hold off these madmen, willing to do anything for their freedom.

However, when Angel's Wings descended, the outcome of the battle was already sealed.

As for these remnants of Nightmare, at most, they would leave only a faint trace in history. This trace would become his stepping stone, helping him rise higher and become stronger!

With this thought, his gaze pierced through dozens of miles, focusing on Sterl at the very back.

From the beginning, his ultimate goal had always been to end the shadow of fear that the Dream Spirit Empire once held—the War Demon!

The reason he had never made a move, even withholding the power of Angel's Wings, was solely to prepare the most powerful strike.

When the War Demon had escaped the Eternal Light World and descended alone, he had already gauged the opponent's general strength. Even if the War Demon had hidden some of his power, it would never be enough to stop the killer move prepared specifically for him!

Once the War Demon fell, the so-called most powerful arcane skill would be severed. The remaining Nightmare powerhouses would no longer pose any threat. Even if they managed to escape, they could not shake the Empire's foundation and would eventually die at the hands of the army's encirclement.

"Oh? Is it finally my turn?"

Sterl raised an eyebrow, showing no sign of surprise. Instead, he turned his attention to the battlefield, focusing on the last two remaining Radiant Warriors.

Other Nightmare powerhouses had also noticed the last of the enemies on the battlefield.

Under the indiscriminate bombardment of the armored humanoids, not only had the Nightmare elites suffered tremendous losses, but the Dream Spirit Empire had suffered as well.

The rear guard had been completely wiped out, their bodies reduced to nothing. Hundreds of Radiant Warriors remained, but only these last two remained standing.

At this moment, one of the two remaining Radiant Warriors was severely wounded, most of his body mangled, and his life force slowly fading. The other, however, showed no obvious injuries, quietly standing where he was.

"Not good! Stop him!"

Walker's heart jolted, a bad premonition overwhelming him. He immediately charged toward the Radiant Warrior.

The other Marshals and Nightmare powerhouses quickly realized the danger and rushed forward to engage.

However, it was already too late—or perhaps this was exactly the result Monroe had planned, a carefully laid-out open scheme!

The moment the Marshals moved to strike, the heavily wounded Radiant Warrior's life force was completely extinguished. On the battlefield, only one Radiant Warrior remained, and his power was expanding wildly!

"Die!!"

Bloodthirsty Marshal Mengou was the first to reach the remaining Radiant Warrior. His abilities had been fully converted into a speed boost, so fast that even light could barely keep up with him. The surrounding space and time seemed to freeze.

With all his strength, he swung his twin blades toward the Radiant Warrior's head, but just as he was about to land the blow, a flash of silver-white moved even faster than his own speed!

Boom!

The Radiant Warrior drew his silver-white greatsword and struck it against Mengou's twin blades. The tremendous force of the impact caused Mengou's expression to change drastically.

In that instant, it felt as if he were facing Rein at full power, but with a speed even more terrifying!

During the collision, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his entire body feeling as if it were a ragdoll being hurled backward, crashing heavily into the ground.

"This is the true power of the Radiant Warriors," Monroe murmured softly, a complex and contemplative look in his eyes. "Even though I've seen it more than once, every time I witness it, it never fails to amaze."

Although the Radiant Warriors bore the name "Radiant," in reality, they were a special force of the Empire, just like Angel's Wings, entirely controlled by the Empire.

These monsters lacked intelligence, and they didn't think for themselves, but their combat power was undeniably formidable.

A thousand Radiant Warriors were the equivalent of a thousand generals, each commanding an army of hundreds of thousands.

However, these were not the true Radiant Warriors. The true Radiant Warrior had always been one.

With the death of each Radiant Warrior, their power would gradually converge or, perhaps more accurately, return to their original form.

When a thousand Radiant Warriors had been reduced to one, the true Radiant Warrior would emerge, merging the strength of a thousand generals into a single being, powerful enough to bring despair. Even he, Monroe, would not be able to stand against it.

This was the real trump card against the War Demon. Although the War Demon was powerful, he could not compete with the power of the Radiant Warriors. After all, the true purpose of the Radiant Warrior—or rather, the true enemy—was the Nightmare Overlord, who had been sealed alongside the War Demon in legend!

However, the Nightmare Overlord had not appeared. Considering some of the truths he had uncovered, combined with the attitude these Nightmare remnants held toward the War Demon, it seemed possible that the true Nightmare Overlord had already perished.

The current War Demon was not just the highest commander of the Nightmare Legion—perhaps he was also the new ruler of the Land of Nightmares!

The more he thought about it, the greater the threat of the War Demon seemed. Deploying the true Radiant Warrior was justifiable.

At that moment, as everyone watched Bloodthirsty Marshal Mengou being blasted away like trash, they all froze, their faces filled with disbelief.

That was a Marshal! One of the ten Marshals of the Nightmare Legion! A powerful being standing at the peak of the living pyramid, and yet... he was just blasted away like that!?

Amid the shock, a cold shiver ran up their spines.

They weren't fools; they immediately realized the true target of this Radiant Warrior.

"Protect the Emperor!"

"Stop him! We cannot let him harm the War Emperor!"

"Block him!"

The crowd immediately charged towards the Radiant Warrior, their expressions fierce and terrifying, showing no sign of fear.

Though they all longed for freedom, yearning to return to the Land of Nightmares, they knew better than anyone that only if the War Demon survived did they have hope. Only when the War Soul Resonance truly activated could they stand a chance and have the qualifications to resist the Dream Spirit Empire.

So, even if they had to die, they would rather die before the War Demon did!

"Good resolve, but fate has already been decided. It cannot be reversed."

Monroe calmly watched this scene unfold. This was war—there were no notions of justice or evil, right or wrong. Everything came down to differing stances and conflicting interests.

Over four hundred thousand heavy-armored elite soldiers had died just fighting these Nightmare remnants.

These soldiers had given their lives for him, and he had to take responsibility for them. The only way to prevent more wars and further casualties was to go all out and completely annihilate this group of Nightmare remnants.

"Monster! Get away from me!"

A Lord-level Nightmare powerhouse let out a distorted roar, his body transforming into a massive ape-like monster, charging resolutely at the Radiant Warrior.

The silver-white cold gleam flashed.

The giant ape trembled, its Power of Nightmares rapidly dissipating, and the expression in its eyes gradually faded.

However, a flash of cruelty crossed his eyes. "Let's die together!"

Boom!!

The Power of Nightmares surged, and the Lord of Nightmares exploded into a cloud of dust, engulfing the Radiant Warrior in the explosion.

Even though the Radiant Warrior had fused with the power of a thousand strong individuals and returned to its original form, facing the self-detonation of a Lord of Nightmares powerhouse, its movement was affected, slowing down for just a moment.

In that instant, Bloodthirsty Marshal Rein threw a punch, gathering all his strength into one massive strike, crashing into the Radiant Warrior's chest!

Two deafening sounds rang out, and a figure was sent flying from the dust—Rein's battered body, covered in injuries!