Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 463 -463-Panic Grips the Scions of the Sacred Dragon

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

The titans swung fists as massive as mountain ranges, executing Falling-Star Heavy Punches that hammered the Thousand-Wing Sanctum without mercy!

An ultimate destructive energy engulfed the entire city. The power sigils swirling around their knuckles pulverized every structure and living soul into fine powder upon contact.

"Aaah—!"

"No—!"

Countless high-pitched screams tore through the air, only to be drowned out a moment later by the thunderous roar of the city's collapse.

Under the titans' relentless assault, the Thousand-Wing Sanctum disintegrated layer by layer, crumbling like a fragile sandcastle.

Pulverized stone and shredded flesh erupted into the sky, creating a scene that looked like the end of the world.

"You bastards!!"

The eyes of the wing clan Divine Radiant nearly burst with fury.

His golden wings fluttered with violent intensity, transforming him into a streak of radiant light that lunged toward Ares and Elizabeth!

Ares stepped forward, not even bothering to unsheathe the God of War’s Axe.

He simply raised a hand wrapped in immortal divine patterns and threw a straight punch!

The sheer pressure of the strike caused the surrounding space to twist and fracture!

The wing clan Divine Radiant was hit as if a literal star had collided with him. With a pained shriek, he was sent flying back even faster than he had arrived, smashing into the ruined palace below and sending a plume of dust into the heavens.

Ares followed up by swinging his other fist.

A massive fist-imprint, large enough to obscure the sky, surged forward and shattered the very laws of the world. Like a cataclysmic tide, it engulfed the remaining two Divine Radiants and the twenty-seven Sage Kings following them!

Bang! Bang!

The two Divine Radiants felt the impact like a sledgehammer to the ribs, coughing up blood as they were hurled backward.

As for the twenty-seven Sage Kings, over ninety percent of them never even had the chance to scream.

They exploded instantly, turning into a mist of blood.

"Flee! Run for your lives!"

The few surviving members of the wing clan were paralyzed by terror, flapping their wings desperately to escape the carnage.

However, the titans' dense storm of fist shadows blanketed the sky, erasing them and the very fabric of space from existence.

Auviel was shaking uncontrollably as fear washed over him, though a deep, poisonous spite remained hidden beneath.

He glared at Elizabeth with eyes full of malice, suddenly sacrificing a Chaotic Artifact–grade Sacred-Wing Light Sword to launch a suicidal charge at her!

Ares merely cast a cold, sideways glance at him.

With just that single look, Auviel felt his soul drop into a frozen abyss; the blood in his body felt as though it had turned to ice.

"Damn it!"

He spat out a terrified curse and immediately aborted his strike.

Beating his wings frantically, he tried to retreat.

Ares reached out with a massive hand, grasping at the empty air.

Crack!

The space in that area shattered like a pane of glass under his grip!

Auviel felt as if he had been caught in a pair of giant invisible pincers. His majestic golden wings were seized by an unstoppable force and dragged back violently!

Ares grabbed one golden wing in each of his hands.

Riiip—!!!

The sound of tearing flesh was nauseating!

Feathers scattered as tendons and muscle were brutally ripped apart. Golden divine blood erupted like a geyser.

"Aaah—!!!"

Auviel screamed in pure agony, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets from the pain!

Ares was intentionally prolonging the torture.

This was the price for the insolent words Auviel had directed at Elizabeth earlier.

Then, like discarding a blood-soaked rag, Ares tossed Auviel aside—straight toward the wing clan Divine Radiant who was just crawling out of the rubble.

Boom!

Both figures were slammed deeper into the wreckage.

Only then did Ares reach back to grab the God of War’s Axe.

His form blurred, appearing instantly above the wing clan Divine Radiant. The axe blade descended with a force that seemed capable of splitting the heavens!

Slash!

The sky was stained with golden holy blood. The wing clan Divine Radiant—and his divine soul—were cleaved in two and obliterated, leaving no hope for reincarnation.

The other two injured Divine Radiants were now terrified beyond reason. Taking advantage of the distraction, they fled toward the depths of the Chaotic Realm as fast as they could.

Axe in hand, Ares took a single step and vanished in pursuit.

His immense killing intent and the shockwaves of his power crossed borders, alerting many hidden experts throughout the Chaotic Realm.

Meanwhile—

The ten million imperial attribute legions functioned like perfectly tuned killing machines.

They began a systematic extermination of every surviving wing clan member in the ruins before fanning out across the Skywing Kingdom’s lands to begin a total purge.

The citizens of the wing clan were plunged into a state of total panic and despair, fleeing their homes in a frenzied exodus.

...

Territory of the Scions of the Sacred Dragon.

Boom—!

A God King–level powerhouse with draconic features rushed into the majestic Dragonblood Sanctum.

Inside the grand hall,

Clan Leader Herbert stood up abruptly.

"Clan Leader! A disaster has occurred!"

The God King’s voice was shaking with fear.

"The Skywing Kingdom... it has been wiped out!"

"Their people were nearly all slaughtered! King Auviel and all three Divine Radiants have been killed!"

Herbert’s face turned pale with shock.

"How can that be?!"

"Who is responsible—did Olympian God Mountain finally move against us?"

"No!" the God King replied, speaking a name that made Herbert’s heart stop.

"It was Elizabeth. Elizabeth has come back!"

"Elizabeth?! That’s impossible!"

Herbert shouted, his face twisted in denial.

"The SpiritSong Kingdom was rotted away by that curse—where would she find the strength for this?!"

The God King whispered, "Currently... she is an imperial consort of a power known as the Crossbridge Empire. Their military might is terrifying. They decimated the Skywing Kingdom with a legion of over ten million True Gods."

Buzz—!

Herbert’s head spun. He stumbled back into his throne, his spirit gripped by an icy fear.

He didn't even have the chance to wonder what the Crossbridge Empire was.

But the fact that Elizabeth was allied with such a power changed everything.

Because during the fall of the SpiritSong Kingdom, the Scions of the Sacred Dragon had been one of the lead aggressors.

The fate of the Skywing Kingdom could very well be their own tomorrow!

Total annihilation. The end of their race.

This was a catastrophe the Scions of the Sacred Dragon could not survive.

Herbert was in a total state of panic.

The Crossbridge Empire... where had such a monstrous power come from?

And how had Elizabeth managed to secure their backing?!

Herbert stood up and paced the floor nervously, trying to think of a way out.

The God King lowered his voice and suggested, "Clan Leader... perhaps we should ask the Observer to step in? Right now, he might be the only one who can stop this."

Herbert stopped in his tracks, a ruthless light appearing in his eyes.

The Observer...

That was a being who despised the SpiritSong bloodline with a passion.

The cruelty of the curse he had placed on them years ago proved the depth of his hate.

If he found out Elizabeth was back, he would surely act.

And everyone of importance in the Chaotic Realm knew exactly how formidable the Observer was.

If the Observer moved personally to eliminate Elizabeth and her new supporters, they might survive this crisis.

Having reached a decision, Herbert acted immediately.

"Send our most trusted messengers to the River of Silent Extinction right now."

"Tell the Observer every detail. Report that the survivors of the SpiritSong Kingdom have appeared and that Elizabeth has returned!"

"Also—reach out to the Darkfang Empire at once. Facing such a foe, an alliance is our only hope for survival!"

The God King saluted and hurried out of the hall to execute the commands.

"Everyone—gather at the Dragonblood Sanctum for an emergency council immediately!"

Herbert’s command echoed across the entire clan territory in a heartbeat.

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