Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener-Chapter 835: The War Mechanism! The Battle Officially Begins!

"Block them!"

"Protect His Majesty!"

At Sterl's warning, all the Nightmare Elites quickly activated their abilities. Waves of sharp attacks surged toward the massive crossbow bolts flying through the air.

Under the combined strength of numerous Nightmare leaders, generals, and lords, most of the crossbow bolts were shattered into pieces.

However, a few still managed to slip through.

Some Nightmare leaders, unable to dodge in time, were struck by the suddenly accelerated bolts and were instantly obliterated. They were reduced to nothing before they even had a chance to utilize the Holy Silver's healing effects, dying on the spot.

These bolts were infused with a large amount of rune power, moving silently through the air. If it hadn't been for the War Rhythm's ability, which instantly alerted everyone, the casualties would have been at least multiplied by several times.

"Damn it, what is this? How could Dream Spirit Empire scum have such weapons!?"

Rein trembled as he crushed a crossbow bolt that had pierced through his chest. The gaping wound began to heal rapidly.

Recalling the power of these bolts, he realized that any general hit by them would certainly die, and even ordinary soldiers would be decimated in one shot!

It was important to note that even during the peak of the Nightmare Legion, there were no more than a thousand Nightmare Generals, so the power of these weapons was truly terrifying.

Nearby, Nightmare Worm, who had restored his humanoid form, also looked grim. His armor-like abdominal shell was covered in numerous cracks.

Even with his formidable defense, he had suffered significant damage. If he had still been in his full monstrous form, he likely would have been shot full of holes, severely wounded at the very least.

As for Sterl, he was protected by over a hundred powerful elite guards and shielded by the Colossal War Beast Barbatos. He was not affected by the rain of arrows, but the power of those crossbow bolts still shocked him.

However, shortly after, a new premonition surged within him. The second wave of the war mechanism was about to strike!

"Another wave!?"

"Are they treating me like a live target!?"

Receiving Sterl's signal, the Nightmare Elites were thoroughly frustrated. They hadn't even seen the enemy yet, and they were already being bombarded by all sorts of weapons!

From all directions, the sunlight seemed to intensify, growing clearer and more distinct.

But in reality, these were not beams of sunlight at all. They were columns of light, each carrying terrifying destructive power!

In an instant, blinding beams of light became the only thing visible to the Nightmare Elites. Countless laser-like beams of light completely enveloped the center of the Land of Eternal Sealing!

When the blinding lights finally faded, what remained of the Land of Eternal Sealing was a vast crater, several dozen miles in diameter, its surface now a charred black crystal.

The surrounding seals, formations, and the towering Elven Ancient Tree had all been reduced to dust, dissipating without a trace under the indiscriminate onslaught.

The laser cluster cannon had only just ceased firing when countless tiny, needle-like objects, resembling the tips of needles, fell like a dense rain, carpeting the already crystallized land at an incredible speed. These fine, sharp needles, moving at speeds close to that of light, easily pierced even the highly crystallized land beneath them.

This deadly rain of needles continued for over a minute before it finally began to subside.

But in the next moment, a ten-meter-wide, jet-black cylindrical object fell from the sky, striking the ground with pinpoint accuracy.

The terrifying explosion echoed across the heavens and the earth. A chaotic surge of Power of Soul Dream rampaged within a hundred-mile radius, as the jet-black cylinders—resembling orbital weapons from a science fiction world—unleashed apocalyptic levels of power.

After the cylinders impacted, another type of war mechanism followed...

Massive waves of attacks surged, releasing a terrifying level of destructive force. Most of these weapons had never been used or displayed before. This was because in the vast Dreamland, no race had been a match for the Dream Spirit Empire's human forces. Thus, there had been no need to employ such weapons to instill fear.

The continuous bombardment lasted nearly half an hour, with more than ten types of war mechanisms taking turns to strike. Only after expending all their accumulated power did the assault finally begin to subside.

"War is not just about bloody combat. The weapons created by intelligence are just as much a part of power," Monroe said, watching the Land of Eternal Sealing, now reduced to a hellish battlefield by over ten different war mechanisms.

"You are right. War Demon probably doesn't understand just how powerful the Empire has become. Even the so-called Nightmare Legion of the past would be no match for the Empire's might. It's only because the Emperor and the Marshals are merciful that they don't want to see soldiers bleed and die. Otherwise, why would they go to such lengths to deal with a failed remnant of an old era?"

The officer beside him responded with a tone full of pride and disdain, showing no attempt to hide his feelings.

Monroe shook his head slightly at the officer's words.

"While that may be true, we must never underestimate any enemy, especially one like War Demon, who once nearly drove the Empire to the brink of destruction."

