Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener Chapter 832: Holy Silver!

But now, it seed that the inability to suppress his aura was not necessarily a bad thing.

At this point, his strength had surpassed the ti for pretending to be weak and hiding his true abilities. Instead, presenting himself in this terrifyingly powerful form made others more inclined to revere and submit to him.

True strength never requires concealnt because no matter how many trump cards one lays bare, their sheer power and the speed at which they grow will only instill fear and hopelessness in others. Even their weaknesses would remain far beyond what others could imagine.

"I have completely opened the path to the outside world," Sterl said, his gaze sweeping around. His expression was calm, almost detached.

Upon hearing these words, so of the marshals displayed expressions of understanding, while the others tightened their faces, their hearts swelling with excitent and joy.

The Lord of War had managed to escape from the Eternal Light World without relying on the key. There was hope now! They could finally escape this damned prison!

For forty thousand years, forty thousand years of confinent had brought them to the brink of ntal collapse. When the key shattered earlier, many had almost lost their sanity. But now, the Lord of War had brought a new hope!

At this mont, every pair of eyes turned toward Sterl, filled with reverence and even a trace of fanaticism, as if they were followers gazing upon a god.

Feeling the shift in the emotions of the Nightmare Elite around him, Sterl inwardly nodded. It was only with such a reckless attitude that they could break free from their shackles and obtain their freedom.

Seeing the perfect opportunity, Sterl spoke again.

"However, the King of Many Causes has discovered our purpose. He has already set up layers of blocks and heavy forces at the exit, trying to completely erase the glory of Nightmare."

His words caused a brief mont of silence. Then, heavy breaths filled the air, and the murderous intent hidden deep within the hearts of the Nightmare Elite erupted uncontrollably.

"King of Many Causes! Again, the King of Many Causes! To imprison us for forty thousand years, and now, he still wants to erase us completely—damn him! Damn him!!"

"Whoever dares to block my path, even if I must sacrifice everything, I will tear them apart!"

"A re waste from the Dream Spirit Empire! We are the Nightmare Legion, the most powerful commanders! What does it matter if they have an army of a hundred thousand, or even ten million?!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

"Destroy them! We swear to defend His Majesty's glory to the death!"

"The nightmare will never end! Their actions will bring nightmares upon them, dragging themselves into the abyss!"

Many of the strong warriors roared angrily, each of them eager to rush out and rip the head of the King of Many Causes from his body right this mont!

"No one can stand against His Majesty's glory! I... Marshal of Gluttony, Rein! I am willing to be your vanguard general!"

At that mont, the strongest of the ten marshals, Marshal Rein of Gluttony, slowly stepped forward.

This massive creature, resembling a ball of flesh, was covered in grey-black, hardened skin, giving it a grotesque and fearso appearance. Yet, its entire being was imbued with an explosive sense of power.

Sterl quietly observed Rein, who slightly lowered his head as a sign of respect, though he was deeply shocked internally.

Because what he felt, the overwhelming pressure coming from the warlord, was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The intensity of this pressure was all too familiar, as though it was coming from a pure force field.

Could this an that this mysterious lord was stronger than him on a physical level?!

This realization sent a chill down Rein's spine. After all, his power was the most formidable within the entire Nightmare Legion; otherwise, he wouldn't have been one of the ten marshals. All his talents had been focused on enhancing his strength.

If given enough energy, accumulated over ti, even the Nightmare Overlord at full strength would pale in comparison to his raw power!

But now...

Looking at the figure before him—standing only three ters tall, muscular yet not overwhelming—he could not fathom how such a body could harbor such terrifying power!

The next mont, Marshal Walker, the most calculating and sinister of the marshals, stepped forward and made his pledge.

Then ca the third, the fourth... Before long, all ten marshals had declared their loyalty and battle intent.

As for Wood and the rest of the elite guards, there was no need to ntion them. Since Sterl's arrival, they had stood silently behind him, their expressions solemn and quiet, like a sword ready to unsheathe at any mont.

"Very well, I see your determination. The war shall protect you all," Sterl said, his mind shifting slightly, activating the War Soul Resonance.

Although his forces hadn't yet reached ten thousand and most of them were Nightmare Elites, each at least possessing an upper-level divine authority, they were unable to receive the full terrifying effects of the War Soul Awakening. Still, so benefits were still granted.

