Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener-Chapter 847: Successful Escape!

To rise to the highest rank among the Nightmare Legion at its peak, each of the ten Marshals was no weakling. They all possessed unique and formidable abilities.

Take Dick, for example. His mastery over space and his ability to manipulate it reached the highest level. Combined with his speed, he could move through space for extended periods, carrying out assassination and surprise attacks.

If the ten Marshals were to unite and given some time, they could unleash a terrifying level of destruction. On the battlefield, their teamwork would be comprehensive, preventing the entire Nightmare Legion from being targeted by any specific attack.

In addition, the elite guards and lord-level warriors also had their own trump cards.

From the previous battles, it was clear that despite the Dream Spirit Empire's Radiant Legion setting up numerous formations and encirclements, the number of Nightmare warriors lost had still not surpassed half.

This demonstrated the immense strength and survival capability of these Nightmare warriors.

This was also why Sterl had invested time and energy to rescue all of them.

Whether for reuniting the legion or for combating the Dream Spirit Empire, these warriors were indispensable as core fighting forces.

Then, Sterl looked toward the Sky Griffon Knight Legion, which was pursuing them from the side. With a slight movement of his thoughts,

Barbatos immediately understood his intent and gradually slowed down.

Otherwise, at Barbatos' speed, no matter how fast the Sky Griffons were, they would only be kicking up dust behind him.

"Persistent in their pursuit, but alas... they're too late. This was always destined to be their fate."

With those words, he raised the heavy sword in his hand high. A faint crimson glow drifted across the blade.

At the same time, he began to release the power he had suppressed to only fifty percent. Now, with two-thirds of his strength, it once again gathered in his hand.

Overlord Sword · Slash!!

In an instant, the heavy sword swung down toward the Sky Griffon Knight Legion behind them.

A crimson sword aura, like the scythe of death, ruthlessly sliced toward them.

But at that moment, the Sky Griffon Army quickly shifted their formation into a massive triangular shape. All the strength of the Sky Griffon Knights poured into the warriors at the front of the formation, one of them charging headfirst to meet the Overlord Sword's energy.

Boom!!!

The ground shook, and a terrifying shockwave expanded into a deathly ring, spreading outward.

The ten or so Sky Griffons at the front of the formation screamed in agony as their bodies exploded. The Sky Griffon Knights on their backs were not spared either, instantly falling to their doom.

However, the terrifying sword strike from Sterl was forcibly neutralized and erased, disappearing without a trace.

Just as the Sky Griffon Army prepared to continue their pursuit, the savage force that had been hidden behind the sword aura truly descended!

Boom!!!

Suddenly, all the Sky Griffon Knights were struck by a tremendous force. Hundreds, even thousands, of griffins were heavily injured, unable to maintain even the basic ability to fly.

The entire formation was violently shattered, and more than a hundred Sky Griffon Knights fell under this overwhelming force.

Sterl maintained his sword-swinging posture, his gaze as calm as an ancient pool of water.

The strike he had unleashed with only twenty percent of his strength had caused despair even in Monroe, let alone the Sky Griffon Knights who had hastily rushed to meet it.

He glanced behind him and was certain that the elite of the Dawn Legion would not dare to pursue further. Of course, if they insisted on chasing, he wouldn't hesitate to spare a little more time and leave them all behind!

Barbatos let out a triumphant roar and turned, heading toward the direction of the Nightmare elites.

As expected, after facing Sterl's devastating sword strike, the commander of the Sky Griffon Knight Legion was filled with shock. He immediately issued an order to stop the pursuit and tend to the wounded.

This command marked the complete failure of the Dream Spirit Empire's attempt to trap and encircle War Demon!

With no further obstacles, under the lead of the ten Marshals, the Nightmare warriors who had escaped from the Land of Eternal Sealing flew toward the Land of Nightmares with ease.

Even when passing through some cities along the way, they encountered no resistance.

Clearly, the high-ranking officials of the Dream Spirit Empire had realized just how powerful War Demon's combat ability was.

Any reckless counterattack would mean facing the wrath of thousands of Nightmare warriors. Without a large army to carry out a siege, the defending soldiers would have no chance of resistance. In fact, it would only lead to incredible losses, and entire cities could be destroyed.

With the Nightmare elites—whose weakest members were already at the level of upper divine authority—moving at full speed, the distance to the Land of Nightmares was quickly shrinking.

One day later, after passing through a massive Secret Rune wall towering a thousand meters high, they had completely exited the territory of the Dream Spirit Empire.

"Finally out!"

"Hahahaha! I never thought I'd live to see the light of day again!"

