Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener Chapter 311: Crazy Head-Killing!

Due to the thod of energy infusion being similar to that of the array, Sterl slightly closed his eyes to calculate and deduce the ti it would take for the demon to level up.

This ant that the [Transcendence] side needed to break through the hell players' defenses and kill the demon within a day.

At this mont, Sterl looked at the group of hell players—these bizarre-looking players were now idly chatting with one another.

The [Transcendence] translation system faithfully fulfilled its duty.

"Damn it, why do we have to guard this demon for such a garbage task?"

"When are those cowards from the main world going to show up?"

"If I run into them, I'll make sure to tear them apart…"

…

The hell players were continuously spewing foul language, yet Sterl remained as steady as a mountain, not preparing to take action.

If he caused trouble now, killing these hell players would earn him quite a bit of rit, but it would also expose flaws in his disguise.

Why did the entire hell player squad mysteriously get wiped out, and who was involved?

If soone were to investigate, even if Sterl didn't get exposed, the attention on his disguise would increase.

Sterl wasn't adept at plotting; he simply knew that rather than relying on superb concealnt techniques, it was better not to show any signs from the start.

Sterl waited patiently until the hell squad's noisy bickering faded as they left the underground area to patrol elsewhere.

Only then did he slowly reveal himself.

Sterl's fingers trembled slightly as he tossed several items into the river of blood, also inserting so materials into his space.

A minute later, Sterl's form flickered, and he activated Shadow Stealth again, returning to the surface.

The items he had just thrown in served as catalysts, enabling the demon in the river of blood to forcibly break through to the Supre level at a critical mont.

The cost was that this demon would quickly die afterward.

But that was of no concern to Sterl; his goal was to obtain the Supre-level loot, and he only needed to complete the kill before the demon perished.

As for why he was doing this…

Earlier, Sterl had used Star Insight to check; the attributes of those hell players were not much different from those of his team, perhaps slightly weaker at most.

If Sterl wanted to ensure that the demon favored by the hell consciousness leveled up to Supre, he had to make so moves.

…

Soon, Sterl returned to his team, and the other players were not surprised to see him co back safely.

After all, he was also a demigod from the Hall of Valor, which carried so weight.

Hell players ca in various tiers; so, trained from powers comparable to the Hall of Valor, were stronger due to the harsher environnt they fought in.

However, ordinary hell players were at most evenly matched with the players from the Hall of Valor.

Even as a newcor, Leo had a decent probability of completing the scouting mission.

The purple-skinned man rarely showed a hint of a smile and approached with concern.

"How did the scouting go, Leo Bro?"

Sterl reported truthfully.

"There are four perfect-level demigods, and the others are incomplete demigods."

"Additionally, a few of them seem to carry Fla-type elental powers. One hell player, who specializes in defense, may have a weak point three inches to the left of his chest…"

Using Star Insight, he had nearly uncovered all the trump cards of those hell players, but Sterl naturally couldn't reveal everything. Otherwise, it would make "Leo" seem less straightforward and quite exceptional…

However, just the information he shared was enough to delight his teammates. With this intel, their chances against the hell players increased by at least twenty percent.

Instantly, they beca enthusiastic: "Leo, you've worked hard."

"Now it's our turn to put in the effort; you just follow behind and collect so heads."

"Alright, with this skill, it looks like you'll soon earn enough contribution points for the Platinum Skill."

…

The players were quite cheerful.

anwhile, Sterl continued to play his role, shyly smiling.

After obtaining the information, the player squad rested for a few minutes before setting off imdiately.

The purple-skinned man stood at the front. With Sterl's scouting results, he headed straight for the demon that was leveling up and threw a punch down!

Boom!!

With a series of loud crashes and tremors, a gaping hole was smashed into the rock layers.

Below, a group of hell players revealed looks of confusion.

"Didn't they say there's a natural shielding formation here?"

"Who cares? There's free at on the table; aren't you gonna eat it??"

"Finally, you're here! I've been waiting for you all for so long!"

…

The hell players displayed their usual madness, but after less than half a second of restraint, they all revealed a bloodthirsty expression.

However…

Even Sterl underestimated the capabilities of the Hall of Valor demigod squad. With the corresponding intel, the battle was simply overwhelming.

The hell players in front had just unleashed their chaotic skills, gathering various elental powers.

One thin elderly man from the Hall of Valor squad took out a dark wooden staff and ominously chanted several syllables.

As platinum light illuminated, specific elental forces in the air beca extraordinarily frenzied and chaotic.

Naturally, those hell players failed to release their abilities and suffered backlash!

