Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener-Chapter 843: The Ultimate Showdown! Speed Overwhelm!

"Kill! For the Empire! For the Marshal!"

"Radiant forever! Kill these damned Nightmare scum!"

"Block them, even if it means... giving everything!"

The soldiers' eyes widened in fury as they unleashed 200% of their combat strength, launching suicidal attacks against the Nightmare elites.

Under the power of the secret rune resonance, their combat abilities had already been greatly enhanced, reaching a level comparable to that of the top-tier gods.

Now, they discarded all sense of defense, determined to take the enemy down with them if it meant their deaths. The sheer intimidation and destructive force they unleashed made even the Nightmare generals wary. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Furthermore, among the Heavy Armor Legion and Radiant Heavy Cavalry Legion, there were powerful officers as well. These officers redirected their focus from Sterl to the Nightmare elites, and when united, they were capable of challenging even the Nightmare Marshals.

"Damned ants, nothing but impotent rage!"

"The glory of war will tear apart all those who stand in our way!"

"Let the world once again tremble under the rule of nightmares!"

The Marshals, including Rein Mengou, were also forced to unleash their full fury. Empowered by the Holy Silver, they were fearless, launching fierce attacks on the two legions.

But given the current situation, it was clear that a breakthrough was impossible in the short term, unless Sterl personally intervened.

However...

Sterl looked up and gazed towards the back of the army. There, a hundred-meter-tall beast resembling a mighty tiger was rapidly approaching, carrying a tall figure.

The figure was bathed in golden light, its aura expanding at a visible rate, with an endless stream of power rising from the soldiers through the Secret Rune power, flowing into the figure's body.

Through the secret rune resonance, this was the full strength of all the Rune Warriors, channeled into the body of Radiant Marshal Monroe for a short period—this was Monroe's greatest ability!

But activating this power came with a huge cost: at best, it would leave Monroe severely wounded; at worst, it could backfire, sending him crashing down to mortal limits.

By unlocking this power, Monroe was signaling that he was willing to pay any price to achieve his goal.

At that moment, a massive shadow soared into the battlefield, quickly reaching Sterl and lowering its towering head.

It was none other than the Nightmare Legion's Colossal War Beast, Barbatos!

As War Demon's exclusive mount, how could Barbatos stand by and watch as the enemy gained the upper hand in terms of momentum over its master?

Sterl gave a faint smile, then stepped onto Barbatos' massive head. The beast let out a mighty roar, its voice akin to the deep bellow of a dragon, and its wings spread wide, lifting it into the air.

Although one of its wings bore the marks of a heavy sword's cut, the arrogant aura it exuded remained undiminished.

At that moment, the tiger-like beast carrying Monroe arrived beneath Barbatos. It opened its blood-soaked maw, its gaze fixed intently on Barbatos in midair. It seemed ready to pounce at any opportunity, attempting to tear the creature apart and devour it.

Barbatos, likewise, glared down with a bloodthirsty look in its eyes, its killing intent boiling and its battle spirit surging.

"So, you are one of Dream Spirit Empire's three titled Marshals, Radiant Marshal Monroe?"

Sterl spoke calmly, looking down at Monroe.

From the mind of the Night Elf named Mia, he had learned some information about the Dream Spirit Empire, including the identity of the highest commander in this operation to hunt him down—Radiant Marshal Monroe.

Moreover, it seemed the Night Elf had a significant connection to Monroe. Thinking of this, Sterl's smile widened.

"Apologies, I didn't know the identity of that Night Elf, so I was a little too harsh. But rest assured, she didn't suffer much pain. After all, I only took a moment to turn that beautiful body into a lump of mush. It's a pity... the battlefield was too chaotic. That lump of flesh might have already been trampled down... or perhaps eaten by one of my less civilized subordinates."

Sterl's words carried a hint of faint apology, but they sounded far more like mockery and provocation.

Anyone else would have been enraged or lost control upon hearing such words about their loved one, seeking to retaliate in madness.

But Monroe merely took a deep breath, not even changing his expression.

He knew that without eliminating the enemy, no amount of roaring or insults would change anything—it would be nothing more than impotent rage.

Moreover, he was no saint. As a Marshal of the Legion, countless lives had been lost because of his orders, and suffering had always followed him. This time, it was simply his turn.

Now, he was fully focused on adapting to and accepting the power that surged into his body. Only by doing so could he maximize the potential of this one chance.

Seeing this, Sterl paused for a moment, a hint of surprise appearing on his face.

