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

Chapter 251: Reversal of the Formation, Refining Everything!

The players were unsure if it was an illusion or something else, but they noticed that their strength seemed to be gradually recovering. While it was only a slight increase, it was a genuine restoration.

Was there a problem with the formation, or what?

At this moment, the players reluctantly glanced at the members of the Blood Cult.

Thump!

Everyone's heartbeat slowed by half a beat.

Because the members of the Blood Cult were revealing expressions of utter despair.

The remaining players who hadn't yet reacted didn't need to turn their heads to look.

"No! No!"

"My lord! How could you have been ambushed like this??"

"Blasphemer! You will pay for this!"

...

The fanatics of the Blood Cult, who had previously been unaffected by the formation, now charged wildly toward the cocoon made of countless blood-colored threads in the sky.

They were consumed by rage, some even shedding tears!

The players could tell from their expressions that the Archduke of Blood's scheme had undoubtedly failed!

Legendary players at the scene gradually stood up, and within just a few seconds, they discovered that they were rapidly recovering, the energy extracted by the formation returning to their bodies.

"Is it really all okay now?"

"That shadow really did come to intercept?"

"Why did he save us?"

...

Despite having survived a calamity, the rapid turn of events left the players unable to fully comprehend their situation.

They felt as though they should be celebrating, but it felt somewhat unreal, like the fleeting images one sees before death...

Until—

"Ahhh!"

The fanatics of the Blood Cult let out horrific screams. They charged into the sky but were unable to launch any attacks before being torn apart and dissolved into blood-colored threads.

At this moment, the formation had reached its peak operation. Unlike before when it gradually extracted energy, it was now frantically siphoning everything within its range.

This caused some powerful beings, such as those above demigod level, to have a degree of resistance to the formation.

But it also meant that those below demigod level would suffer a gruesome fate!

In an instant, the remaining dozens of Blood Cult members were all dead!

Only the Pope remained, dazed and kneeling on the ground, a flicker of resentment and despair flashing in her eyes.

"I curse you!"

"You shall suffer the most terrifying punishments in the world, with no place to rest your bones, and your soul shall be scattered!"

She howled at the Crimson Cocoon in the sky, her once delicate features now twisted with rage.

In the end, the Pope reluctantly revealed a bitter smile: "My lord, I failed to complete your task, and instead caused you to lose your Source of Energy. You will likely be severely wounded, and your power will drop."

"Now there's no choice but to atone in this way!"

The Pope was not without intelligence; she understood that preserving her own life was the best way to serve her lord.

However, in the face of the formation, she would be refined alive.

It would be better to...

Take her own life!

At least that would prevent her life energy from being used by the enemy.

Unfortunately, she couldn't even manage to commit suicide...

With a loud clang!

The dagger the Pope held fell to the ground as her arm was dissolved into threads. Despite the intense pain, she maintained her dignity.

She calmly closed her eyes.

Boom!

She wanted to self-detonate!

But before the energy within her fully exploded, the Pope was completely transformed into threads, merging into the blood-red cocoon in the sky.

Thus, the Blood Cult organization was entirely obliterated.

At most, a few remnants of the cult would linger in various places, but the core was completely dead, and it was impossible for them to regain any power.

With the performance of the Blood Cult concluded, the players finally realized the truth: "Is the crisis really over?"

"We survived???"

"Holy crap!! We're alive!!"

"Damn! I knew that resisting earlier was useful; if those demons had slaughtered us first, would we have survived?"

"Thank you, great deity who passed by! No matter your intentions, I will definitely worship you from now on!"

...

Suddenly, everyone was laughing and crying, looking utterly frenzied.

In such a dramatic turn of events, not everyone could maintain their composure. Some players glanced at Sterl's Bionic Tear.

"Captain! We owe you our lives this time; if it weren't for your intervention, we would have all been dead!"

"Yeah, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't have lasted until that great deity appeared."

...

A group of players expressed their gratitude.

Unfortunately, the captain remained silent and aloof, not saying a word.

In reality, Sterl's main consciousness was in a state of retreat.

He had only given Bionic Tear a command to prepare for battle and would not pay any attention to the players' comments.

Seeing the captain's silence, the players looked up at the figure completely covered by the Crimson Cocoon in the sky, unable to help but click their tongues. "Who exactly is that big shot? They seem so terrifying."

