Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined

Chapter 686: Chapter686-Long Time No See, Your Majesty the God King

Within the Tree of Life Manor, the Lord of the Sacred Tree’s expression grew ever more solemn.

From Banami, he had already learned of the various upheavals taking place across the Endless Star Sea. From those changes, he had deduced that there had to be a supreme god working behind the scenes, laying out a world-shaking game of chess.

And now, Crossbridge Divine Court had actually dared to openly declare war on the entire multiverse. This was absolutely not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

An existence capable of arranging such an earth-shaking scheme could never be so foolish as to "seek its own destruction."

...

"Who is it?"

In Asgard, Odin, Njord, and the other gods were engaged in heated discussion, their gazes all turning toward Freyr.

Behind Freyr, a profound magic formation slowly revolved, sacred aura spreading through the air.

He said calmly, "The truth will surface one day."

"To the countless living beings of creation, all of this may not necessarily be a bad thing."

Clearly, Freyr had already perceived something.

...

Roar, roar—!

Above the True Sea, the four legendary Dragon Kings roared in unison, their thunderous cries shaking the heavens. Endless dragon legions rose into the air, charging toward the hundreds of thousands of Crossbridge troops.

Among the dragon powerhouses, there was no lack of God-Authority holders. Their killing intent poured down like a waterfall, enveloping the battlefield.

The four Dragon Kings themselves charged straight toward the Dragon Emperor.

But at that very moment, the fissures began to tremble violently. One Godtouched legion after another surged out from within.

Every single legion was numbered in the hundreds of millions!

In just a few breaths, tens of billions of Godtouched void warlocks and Doomsday Warriors had crossed the endless void and rushed toward the dragon army.

The Black Dragon King at the forefront saw his pupils contract sharply. His body froze in place, his draconic eyes staring fixedly at the dense, sky-blotting mass of figures before him.

"Kill—!"

The Dragon Emperor let out a furious roar.

Tens of billions of void warlocks simultaneously unleashed spatial confinement, solidifying the True Sea into an iron slab.

Tens of billions of Doomsday Warriors blasted forth Silent Extinction divine light and calamities of fate.

"No—!"

The Black Dragon King let out a desperate wail and plunged violently into the depths of the True Sea.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!

Explosions continued without end above the firmament. Dragon blood and dragon scales poured down like a torrential storm.

The True Sea shook violently. The sacred temple of the dragon race tottered on the verge of collapse.

"How is this possible? Where did so many Godtouched come from?!"

The four Dragon Kings were terrified, completely at a loss.

...

"Something has happened at the True Sea."

Countless ancient supreme gods turned their vast mind power toward the True Sea.

When they saw those boundless legions, even they could not help but feel their hearts tremble.

And at that exact moment, the Gate of the Underworld shook with a deafening boom.

Suggwoth’s expression was cold and severe. His killing intent condensed into something almost tangible as he drew the Sword of Slayer and pointed it toward the Underworld.

"Attack—!"

In an instant, over a trillion Godtouched surged out from the fissures like a flood.

"Retreat! Hurry, retreat!"

The nine monarchs of the Underworld were horrified beyond measure and roared at the top of their lungs.

The Underworld guards desperately constructed death magic formations, but they were still forced back step by step.

Countless undead were reduced to ash beneath the destructive beams brewed from the profundity of annihilation, their spiritual bodies scattering into nothingness.

The Gate of the Underworld was pierced through. The River of the Underworld was severed. The power of reincarnation shook violently, and even the Nether Blood Sea began to churn without end.

Styx stared in dumbstruck silence.

"This...! I think I should leave first!"

This scene was far too horrifying!

Styx, an ancient godfiend-level existence, was so frightened that he plunged headfirst into the depths of the Blood Sea.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!

The Blood Sea churned. Styx quietly released a strand of mind power, looking toward his old rival, the Watcher of the Underworld.

He saw that the latter had already stepped out of the Fallen Divine Temple, his expression grave as he stared at that apocalyptic scene.

In the Underworld, Hades’ expression shook.

"Your Majesty—!"

The nine monarchs and the Underworld guards fled back in panic, while the trillion-strong Crossbridge army had already poured in like a raging torrent.

The River of the Underworld was instantly cut off, and the power of reincarnation nearly spiraled out of control.

...

Olympus.

Over a trillion Godtouched soldiers charged out from the fissures.

Heracles was completely stunned. All the gods of Olympus froze in disbelief.