The officer shuddered slightly, daring not to speak further, and simply nodded in agreement.

After all, if War Demon was considered trash, then what did that make the Dream Spirit Empire of forty thousand years ago, which had been nearly driven to despair by War Demon? Certainly, they had been far below even the level of trash.

Even though he didn't intend it, the Empire was not a monolithic entity, and if this reached the ears of those with ulterior motives, it might not be long before someone met an untimely end.

The position of the Deputy Marshal of the Radiant Grand Marshal was highly coveted.

"Prepare the entire army, ready for battle."

Under the effect of the secret rune resonance, his command spread throughout the entire army.

The power of the war mechanisms was indeed formidable, but Monroe was not arrogant enough to think that merely relying on some war mechanisms would be enough to kill War Demon.

After all, War Demon was a being strong enough to easily evade even his rune-based techniques. Forty thousand years ago, War Demon had been one of the most powerful forces, second only to the Nightmare Overlord.

Sure enough, the moment the command was issued, a surge of dense Power of Nightmares suddenly rose from the desolate battlefield filled with frenzied energy.

"A bunch of damn scum! You think you're having fun with that explosion?!"

Rein's voice echoed, and in the next instant, a massive, ghostly figure shot out from the crater, covering a distance of several dozen miles in the blink of an eye. It reached the edge of the blockade, where the heavy-armored legion was stationed.

Boom!!

A muffled explosion, followed by flesh and armor flying in all directions, and dust swirling into the air.

Rein, with his spherical, bloated body, was now covered in horrific wounds, one of which had torn through two-thirds of his body from the side, nearly splitting him in half!

The Holy Silver power he had stored within himself had been forcibly consumed by nearly half!

If not for the Holy Silver's effects, he likely would have been in a weakened state by now.

Fueled by boundless fury, four more arms suddenly extended from Rein's sides. He grabbed more than ten heavy-armored soldiers, opened his jagged mouth, and stuffed them inside.

Splatter!

Flesh flew, bones shattered.

The heavy-armored soldiers let out horrible screams before being swallowed whole.

"Kill! Surround and destroy this monster!"

The soldiers around him showed no fear; on the contrary, their eyes blazed with fury as they closed in, weapons raised.

Empowered by the secret rune resonance, they were the elite corps of the Radiant Legion, most of them at a divine-tier strength. Now, they were even stronger, reaching the upper-middle ranks of the divine tier!

With the added protection of their rune-imbued heavy armor, their defenses were among the top ranks of the divine tier!

A thousand or ten thousand of these heavy-armored soldiers might not be able to defeat Marshal Rein of Gluttony, but once the numbers surpassed one hundred thousand, even Rein would eventually be slowly torn apart.

However, Rein was not the only Nightmare Elite still alive!

Figures shot out from the deep crater, howling like wolves attacking a flock of sheep, as they charged into the restricted zone.

Thousands of Nightmare Elites, twisted by the Land of Nightmares and resembling monsters themselves, fell into the heavy-armored legion with a single, swift movement. In just one encounter, over a thousand soldiers were slaughtered on the spot, their flesh and souls devoured completely!

"Trash! You were meant to be food!"

"Come on! Weren't you having fun with that explosion earlier? Let's keep going!!"

"I'll eat you all! All of you!"

"Wail! Scream! Let your blood and flesh entertain me!"

At the rear, Sterl watched this scene silently. Over a hundred of his elite guards, including Wood, remained by his side. While they appeared somewhat disordered, none had fallen.

The great battle was about to erupt.

The earlier war mechanisms had indeed unleashed massive destructive power, but with the resistance of the ten marshals, the elite guard, and the hundred lords, most of the force had been mitigated.

As a result, the damage caused was not as horrific as it initially seemed.

However, even with this defense, more than a thousand Nightmare leaders had fallen, and nearly a hundred Nightmare generals had perished. Fortunately, none of the lord-level warriors had been lost. After all, both the lords and the elite guards were at the peak of the divine authority tier, making them much harder to kill.

"You go as well."

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, Wood led over a hundred of his elite guards into the fray, pushing forward with all their might toward the Land of Nightmares, attempting to break through.

As for the idea of staying behind to protect Sterl, Wood did not voice it. He knew that the elite guards were now more of a symbol of status. The Lord of War needed no protection—his power was far greater than anyone else's!

Even with nearly four thousand powerful warriors—whose strength ranged from being as strong as the Dream Spirit Empire's captains to those reaching the level of marshals—attacking with full force, even the heavy-armored legion, one of Radiant Legion's finest, was clearly struggling to hold up. Every second brought a significant loss of life.

Especially the ten Nightmare Marshals, each one's destructive power rivaling that of a natural disaster!