"You... are quite impressive."

He nodded at Monroe, then raised the Sword of the World in his hand, pointing it toward Monroe.

"Come, I give you this chance."

With those words, Sterl's expression became serious, and his focus intensified.

Although his current strength was tens of times greater than before, he did not underestimate his opponent.

A warrior who would sacrifice everything for what they protect—such a person, even if they were an enemy, was still worthy of respect.

Moreover, though his power was great, he had already sealed away much of it, and as one of the three titled Marshals, Monroe's strength could not be taken lightly. The [Transcendence] strike through time and space had left a deep impression on him, not to mention that now, with the combined power of all his soldiers, Monroe was only going to be stronger.

Thus… he would use his currently greatest strength to end this respected foe.

Monroe, too, had a similar thought, but unlike Sterl, his goal was not to defeat his opponent but to hold him off.

Through the information Mia had provided before her death, he understood that the War Demon in front of him was a terrifying monster-like existence. With his own strength, there was no chance of victory, no matter what he sacrificed.

His mission now was to hold out until reinforcements arrived, to wipe out this monster completely.

The dragon and the tiger faced off, an invisible force field swirling around them, turning the area within several dozen miles into an absolute no-go zone. Even Marshal-level warriors dared not venture into it.

After a moment, a divine light flashed in Monroe's eyes. He had already begun to adapt to the incoming power. Then, the golden Secret Rune on his chest erupted in dazzling light, and his unique Secret Rune power activated in an instant!

In an instant!

The golden light wrapped around the giant tiger beneath him, and the creature understood its purpose. Its massive form leapt into the air, charging straight for Barbatos with deadly speed.

With the enhancement of the golden light, the tiger's speed was pushed to its limit. In less than a fraction of a second, it reached Barbatos, and its sharp claws pierced deep into his body.

Monroe, using this power, also advanced toward Sterl. Countless light particles gathered in his hand, forming a long sword aimed straight for Sterl's face.

"Roar!!"

Barbatos cried out in pain, his body involuntarily beginning to fall. However, his immense combat instincts kicked in, and in an instant, his thousand-meter-long body coiled around the giant tiger, starting a fierce counterattack.

As for Sterl, he was not affected at all by Barbatos' assault. He floated steadily in midair, his gaze fixed solely on Monroe's form.

Boom!!

The two swords collided, sending a terrifying shockwave rippling outwards.

"Good speed," Sterl said, blocking the golden sword with ease. A look of faint surprise appeared in his eyes.

Monroe gathered the full strength of his army, and the speed at which he unleashed the power of the Secret Rune was even faster than his own.

If it weren't for his powerful perception, boosted after Spiritual Transcendence, which created a unique sensory circle around him with the ability to predict movements in advance, he would have had a very hard time defending against Monroe's attacks.

In this way, despite his terrifying power, he had effectively become a living target.

"It seems that after achieving the ultimate passive traits in terms of physical attributes, I must begin focusing on increasing speed. Only by balancing the four ultimate passives—strength, physique, intelligence, and agility—can I unlock the true power of the ultimate passives," Sterl thought to himself, preparing to counterattack with a sword strike that would send Monroe flying.

However, the power in his hand suddenly dissipated.

At first glance, Monroe had vanished from in front of him, and a faint sense of danger came from behind.

Clang!

The heavy sword moved sideways, just barely blocking a strike aimed at his back. The next moment, a golden sword appeared from his left, its sharp light forming a near-perfect circular barrier, trapping him inside.

Despite his strong perception, Sterl found that his body couldn't keep up with the speed. He was struck by the golden sword.

Fortunately, Monroe's speed was entirely due to his unique golden Secret Rune power, so his strength wasn't overwhelmingly powerful. While the enhanced speed still contained terrifying penetrating power, it only inflicted minor injuries, unable to cause any serious harm or critical damage.

The problem, however, was that Sterl couldn't counterattack. Whether with sword strikes or using the force of his opponent's attacks to retaliate, Monroe simply evaded every attempt.

Monroe was like a master assassin, always hiding in the shadows, striking once and then retreating immediately, refusing to engage in prolonged combat.

His strategy was clear: "Use one's strengths to attack the opponent's weaknesses."

The battle lasted only a few seconds. With their speeds reaching the [Transcendence] of light-speed, Sterl was already covered in wounds. Though they were all superficial injuries and visibly healing at an astonishing rate, they still gave an alarming impression.