Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener-Chapter 800: The Core of the Marshal!

As these words were spoken, the previously noisy scene fell into an instant silence.

All eyes turned towards him.

He was enormous—though not as imposing as Wood, his body spanned five meters in width, resembling a twisted mass of flesh, sitting firmly on the ground with an overwhelming presence.

This marshal's name was Rein, and among the ten marshals, he was the one with the most terrifying strength.

Strength was the core of all his abilities. Simple and crude, yet extremely powerful. His city-crushing capabilities were so formidable that even Barbatos couldn't compare to him in that regard.

However, despite the fact that all ten marshals were cunning and experienced, if one were to pick the one who was a little more straightforward than the others, it would be Rein.

"What are you all looking at?" he sneered, his mouth, filled with jagged teeth, splitting open in a grotesque grin. "If you have the guts, come try and eat me."

Instantly, the number of gazes directed at him halved, though some strong individuals still stared at him calmly, unshaken.

"Heh, it's just my guess, after all. We don't have any means of observing the outside world. That scum King of Many Causes destroyed the key, and the warlord was forcibly teleported away. No word has come from him for a long time. It's truly worrying..."

Rein tightened his stomach, his eyes gleaming with greed as he looked at the many Nightmare Beings around him.

His appetite was terrifying. He was the Disaster of Gluttony in the Nightmare Legion, and this hunger was the source of his power.

Having not fed properly for tens of thousands of years, now that he was free from the seal, his gluttonous cravings were nearing their peak. If the situation grew chaotic, he would be the first to act.

"Rein, stop speculating about the warlord. It's forbidden. If the warlord holds you accountable for this, you won't be able to bear the consequences," Walker said, casting a sidelong glance at Rein. His empty eyes revealed no emotion.

"Pah, rotting skeleton," Rein muttered back under his breath. He was wary of Walker's silent abilities, and unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn't choose to make an enemy of him.

Moreover, Walker's words seemed to carry a hidden meaning.

With that thought, Rein sneered coldly and returned to his silence.

However, many of the Nightmare Beings around them were beginning to lose their patience. Their tolerance had already been worn thin, and now, provoked further, they were becoming increasingly restless.

Feelings of distortion and destruction rippled in their hearts.

This was the aftereffect of being sealed for tens of thousands of years. As top-tier powerhouses, they shouldn't be this reckless, but the long-term seal had made them prone to bouts of chaos.

If they lost control of their hearts, the descent into madness was not far behind.

Especially with Walker's words—if the warlord held them accountable, the one he chose to die would meet their end.

But the key issue now was that the warlord's life or death remained unknown. How could anyone be blamed?

The deeper meaning behind this statement became clear with just a moment of thought.

In an instant, the Nightmare Leaders around them became increasingly uneasy.

Each of them, in the outside world, was a powerhouse capable of inciting a terrifying catastrophe. But here, they were mere hyenas in the midst of a pack of vicious tigers.

If the situation collapsed, these hungry, crazed tigers would be the first to devour them.

Seeing this, Walker's eyes, two flames of soul burning in his gaze, flickered slightly, though it was unclear what was going through his mind.

At that moment, Wood, the massive figure, slowly stood up. His grotesque serrated blade hung in his hand, resembling a ruthless executioner.

"Shut up."

With those words, a hundred of his personal guards simultaneously scanned the surroundings, their gazes sharp and hostile.

It could be said that, after Sterl's disappearance, Wood, as the captain of the personal guards, held the most power. Combined with his strength, even other marshals were somewhat wary of him.

"The warlord is currently in no danger. I can feel it," Wood stated, extending his hand. A blood-red orb floated in his palm. This orb seemed unremarkable, yet the life energy radiating from it unmistakably belonged to Sterl!

From the life fluctuations, it was clear that its owner was in perfect health, showing no signs of injury.

Although no one knew where Wood had obtained it, the majority of the Nightmare Elites felt a sense of relief.

War Demon was their only chance to escape the Eternal Light World. As long as Sterl was alive, they still had hope.

Rein also watched the orb, his eyes narrowing in confusion. The energy from the orb was indeed unblemished, and it seemed to fluctuate in real-time, not something left behind beforehand. This surprised him even more.

But the next moment, two massive eyes were staring directly at him—Wood's eyes, glaring at him.

"If I hear you making baseless speculations again, I'll kill you."

Wood said coldly, showing no concern at all that his threat was directed at a Nightmare Grand Marshal, one of the core high-ranking figures, second only to Nightmare Overlord, and one of the most powerful in combat.