"The scent of freedom is so intoxicating!"

One after another, the Nightmare warriors eagerly surveyed their surroundings, greedily inhaling the outside air, as if reminiscing about the days of forty thousand years ago.

Everything had happened so fast—from escaping the Eternal Light World, to fighting through the battles, to finally breaking through the encirclement and returning to freedom, all in just two days!

Though the journey had been perilous, with countless strong warriors falling along the way, compared to the long-lost freedom they had regained, all of it had been worth it.

Sterl wore a look of deep contemplation.

However, his reflections were not about the life-threatening escape but rather about the vastness of the Dream Spirit Empire's territory and the strength of its national power!

After all, although they had not used space jumps or traversals during their journey, even the flight speed of an upper divine authority, while not quite reaching the speed of light, far exceeded the usual cosmic speed of regular worlds.

Even with such speed, it took them an entire day to travel from the Imperial Capital to this point.

And this was only the radius of the Dream Spirit Empire. The entire empire's size likely rivaled that of small stars!

Moreover, every city they passed through along the way was thriving, with most of them protected by Secret Rune formations. Every citizen of the empire lived free from worry, with access to food and a happy life. For such a vast empire, this was nothing short of a miracle.

It was clear that after forty thousand years of development, the foundation and strength of the Dream Spirit Empire had reached an unimaginable level.

No wonder the Dream Spirit Empire had twelve Marshals and twelve full-fledged legions, numbering more than one hundred million soldiers!

Sterl even suspected that, in a critical period, the Dream Spirit Empire could mobilize even more well-trained legions.

Thinking of this, even Sterl, in his current state, felt a hint of pressure.

Against such an empire, with his own strength alone, unless he grew tens of times more powerful, there was no way he could defeat such a mighty empire.

Therefore, returning to the Land of Nightmares, raising a Nightmare Legion, and leveraging the War Soul Resonance power of the legion was the best way to fight back against the Dream Spirit Empire.

"Let's go. We must return to the Land of Nightmares. The Dream Spirit Empire won't give us much time."

Sterl's voice rang out slowly. Immediately, all the high-ranking Nightmare elites fell silent, standing at attention. Even though their hearts still boiled with excitement, Sterl's position in their minds had long surpassed that of even the former War Demon or Nightmare Overlord due to the methods and strength he had displayed.

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts, a tremendous pressure mounting.

Before leaving the Eternal Light World, they had held the Dream Spirit Empire in great contempt. After all, the Dream Spirit Empire had nearly been turned to ashes by them, and they had only been trapped in the Eternal Light through a cunning conspiracy.

But after their return, just one battle had completely changed their perspective.

The Dream Spirit Empire, after forty thousand years of development, now felt unrecognizable. The empire was powerful, prosperous, and its foundation was deeper than they could have ever imagined.

Every city within the Dream Spirit Empire had its own garrison and a vast array of defensive mechanisms, all connected to large-scale spatial transfer formations.

The once-easily-defeated enemy had now transformed into a colossal force.

Soon, everyone collected their emotions and, without stopping for a moment, continued toward the Land of Nightmares. They knew that the next time they faced the Dream Spirit Empire, it would be the true final battle. The Empire would undoubtedly mobilize all of its power to deliver a fatal blow, leaving them no second chance.

...

In the Imperial Capital, within the Sanctuary of Healing.

On a pristine white bed, Monroe slowly opened his eyes, a trace of confusion flashing through them.

In the next moment, he suddenly sat up, immediately activating the power of the Secret Rune, prepared for any danger.

However, the surroundings were not the brutal battlefield he remembered, but rather an empty golden hall.

"Radiant Marshal, the war is over."

At that moment, a calm voice sounded beside him. Monroe turned his head and saw a doctor dressed in a white robe with a bird-like beak, calmly staring at him.

Suddenly, a flood of memories rushed into his mind.

The indescribable, world-destroying force, the deep and vast eyes, the agonized and unyielding screams of the soldiers, the exploding bodies and flying limbs, the blood pooling in rivers...

Scenes flashed before his eyes one by one. Monroe's expression shifted from surprise to a mix of complexity and pain, finally falling into silence.

"Yes, the war is over. I... failed."

He sighed deeply. A man who had never tasted defeat in his life never imagined that, even after making complete preparations, he would still be defeated by the legendary War Demon—and so thoroughly.

The elite forces of the Radiant Legion had almost all been lost in that battle. Those soldiers who had entrusted their lives to him had closed their eyes forever.

Thinking of this, Monroe closed his eyes, his heart burning like a raging fire, enduring the torment and pain.