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

At this moment, the Archduke of Blood was injured, but there was no god to launch a counterattack.

Licitris was in a weakened state, to say the least.

The other divine beings were still being pursued by the contaminated Thunder!

The Origin of Chaos and the supreme Sky Thunder unleashed the most powerful divine lightning.

Licitris had used a counteractive divine-level item, but it only provided her with a semblance of protection. The rainbow-colored power had been reduced by about one-fourth. The other gods still had to endure the onslaught!

Each of them showcased their unique abilities.

The Ashen god managed to withstand the attack using a small formation. Amidst the flashing lightning, the terrifying high energy was rapidly neutralized.

One by one, the small flags in the Ashen god's formation shattered, leaving only three remaining as the lightning dissipated completely.

The gods from the Golden Kingdom and Marlon were left bloodied and battered by the spatial shards. However, the lightning was absorbed by those shards, all redirected into another dimension. Their life-saving method proved quite effective; after blocking all the Thunder, the spatial shards still existed, though a few trembled as if on the verge of breaking.

It seemed they could withstand several more rounds of the Archduke of Blood's attacks.

The Lord of Evil Spirits fared the worst. Despite scattering his body into tiny fragments, he was still struck by the lightning. In a desperate move, he severed the tainted portions of his body, reconstituting himself. At this point, his form had shrunk by one-third, rendering him extremely weak, but he managed to endure this deadly strike from the Archduke of Blood.

At this moment, the five gods were far from relaxed. They remembered that in the previous battle, the Archduke of Blood had demonstrated a record of continuously summoning Thunder.

Now, with the addition of their five Divine Powers, the Archduke of Blood did not need to do anything else—he could simply pummel them with Thunder again and again, forcing their hidden cards out, exhausting them, and potentially killing them outright!

The five divine beings were filled with despair as they realized that the Archduke of Blood displayed none of the qualities of a true powerhouse. Seeing the battle turn in his favor after unleashing Thunder, he immediately began to frantically siphon energy from within himself and summon Thunder once more!

Though the Archduke of Blood was indeed affected by the Blood of Contamination, and his various actions were forced to overcome his sense of weakness in unknown ways, the depletion and pollution of his internal energy remained an objective reality.

He could not summon the purest lightning with the same ease he had exhibited during the assault on The Blood Red Fortress. Even as he continuously drained the Divine Power from the five gods, the Archduke of Blood needed to pause and recuperate before unleashing his most powerful attacks again.

But this divine-level demon was extremely reckless, willing to burn his own life force to exert overwhelming pressure!

The five gods watched in horror as their faces changed dramatically.

"Is there no chance to catch our breath?"

"The Archduke of Blood, if he burns his life force like this, the progress of the Blood of Contamination will skyrocket!"

"Is he insane?"

…

In this wave, the five gods were clearly in dire straits. They hadn't anticipated that the Archduke of Blood would unleash two major attacks in succession!

It was well-known that the Archduke of Blood had no way to resolve the Blood of Contamination; otherwise, he would recover to full strength, and the five infected gods would stand no chance against him.

So, if he was burning his life force, it was a path toward mutual destruction!

Even if he managed to kill the five gods, significantly slowing the progress of the contamination, the life force he expended would never return, undoubtedly bringing his death closer.

The Archduke of Blood also could not possess the ability to traverse the layer of hell sealed by the Blood of Contamination.

What on earth was he thinking?

In such a favorable position, why rush toward a shared demise instead of securing his advantages?

The gods couldn't comprehend this, and because of their confusion, they missed their opportunity to react. Now, it was too late to think about using their life-saving abilities.

A vast surge of lightning gathered once more!

The rainbow-colored power of the Blood of Contamination mingled within, and the five gods looked on with despair in their eyes.

"It's over! What can we do?"

"If this continues, we won't be able to withstand it. Is there any way out?"

"Licitris, didn't you have a backup plan? Can you do it again?"

The gods from the main world were stunned, even pleading for help from the demon.

Licitris could only offer a bitter smile.

"There's nothing I can do; my setup was never completed. I only had that one opportunity to draw the blood."

In an instant, their thoughts surged, exchanging desperate messages, but what they ultimately conveyed was hopelessness.

The five divine-level beings were filled with panic, standing in place as they faced the heavenly thunder above…

They felt incredibly small!

It was as if they had suddenly transformed from celestial beings among the clouds into mere mortals, crawling under the might of heaven!

…

At this moment, Sterl had retreated to a distance.

The Archduke of Blood had not completely lost his mind; he knew he couldn't destroy the formation, so the power of the lightning was more concentrated and directed solely at the five gods.

Sterl was now in a safe zone, observing the situation.

"Now's my chance!"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, and the five gods were under immense pressure from the Archduke of Blood, they had no choice but to reveal their ultimate cards. Even in the second wave of attacks, they were locked in and destined to fight desperately.

Sterl acted decisively!