For instance, War Rhythm and rapid marching.

Instantly, all the Nightmare Elites felt a mysterious power surge within their bodies, making them faster and imbuing their charge with an unstoppable montum.

Then, Sterl waved his hand. A large quantity of silvery-white liquid transford into several spherical orbs, each with a diater of one ter, appearing before him.

"Rein, try to see if you can absorb these," Sterl instructed.

These silver-white orbs were unmistakably the remnants of the silver-white monsters that had invaded, transford after death.

It should be noted that these silver-white monsters, at their weakest, reached the third-class limit, and even so had attained legendary ranks. The Demon Beast from earlier had even reached the divine rank. Therefore, the silver-white liquid produced after their death undoubtedly contained vast amounts of energy.

However, this energy was incredibly difficult to absorb. Even the world itself could only slowly digest it, absorbing it over the course of millennia. Ordinary beings had no hope of utilizing it at all.

Clearly, this was a power deliberately created by the behind-the-scenes forces, with the intent of preventing any possibility of utilizing the energy from enemies.

Sterl also tried absorbing so of it. Under the imnse transforming power of his Star-Bone Sacred Body, he was able to use it. However, he quickly discovered that any energy he controlled was far more efficient than this silver-white liquid. For him, it was simply not worth much and was, at best, a waste to discard.

As for asking Rein to try it, that was rely an idea he'd entertained earlier. He had noticed that these Nightmare Elites were fundantally different from other beings in the [Transcendence] world. The scene of them devouring the Twisted Power of Nightmares after breaking out of their prison was still vivid in his mory.

This gave him the idea to experint. If it was successful, then the vast amount of silver-white liquid in his storage could be fully utilized.

Rein, looking at the silver-white orb in front of him, did not hesitate or refuse. Moreover, he could not refuse a war order. Especially now, with the hope of escaping, if he showed any reluctance, the Nightmare Elites around him might tear him apart before Sterl even had to intervene.

Without further delay, he extended his fleshy arm, grabbed the silver-white orb, and fed it into his mouth.

His massive mouth, filled with shark-like, razor-sharp teeth, opened almost to a 180-degree angle, and with a single motion, he swallowed the orb whole.

After swallowing the silver-white orb, Rein's terrifying digestive ability kicked into high gear.

It should be noted that in his youth, due to his weakness, he had once been able to consu and absorb even the soil tainted with Nightmare impurities. It was this very talent that allowed him to grow stronger and rise to prominence, becoming one of the marshals of the Nightmare Legion in just a few hundred years.

"Hmm!?"

Suddenly, Rein paused, a hint of surprise appearing on his face.

"How does it feel?" Sterl asked.

"Your Majesty, the energy in this liquid is extrely pure. Although the absorption rate is slow, it continuously transforms into the most suitable energy for my body. In fact, even... the life source I've lost is slowly recovering. Moreover... it seems to be enhancing my strength, though this process is slower."

Rein's expression grew even more astonished.

As one of the ten marshals of the Nightmare Legion, a figure of high rank and authority, there was little in this world that he hadn't consud. However, he had never encountered anything like this substance. It was almost as if it were the perfect nourishnt for the Nightmare Beings—tailored and ideal!

His intuition told him that if this mysterious energy were injected into the body of a newborn Nightmare Being, it could increase their potential and accelerate their growth speed!

He laid out everything he had felt and discovered about the silver-white liquid in great detail.

Upon hearing Rein's report, Sterl was montarily stunned.

He never expected that the silver-white liquid, ford from the death of those monsters, would have such a powerful effect on the Nightmare Beings!

It wasn't just Sterl; the other marshals and Nightmare Elites also wore expressions of astonishnt. They all trusted Rein's judgnt, but if this substance really had the effects Rein described, it seed almost too powerful.

Walker and the other marshals couldn't help but glance toward Sterl. This mysterious Lord of War not only seed to possess unfathomable strength, but his thods were endless, deep, and unpredictable.

Although Sterl was surprised internally, he maintained a calm expression, as though he had anticipated this all along.

After a brief silence, he spoke slowly.

"This is Holy Silver, the most powerful sacred artifact of the Nightmare Beings."

The effects of this silver-white liquid were so impressive that it surely deserved a na that carried so prestige.