Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined

Chapter 668: Chapter668-That Figure Whose Presence Brought Peace

In the starry expanse of the myriad races—

"O lost children of the world, adrift in the bitter sea of sin, place your faith in the Kingdom of Heaven. Only thus may you set foot upon the path to eternal life. Amen!"

Holy voices poured from the mouths of the angels. Golden radiance surged forth in mighty torrents, forcibly converting one chaotic star region after another.

Many places had already fallen completely.

The holy angel Raphael descended upon the Eastern Starfield.

The five pairs of wings behind him spread for billions upon billions of meters, as though forged from a single mass of pure gold, tinting the entire Eastern Starfield into a serene and sacred painting.

Resounding hymns rippled across the cosmos in widening circles.

A sacred blossom revolved slowly, while dense layers of holy sigils and sacred sound spread in every direction.

"Ahhh—!"

"What... what is that sound..."

"No... I don’t believe in the Lord..."

Countless living beings clutched their heads and screamed in agony.

Even imperial ministers such as Winston and Heimerdinger could not withstand it; their faces twisted in pain.

Though it sounded peaceful on the surface, that voice was in truth erasing their humanity, echoing over and over inside their minds.

Aurek’s mirrored avatar hastily unfolded the Dimensional Vision to resist it.

Within the Aetherian Sanctuary, Josephine, Natasha, Elizabeth, Sophia, Nafi, Gloria, and the other imperial consorts also sensed the arrival of a powerful enemy and stepped out one after another.

"Go back! All of you, get back inside!"

Aurek roared.

Boom!

At that very moment, Raphael fixed his gaze on Aurek—and on Josephine and the others.

The moment he sensed that Josephine and the others were carrying children, delight instantly filled his heart.

"You think a mere avatar can stop me?"

"Amen!"

"Receive the baptism of the Heavenly Father!"

The sacred flower beside Raphael suddenly drifted toward the Aetherian Sanctuary.

If he could baptize and convert those consorts—convert even Aurek’s unborn children as well—then wouldn’t Aurek be theirs to control?

"You’re courting death!"

A voice exploded through the void, so thunderous that Raphael’s holy body trembled violently.

The saintly expression on his face changed at once. He had known Aurek would sense it, but he had not expected him to arrive so quickly.

Yet instead of retreating, he chose to gamble everything on a desperate strike, launching an attack straight at Aurek’s avatar.

There was no time to spare. He had given up on converting Josephine and the others for now—he would seize them first.

Boom!

At that critical instant—

A savage spatial storm suddenly erupted, blasting Raphael away with a deafening crash.

"Damn it!"

Raphael’s face turned pale. Without the slightest hesitation, he leapt into the River of Fate and concealed himself within it.

Elsewhere, the other dozen or so angels also sensed the descent of an overwhelming threat.

One after another, they too jumped into the River of Fate, suppressing their auras until not a trace remained.

Boom!

Hundreds of thousands of Eternal Sage–rank titans stepped out from the chaos, bringing with them the suppressed angel Gardner as well.

Aurek’s figure appeared in the Eastern Starfield.

At that moment, countless living beings let out a breath of relief all at once.

Winston and the others looked as though they had just endured a catastrophic trial of the will, while Josephine and the other consorts were deathly pale.

But the instant they saw that towering figure, their hearts settled.

Aurek’s aura was simply too vast now. Even his back alone seemed as immense as an immortal divine mountain whose summit could not be seen.

They held their breath as they gazed at him, their hearts overflowing with excitement and pride.

Aurek’s eyes locked onto the River of Fate, and his voice was as cold as a blade.

"Come out on your own, and I can still leave you a shred of dignity."

Raphael and that flock of bird-men truly had formidable methods. Hidden without the slightest trace of aura, they remained utterly unmoved.

This was the starry domain of the myriad races—Aurek’s own stronghold!

If battle broke out here, Aurek would never be able to fight freely, and they could gain some advantage.