He felt that at this moment, it would be difficult for the Archduke of Blood to pay attention to him, and the other five gods would struggle to perceive the fluctuations in the formation.

So he quickly moved, triggering the setups he had laid out at various spatial nodes long ago.

As Sterl worked, his lips were pressed tightly together, and his expression was serious.

If it had been him, he would have been vigilant while Mephistopheles appeared to be studying the formation, ready to disrupt any potential arrangements Mephistopheles might have made.

However, Sterl had not sensed the Archduke of Blood doing anything of the sort.

This was a result of the arrogance inherent in divine beings, which was understandable.

But what if the Archduke of Blood had been cautious and had secretly taken action while setting up the formation?

In that case, Sterl would have to return to another set of spatial nodes he had already selected, reinvest materials, and forcibly seize partial control of the formation.

However, this operation was extremely risky, requiring him to enter the battleground where the gods and the Archduke of Blood were clashing.

Given how the five gods were currently being beaten down, it was uncertain whether they could hold out long enough for Sterl to stabilize the formation.

Fortunately, when Sterl triggered the previous arrangements, everything seemed to proceed without incident.

Or rather, that wasn't entirely accurate...

Boom!

A thunderous roar echoed.

Sterl watched helplessly as the five gods were struck by the Thunder engulfed in the Blood of Contamination, suffering immensely.

Marlon and the god from the Golden Kingdom were generous, actively drawing on the power of the spatial shards to protect the remaining three divine beings.

But this time, the spatial shards were completely shattered.

The five gods were subsequently knocked back by the aftershocks, spitting blood as electric currents coursed through them, leaving everyone charred black—there was no trace of divinity left.

They looked like nothing more than stray dogs.

The river valley had been completely refined by the high-energy lightning, transforming into a strange, viscous mixture of soil, stone, and blood flowing together.

However, as long as they hadn't been tainted by the rainbow-colored pollution, it was still usable!

The five divine beings exchanged glances, sighing with slight relief.

At least they still had hope of defeating the Archduke of Blood and using the blood to delay the onset of the curse.

Meanwhile, Sterl, unfazed by the terrifying thunder, quickly pressed down the last few hand seals. Instantly, countless faint red threads surged forth, detaching from the Archduke of Blood.

These threads, through a concealed function that Sterl had discovered earlier, turned transparent and linked to him, channeling Divine Power into his body.

"Hmm~~"

Sterl couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

Earlier, when he faced that fallen angel and activated ascension to godhood, it had cost him some Divine Power.

But now, he was effortlessly replenishing it!

Previously, Sterl had managed to gather a wave of Divine Power, allowing him to use the Lamp God as a regular means of combat.

But now…

He had never fought such a rich battle before.

Sterl felt that the three divine authorities, which had once been in a state of depletion, were now glowing slightly within him as Divine Power surged rapidly.

The influx of Divine Power brought not only a quantitative accumulation but also a qualitative leap as it gradually stored up.

Sterl's mental domain underwent another significant transformation.

First, in the realm of the human race, there were already some little people continuously generating power of faith for Sterl, and now they had been infused with vitality.

They became more agile, and at that moment, these human groups seemed to have been pressed on the fast-forward button, rapidly evolving.

From an initial primitive society of slash-and-burn agriculture, they began to develop resources on various planets, leading to swift social advancement.

Within the human race, there emerged nobles clad in fine robes, soldiers in armor, and slaves in tattered clothing.

They gradually stepped into a society resembling the medieval era.

There were even dedicated churches actively worshipping Sterl, resulting in a significant increase in the production of power of faith.

At the same time, under the influence of the natural divine authority, the planets inhabited by these humans rapidly transformed into lush green worlds, filled with a plethora of natural resources.

This acceleration further contributed to an explosion in the human population.

Lastly, the creative divine authority showed no visible change, but there seemed to be a peculiar alteration.

Sterl felt as if his mental domain suddenly contracted into a single point, only to explode violently afterward. This scene felt like an illusion, yet it also seemed to be happening in reality.

Because if it truly shrank to a point and then suddenly exploded, those newly generated human race planets should have long ceased to exist.

Wait…

"This simulates the birth of the universe as I perceive it! The universe exploding!"

Sterl suddenly sensed the change in the creative divine authority.

Accompanied by the infusion of Divine Power, this divine authority began its "genesis"!

This wave of Divine Power allowed creation to simulate the explosion of the universe, and afterward, Sterl sensed that it would gradually create—protons, electrons…

The basic elements of the world mentioned in the knowledge he had acquired before his transmigration.

When Sterl formally ascended to godhood, some of these fundamental elements would manifest, and as he advanced to a higher god status, the corresponding higher divine authority would also be created.

It would even generate various substances from the periodic table of elements.

One day, the universe within his mental domain would become indistinguishable from the real world!

"This is just a glimpse of the true power of a god."

"Without the support of Divine Power, it was merely water without a source, wood without roots!"