Hearing this, Rein narrowed his eyes, then looked away first, not bothering to argue. He knew very well that this madman would do anything. This wasn't a threat—it was a notification.

If he entertained any thoughts of mischief, the large blade in Wood's hand would undoubtedly strike him down.

Compared to his wariness of Walker, Wood posed a greater threat to him.

Wood was a powerhouse focused on strength and close combat, while Rein was more skilled in blade techniques. The former was naturally countered by the latter, especially with that gruesome greatsword, whose strikes would deal devastating damage to him.

Moreover, Rein couldn't be certain whether the remaining hundred personal guards would join in to surround him. If no other marshals assisted him, he could easily be hacked to death.

Rein chose silence, and it was clear that the other powerful figures did not dare to speak either.

Seeing this, Wood remained expressionless. However, he knew that as long as no other marshals took the lead, these individuals wouldn't stir up any trouble.

As for the marshals, after this, they would fall in line and patiently wait.

Although they were somewhat skeptical about the orb that could detect the warlord's life force, they couldn't confirm that it was fake either. So, as long as there was still hope, they would maintain the current stability together.

Dream Spirit Empire Capital, Land of Eternal Sealing.

Monroe sat calmly atop a massive beast that resembled a fierce tiger, his gaze fixed on the spot where Sterl had disappeared.

"Radiant Marshal," a subordinate reported respectfully, "The Mystic Arts Academy has informed us that no traces of spatial or dimensional distortions have been found. There has been no anomaly in the flow of time either. As for the Land of Nightmares, there has been no activity from them in the past two days. It seems they are unaware that War Demon has left the Eternal Light World."

The officer patiently relayed all the intelligence gathered over the last two days.

Monroe listened intently to the information without showing any sign of emotion on his face, as though everything was under his control.

Once all the information was received, Monroe paused for a moment in thought before slowly speaking.

"Continue to maintain the blockade. Do not overlook any areas. Have the Sealing Sanctum send some sealing mages to set up a large sealing formation within a hundred-mile radius. If any unusual fluctuations occur, send word to me immediately."

Monroe quickly issued his orders. After the officer took his leave, Monroe remained seated, perfectly still, just like a statue.

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This was the level of discipline and composure expected of an imperial marshal.

Although, in his view, the threat posed by War Demon seemed somewhat exaggerated and even a little weak, once war was declared, regardless of whether the enemy was strong or not, he would unleash his full power to eradicate them completely.

This was not only out of respect for the enemy but also to eliminate any potential for unexpected complications.

As the Radiant Marshal of the Empire, Monroe did not allow for any disruptions, because if any unexpected event were to occur, the ones who would bear the consequences would not be the high-ranking officials of the Empire, nor himself, but the soldiers on the front lines under his command.

"War Demon... a useless struggle."

He muttered softly, and a flash of golden light flickered on his chest. Immediately after, his eyes seemed to hollow out.

It wasn't that he was under attack; he was activating his ability to communicate remotely.

As an imperial marshal, the legions under his command were not limited to just the heavy-armored legion and the Radiant Heavy Cavalry.

These two legions were the elite forces under his command, but beyond them, he controlled eight more legions, each with a million soldiers. These armies had all been left stationed on the front lines.

Now, he was using some form of arcane skill to communicate remotely with those eight legions.

"Mobilize the forces, attack the Land of Nightmares."

A brief order was all that was needed for this transmission.

Monroe's eyes returned to their normal state, and for the first time, a rare smile appeared on his face.

What he had just issued was a full-scale attack on the Land of Nightmares!

The Dream Spirit Empire had never fully eradicated the Land of Nightmares. One reason was to prevent any last-ditch retaliation from the Land of Nightmares at the moment of its death. The other reason was that it simply wasn't necessary.

The Land of Nightmares was too barren; it was so poor that even if they conquered it, it would be an unpalatable prize, essentially useless.

But now, Monroe was making this move to sever the last hope of War Demon.

In his view, even if War Demon managed to break free from the blockade and encirclement, his goal would be to return to the Land of Nightmares and regroup. So, Monroe decided to end it once and for all by completely destroying the Land of Nightmares, preventing any possibility of regrouping.

This way, no matter how powerful War Demon became, there would be no way out—only death.

"Those of the past should remain forever silent."

Monroe muttered to himself. Although he longed for the chance to face the legendary War Demon on the battlefield, he knew that the stability of the Empire and the lives of his soldiers were far more important than this battle.

When he voluntarily became the Empire's marshal, he had already cast aside any notions of fame or glory.