Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined

Chapter 675: Chapter675-The King of Heaven, the Wrath of Paradise

In the deepest reaches of the Cycle Heaven,

a phantom figure floated amid chaos.

He did not possess a body of flesh and blood. Instead, he was formed entirely from pure energy and will, with the endless rivers and seas of reincarnation faintly revolving beneath his feet.

At this moment, his gaze pierced through the boundless chaos and fixed itself upon the surging Fate River ahead.

Every ripple within the regions of Primordial River Cosmos and Truth Universe appeared in perfect detail before his eyes.

"One million... a million Godtouched-level troops... Aurek..."

He murmured to himself, his voice filled with unconcealed shock.

"But he probably still has no idea what kind of existence he has provoked, does he? Should I... warn him?"

The phantom figure’s brows drew tightly together.

He knew better than anyone how terrifying Heaven truly was.

It was an untouchable taboo—anyone who dared challenge it would ultimately meet only one of two fates.

Either they would be branded as heretics and purified by holy light.

Or they would kneel in submission and become one of them.

Even the most ancient gods and devils in the multiverse were no exception.

Because within Heaven existed several Authority Wielders who stood close to the Origin-Returning level.

If any one of them descended, they could effortlessly grind this entire endless Star Sea into dust.

And even more terrifying were those two Seraphim of the Origin Realm!

They were the endpoint of the multiverse, the end of all things, the arbiters of fate itself!

The phantom figure fell into deep hesitation.

He knew that the moment he established any connection with Aurek, it would be equivalent to standing against Heaven.

With strength as feeble as his, he likely would not even last a single breath before being devoured by endless holy light.

But if he said nothing... if Aurek was allowed to continue recklessly like this, then sooner or later the endless Star Sea would be doomed beyond redemption.

After thinking it over for a long time, he finally made up his mind.

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News of the appearance of the one million Godtouched army swept through the entire Truth Universe like a hurricane.

Those powerful beings who had descended from Primordial River Cosmos either died or fled in defeat, their forces completely shattered.

The powers of every starfield no longer had the will to resist. One after another, they bowed their heads to the Crossbridge Divine Court and accepted the governance of the Holy Law.

Ares, Suggwoth, Alvin, Overthunder, Golden Armor... under the leadership of these generals, the Divine Court armies swept across all directions. One starfield after another was absorbed into the territory of the Crossbridge Divine Court.

Endless fortune flowed like all rivers returning to the sea, converging upon that supreme and exalted Divine Court.

When the fortune of the entire endless Star Sea gathered into one body, the national destiny of the Crossbridge Divine Court reached an unprecedented peak.

That vast and surging power granted supreme blessings to every core member within the Divine Court, as though the entire Star Sea itself were crowning them.

Meanwhile, the Archangel, the Guardian of the Ancient Tree of Wisdom, and the Holy Sound Angel had personally witnessed the horrifying scene of one hundred thousand holy angels being nailed to crosses.

They trembled with rage, grinding their teeth in hatred.

But when they felt the oppressive might of that million-strong Godtouched army, all of their fury could only be swallowed back down.

They slunk away in disgrace into the depths of the Star Sea, never daring to show themselves again.

...

Heaven.

Endless sacred flowers spread across the void, radiant clouds and auspicious mists filled the air, holy light shone everywhere, and all was wrapped in an atmosphere of peace and serenity.

The interior of Mount Zion was vast beyond measure, like an independent universe unto itself.

Michael sat atop a sacred flower.

His holy body stood hundreds of millions of meters tall, majestic and immense, while the holy light on the wings behind him blazed like suns hanging high in the sky, illuminating the heavens.

Around him, countless angels either slept, sat in meditation, or reclined halfway at rest. They were the immortal foundation of Heaven.

"My King!"

The Archangel, the Guardian of the Ancient Tree of Wisdom, and the Holy Sound Angel bowed their heads before Michael in salute.

The assembled angels all frowned, because from the three of them they could sense an intense aura of slaughter and bloodshed.

As for Michael, he had already begun calculating.

His mind power crossed the endless Star Sea, attempting to deduce everything that had happened within that region of the cosmos.

Suddenly, his fingers paused, and a rare trace of astonishment appeared on his holy face.

"My King! The other principal angels who went there this time, along with one hundred thousand holy angels, have all perished at the hands of heretics."

The Archangel raised his head, his voice heavy with suppressed fury.

"In that universe there is a human called Aurek. He actually commands a million Godtouched-level troops. The moment we stepped into that Star Sea, we were surrounded..."

With a wave of his hand, the tragic image of one hundred thousand holy angels nailed to crosses appeared above Mount Zion.

For a moment, the entire hall was filled with anger.

"My King, this man’s heart is as venomous as a scorpion’s. He dared slaughter the holy servants of the Lord. His crime warrants his fall into the Eternal Sin Fire Prison, where he shall suffer endless torment!"

Golden flames burned in Ramiel’s eyes.

Several Cherubim extended their mind power, trying to peer into that world, but all of them frowned after failing to gain anything.

The angel Sariel turned toward Michael and spoke in a deep voice.

"My King, the rules and order of that universe originally restricted the path of advancement, yet now a million Godtouched have appeared. This is definitely no simple matter."

Michael gave a slight nod.

Because even he had failed to observe the existence of that "Aurek."

If he were not an anomaly, how could he possibly have escaped Michael’s observation?

Gabriel brought one hand together in front of himself and inclined slightly.

"My King, I left a mark in that world, and now I have learned some of the details. All of this is connected to that Divine Consort."

"With her operating there, the existence of a million Godtouched is no longer surprising."

"The Divine Consort..."

The brows of the assembled angels furrowed even more tightly.

After a moment of silence, Sariel spoke.

"Then let me go there personally."

"The twenty-four principal angels of Zion have suffered such a fate. This is already an open provocation against Heaven."

"We must respond. Since those million Godtouched have formed karma with our holy mountain, I will wash away their sins with holy light."

"If we go, I fear it may also alarm that Divine Consort."

"Once she intervenes, the matter of purification will become exceedingly troublesome."

Gabriel offered the reminder softly.

When the angels heard this, they all understood the deeper meaning in his words.

If it was merely conflict among subordinates, then let the subordinates handle it.

Victory, defeat, life, death—all of that belonged to them.

But if higher angels like themselves acted personally, then the nature of the matter would become entirely different.

That Divine Consort would surely sense it, and once she was alarmed, the conflict would escalate.

At that point, transforming the million Godtouched would become nearly impossible.

Although the deaths of the hundred thousand holy angels had been miserable, what they valued even more was that million-strong Godtouched army—that was the real prize.

"My King! Please allow us to go!"

The twelve great Thrones all performed a holy salute toward Michael in unison.

Michael exchanged a glance with Gabriel.

Gabriel slowly said, "Let Mertalon go. You will accompany him with the Heavenly Holy Army and three million holy angels to assist."

"Mertalon!"

A deep silence fell over Mount Zion.

Sending him truly was the most suitable choice.

And with several million holy angels together with the Heavenly Holy Army, who possessed immensely powerful holy purification hymns, it would be enough to collectively transform that million-strong Godtouched army.

In that case, even that Divine Consort would have no choice but to suffer in silence, unable to say much.

Even if she came knocking in the future, there would at least be an explanation to offer.

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