And if Aurek truly dared to attack—if he pushed them into desperation and they struck viciously in return—then they would directly kill his consorts and his unborn children!

Aurek’s gaze turned colder.

He said nothing more.

Every place where the angels were hiding was known to those Godtouched-ranked void warlocks. Some of those void warlocks were even already concealed right beside them.

Moreover, the entire starry domain of the myriad races was filled with Godtouched-ranked void warlocks and Doomsday Warriors.

Crushing these angels would be easier than stepping on ants.

But Aurek was in no hurry.

Because now that he had obtained a Godtouched-level legion, what he wanted next was a legion of divine authority wielders.

And that was something the endless Star Sea could not provide him.

For that, he would have to rely on Heaven.

"Put him on the cross."

Aurek suddenly issued an order in the tone of a Sacred Envoy.

At those words, Raphael—hidden in the shadows—furrowed his brow. The other dozen angels did the same, their gazes snapping in unison toward a star region beyond the Eastern Starfield.

There, several hundred Eternal Sage–rank titans were escorting the suppressed angel.

A Godtouched-ranked void warlock stood guard nearby; the angel could not move at all.

One titan dragged out a heavy wooden cross and slammed it viciously onto the ground, staring coldly at the angel.

"Amen! Aurek, I advise you not to do anything stupid!"

"Since you know where I come from, then you should understand this: if you offend Heaven, it won’t be only you who suffers. Your women, your children, your friends, and all the people of your Divine Court will suffer with you!"

The angel Gardner, upon hearing Aurek’s decree, immediately began to shout his warning.

Just then—

A titan grabbed the angel by the throat, forced him down onto the cross, and pinned him in place.

A coarse iron spike pressed against his wrist, and the hammer came crashing down.

With a wet thunk, the spike pierced straight through his holy body and drove deep into the wood!

"AAAHHH—!"

The angel let out a bloodcurdling scream. Holy blood flowed down the spike, staining the cross red.

His other wrist was nailed down as well. Then came both feet, the thick iron nails piercing through the tops of them and sinking deep into the timber.

Gardner was nailed firmly to the cross. Under the shrouding force of the Destructive Source Profound Truth, his sacred body began to collapse, holy light shattering without cease as golden fragments scattered everywhere.

He struggled desperately. The nails creaked inside the wood, yet he could not break free.

"How... how is this possible...?!"

Gardner was filled with horror. The agony was so great that he could barely speak.

The titan hoisted the cross upright and rammed it violently into the ground.

Gardner hung suspended in the void, holy blood dripping down one drop at a time, forming a small pool beneath him in empty space.

"Ah... ah..."

His screams grew more and more shrill, echoing through the star region.

Hidden in the shadows, Raphael and the others watched with darkened eyes—and with terror in their hearts.

The angel hung upon the cross, holy light scattering from his body, his flesh mangled and bloodied, sacred blood pouring endlessly from his wounds and running down the wooden frame.

His body convulsed with pain. Every breath brought with it a miserable groan.

"Damn it! That heretic actually dares treat a holy servant of the Lord in such a way..."

"Aurek, you will suffer the most extreme agony! I will turn your descendants into the lowliest slaves, condemned never to rise for all eternity!"

Raphael’s face twisted with ferocity. The kindly expression he had worn was gone without a trace, replaced by vicious curses spat through clenched teeth.

"Ahhh—no!"

The titan pierced through Gardner’s chest, tearing out his flesh little by little.

Gardner screamed in despair, struggling with all his might, but he was suppressed firmly by countless Godtouched legions hidden in the shadows.

The titan began ripping Gardner’s body apart.

"If you’ve got the guts, then kill me...!"

"No! No—!"

Gardner howled in despair.

This torment, worse than death, was simply too agonizing.

To be pierced alive, to be torn apart bit by bit—this pain drove him completely to the brink of collapse.