"I feel like their strength is already at the god level, and they've seized the Archduke of Blood, exploiting a bug to gain abilities from another system. Sooner or later, we'll know their name…"

"Because their potential might be enough to make our entire Hall of Valor unable to compete."

"When disaster strikes, we might have to submit to them and serve as mere soldiers."

A few legendary players exchanged words, clearly showing profound respect and admiration for that mysterious powerhouse!

Even...

With so many gods, the Hall of Valor's future could only be as a lapdog to that big shot!

No wonder they thought this way...

To exploit a bug and gain powers from another world system was incredibly difficult! At least according to the records of the Hall of Valor, which spanned multiple continents, no one had ever succeeded!

This meant that, theoretically, no one from those continents had succeeded, and perhaps even more worlds had no beings capable of doing so.

What Sterl did not know was that...

The Archduke of Blood possessed power in the underworld that was at least comparable to that of a formidable Divine Power!

There were almost no gods in the Hall of Valor who could compare to it. Even a single heart was beyond what he could handle to ascend to godhood, even if he temporarily gained immense strength through the formation.

However, the Archduke of Blood could still kill him in an instant!

Unfortunately, this demon had already borne the massive punishment for exploiting the bug, and was on the verge of transforming and being reborn.

But all the rewards were snatched away, and even the Source of Energy was devoured...

It was a total loss!

At this moment, the players, having recovered from their post-crisis euphoria, realized that they were about to witness history!

A star was rising slowly.

As the players clamored, the king of the Principality of Florence slowly stood up, supporting himself against a broken stone on the ground.

"I... I'm still alive?"

He was somewhat bewildered.

And it wasn't just him; countless residents of the Principality of Florence gradually regained their senses, terrified as they retreated and rolled away, trying to escape from the demon's grasp...

However, they discovered that although the surroundings were filled with ruins, the blood-red sky was gradually becoming clear.

The towering blood-red barrier was slowly dissipating.

As for the demons that had attacked them earlier, they had long since vanished.

"Mom! Look over there! So bright!" Suddenly, a small boy wearing a coarse cloth shirt pointed at the sky. The adults around him turned to look, only to find that all the blood and all the symbols of the demons' terrifying power had been absorbed by a scarlet cocoon.

Though the Principality of Florence was in ruins, it had finally welcomed peace.

In the end, the last remnants of the blood-red light completely vanished.

The sky darkened, leaving only a bright moon to shine down, allowing people to barely see one another.

"Is this the end?"

"Did the legendary messengers of the Hall of Valor save us???"

"It must be! Were they not summoned by the king to protect us? To protect this country?"

"Long live the Hall of Valor!"

"That cocoon earlier must have been created by the great ones of the Hall of Valor; they are truly remarkable!"

...

The crowd cheered.

To them, this matter seemed quite simple. After all, it was just the defeat of the evil that summoned the demon, right?

Normally, such things would be thwarted!

Moreover, the Principality of Florence had been saved from danger by the Hall of Valor countless times; the people had grown accustomed to it.

Having survived a calamity, they felt it was only natural, nothing unreasonable about it.

As the citizens cheered, the Crimson Cocoon in the sky seemed to absorb energy to its limit before suddenly vanishing, leaving behind a resounding and eerie sound.

"I am Solomon, the master of the seventy-two pillars of demon gods!"

This voice was inspired by the spy novels from Sterl's past life; he used a recording device to capture the demon's roar and then adjusted it syllable by syllable to produce this sentence.

After all, it would be impossible to trace this phrase back to Sterl himself. Instead, everyone would have a reasonable assumption—

A powerful being who had exploited a bug to gain hellish abilities would certainly disdain to tell lies, so they should investigate this Solomon.

Sterl, however, simply thought of the name Solomon because he absorbed the demon's power.

If you really want to investigate, go ahead; I guarantee you'll be left scratching your head.

At this moment, the Crimson Cocoon was tossed into a location that Sterl himself was not even aware of, using an upgraded teleportation scroll.

Then, Sterl struggled to maintain a semblance of clarity, continuously absorbing the immense power while trying to resist the feeling of drowsiness, all while controlling Bionic Tear.

What relieved Sterl was that, from Bionic Tear's perspective, the players were chatting and no one suspected anything was off with "David."

After all, their minds were in a state of half-collapse...

"Finally, it's over. Honestly, I was really afraid that big shot would suddenly come out and cause trouble."

"After going through this ordeal, to be honest, I won't want to leave the Hall of Valor for at least half a year…"