"Ahhh!"

"Pfft!"

Even though the hell players had strong attributes, they were half-kneeling on the ground, spitting blood.

Sterl quietly observed from the back of the team—

As expected, the Silent Domain skill was exceptionally unique.

He marveled at it.

After using Star Insight to scout, Sterl discovered that the skill the old man was using was called [Silence], which also required both Arcane and Curse laws to activate.

However, the sealing ability was far inferior to Sterl's Silent Domain, as it could at most restrict Elental-type abilities. The consumption was not even lower than that of Silent Domain.

"Silent Domain, created to counter the Great Calamity, is likely the strongest Platinum Skill aside from skills like Shattered Void that can correspond to pseudo-divine levels," Sterl concluded, feeling a slight pain in his forehead.

The higher the quality of the skills provided by the Hall of Valor, the more he sensed that the upcoming Great Calamity was bound to be extraordinarily terrifying!

Sterl's mind wandered far and wide, yet he did not forget to attend to one crucial task—Head-Killing!

He attacked using Divine Fla Drive enhanced by Arcane Law, a capability he had hardly utilized in the Hall of Valor, which served perfectly to disguise his identity.

Amid the colorful flas, there was also the Flowing Water Blade, which could instantly shatter within a hell player's body into thousands of needle-like stabs, dealing massive killing damage.

When it ca to claiming kills, he was certain he could do so with precision.

However, it seed that Leo's attacks were all wide-area damage, making it very difficult to secure kills.

What disappointed Sterl was that not every hell player would drop a blood-colored docunt upon death.

It appeared that a squad of about three or four needed to be taken down before a docunt would appear.

Sterl had already arranged for Bionic Tear to activate the passive ability of Shadow Stealth and the space law, hiding near the hell player squad to allow the Login Terminal to absorb the docunts.

Unfortunately, the progress was slow…

The hell squad had already lost more than half of its mbers, and he had only absorbed four docunts.

Sterl frowned slightly; did this an he would have to mingle among various player squads for a long ti just to collect all the docunts?

Helpless, he used Star Insight again to assess the situation, ultimately concluding that the appearance of the docunts seed to be related to the players' potential.

It appeared that the higher the talent and rank of a profession, the more legendary abilities and rules they possessed, the greater the chance of producing docunts.

The first batch of hell players Sterl encountered was capable of suppressing the elites of the Hall of Valor; their potential was extrely high, hence the probability of dropping docunts was quite significant.

"But why is it like this?" Sterl muttered to himself.

"Could it be that players with higher potential attract more attention from Swallowing Heaven, and the power contained in the docunt contracts within them is stronger?"

He was deep in thought when...

The atmosphere on the battlefield shifted ominously.

Sterl felt as though he had only casually claid a few heads, but nearby, so players were already cursing loudly.

"Damn it! After fighting for so long, I haven't gotten a single kill!"

"Which bastard is secretly stealing my kills?"

"Don't let catch you; you'll regret it!"

…

The mbers of the Hall of Valor looked grim, while Sterl continued to play the role of Leo, joining his companions in condemning the kill-stealers.

"How shaless! How can people behave like this?"

He spoke with righteous indignation.

At the sa ti, notifications were constantly ringing in Sterl's rit ring.

[You have killed a Swallowing Heaven player (incomplete demigod), earning 50 rit points.]

[You have killed…]

[You have killed a Swallowing Heaven player (perfect-level demigod), earning 100 rit points.]

His ranking rapidly climbed from the bottom 100% to the top 60%.

…

As for the hell players, they had initially been caught off guard, and many of their frontline demigods had already fallen.

At this mont, they were utterly defenseless, shouting frantically.

"Scum! Are you brave enough for a fair 1v1?"

"How can I die here?! Impossible!"

…

However…

Seemingly in response to the hell players' unwilling cries, Sterl suddenly changed his expression and instinctively took several steps back.

A tear opened in the sky, and as it rapidly healed, multiple sealing formations spread around.

"Is this a formation to conceal presence?"

"What's happening?"

Sterl glanced from a distance and felt a chill run down his spine as he saw that the place where the spatial rift opened was filled with a strange pink aura, accompanied by echoes of wails and bizarre filth.

It was unmistakably another layer of hell!

Then…

As the spatial rift dissipated, a long spear, engulfed in blazing flas and intense heat, plunged straight into the ground.

Boom!!

In an instant, both sides of players were blown back!

Sterl was no exception; he was pushed away by the flas, stumbling backward in a disheveled manner…

Soon, the long spear began to emit thick crimson smoke, gradually transforming.