The God of Holy War and Abyss, Veynars, stood proudly in the void. Yet he did not attack Mount Olympus. Instead, he led his army north and south, charging toward the chaotic starry skies.

"Watchers of the Stars, prepare for battle!"

Atlas’ expression changed drastically. At his command, the guardian gods of the celestial stars all went out to battle.

Vidar, Thor, and the other gods led their forces out as well.

The God of Holy War and Abyss, Veynars, charged directly toward Heracles, Helios, and the other main gods.

Wherever his sword pointed, killing intent surged like a tide.

...

Meanwhile, outside Heaven.

From the countless rifts behind Eternal Apollo Sunblaze and Cursefont Star God, Crossbridge legions surged out in an endless stream.

Powerful spatial profundities and destruction profundities swept toward Gabriel and the other angels as well.

"All sage-rank beings of Heaven, follow me into battle!"

The Cherub Raphael rushed out of the Sacred Mountain.

In an instant, billions upon billions of Heaven’s holy beings transformed into golden sacred light and charged toward those legions.

Every angel in Heaven had mobilized. Even Michael, Metatron, and the other holy archangels had taken action!

"Kill—!"

Apollo roared.

Tens of billions of soldiers charged out first, buying time for the rifts behind them to continue deploying more troops.

Tens of billions of Godtouched soldiers were continuously sent forth. Before long, their number had reached three hundred billion!

And it was still far from over. These soldiers all surrounded Heaven and attacked, even allowing the angels to slaughter them at will.

"This is impossible!"

"How can there be so many Godtouched legions?!"

Gabriel, Sariel, the Four Guardian Angels, Raphael, the guiding angel Azrael, and the other angels all felt their minds collapse.

No matter how powerful they were, there were simply too many enemies. Far too many.

And every single one of them was a Godtouched powerhouse.

Even Michael and Metatron paused for a moment. As they watched the endless legions pour in without stopping, they had no idea how many more still remained. All of them were attacking Heaven from every direction.

Heaven’s angelic army was finished.

Amid one shrill scream after another, they could only watch helplessly as angel after angel was slain.

Indeed, with a casual gesture, they could erase tens of thousands of soldiers.

But so what?

Hundreds of billions of Godtouched surged forward like a tide. Even if they could cut down great swaths of enemies with every swing of their swords, even if they annihilated tens of billions or hundreds of billions, as long as Crossbridge Divine Court’s offensive did not cease, even if the enemy had to trade hundreds or thousands of lives for a single angel, Heaven’s legacy would still be ground into dust through endless attrition.

More terrifying still, deep within those rifts, new legions were still being deployed without end, as though there would never be a limit.

At the same time, Olympus, the Underworld, and the dragon race were all suffering the same calamity!

...

Olympus, atop the Golden Palace.

Hera stood upon the high platform, her aura ethereal and transcendent.

Athena stood beside her in attendance, her expression calm.

The many handmaidens held their breath, the atmosphere stretched taut like a bowstring.

At the edge of the Golden Apple Garden, Metatron lounged lazily on the branch of an ancient tree, as though all the clamor of the world had nothing to do with him.

Buzz—!

Just then, the void suddenly trembled.

Ripples spread outward layer by layer like waves across the surface of water.

The guardian goddesses were startled at once, their gazes locking onto the source of the disturbance.

A majestic figure stepped out from nothingness. He wore an emperor’s sacred robe and a crown of the world upon his head, his imperial might as vast and oppressive as a prison!

In that instant, all the goddesses knelt to the ground.

On the branch of the golden apple tree, Metatron’s gaze sharpened. He flipped down from the tree in a single motion.

The one who had arrived was none other than Aurek!

And yet, not only did Hera and Athena show no panic, they instead stepped forward calmly and bowed.

"Long time no see, Your Majesty!"

Hera’s voice was ethereal and dignified.

Aurek rested one hand on the Emperor’s Scepter, his gaze sweeping across Athena.

Her appearance was actually identical to that of the God of Holy War and Abyss, Veynars!

Then he looked at Hera.

That aura of hers was exactly the same as the divine spirit known as the "God of Temptation" upon the divine pillar of the Celestial Light God Realm!

Only, hers was far more vast and unfathomable, as if comparing the boundless firmament to a speck of dust.

So that divine spirit had merely been a projection she had planted!

No wonder, back then, when he had asked her for guidance, her understanding of the profound laws of the universe’s origin had seemed immeasurably deep.

That mysterious supreme existence whose footprints had crossed the Endless Star Sea was, in truth, the queen of the gods of Olympus—

Hera!