Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 470 -470-The Armies of God Mountain March Forth, a Battle with No Suspense

At the encampment of the Automaton Legion.

The legion’s commander, Cedric, was a scion of the royal bloodline of God Mountain and a formidable Third Tier Divine Oracle.

Serving under his leadership were eight high-ranking commanders, each possessing the strength of a quasi–Divine Oracle.

Furthermore, Cillian, the Fourth Imperial Prince of God Mountain, was currently embedded within the legion to gain military experience.

There was no question that this military force served as the elite royal trump card for Olympian God Mountain.

At that moment, a command bearing the blazing fire seal of God Mountain was delivered to the camp.

Cedric’s brow furrowed slightly as he scanned the contents of the missive.

"What has occurred?" Cillian inquired.

The eight commanders also turned their inquisitive gazes toward the leader.

Passing the decree to Cillian, Cedric spoke in a somber tone, "The northern provinces of Unar and Starreach have fallen to a power known as the Crossbridge Empire. His Majesty has commanded our legion to mobilize immediately and wipe them out."

"A mere empire from the lower realm dares to be so insolent. They are seeking their own deaths," Cillian remarked with a cold snort.

However, his expression darkened as he finished reading the document carefully.

Was God Mountain truly deploying such a massive force just to handle an obscure empire?

"Regardless of the circumstances, the order has been given," Cedric stated, turning his attention back to the commanders.

"Command the entire legion—we march at once!"

He hesitated for a second, a fierce light dancing in his eyes.

"This serves as an ideal trial to gauge the Automaton Legion’s actual combat efficiency. Since the Crossbridge Empire has delivered itself to us, we shall show the entire Radiant God Realm the true meaning of God Mountain’s fury!"

"That lower-realm trash truly lacks self-awareness. My blades have been dull for too long; I might as well use them for a warm-up."

Garrett, the First Commander—a man notorious for his bloodlust and aggression—licked his lips as a violent battle intent ignited in his gaze.

Neither Cedric nor Cillian offered a rebuttal. They were well-acquainted with Garrett’s volatile nature.

To a man like him, such a mission was nothing less than a rare feast.

"Move out!"

...Boom!

High above the clouds of the Royal Court, a titanic spatial fissure was slowly forced open.

Led by Cedric and Cillian, the five hundred thousand soldiers of the Automaton Legion—resembling animated statues of cold metal—streaked across the firmament, surging toward the north.

"What is happening? What is the meaning of this?"

"Is that the Automaton Legion? They are actually being sent into the field?!"

The inhabitants of the Royal Court were gripped by shock and trepidation.

This legendary force was almost never seen in action. Its mobilization signaled that an event of world-shaking proportions was underway.

...In the southern sector of the royal capital, within the Thousandblade Spire.

Vane, the tower master, was engaged in a conversation with a man distinguished by dragon horns on his brow.

The sight of the legions thundering through the sky caused both men to stop mid-sentence.

"The Automaton Legion and the Sacred Guard... both deployed simultaneously?"

"It appears a crisis has erupted in the northern territories," the dragon-blooded man remarked pensively.

Vane’s face was etched with confusion.

Just then, a high-ranking officer of the Sacred Radiance rank rushed into the room and bowed deeply.

"Tower Master!"

"The northern frontier of Olympian God Mountain has been breached. A nation calling itself the Crossbridge Empire utilized the gateway opened by God Mountain to launch a counter-invasion. They have already seized control of Unar and Starreach Provinces..."

The officer then provided a comprehensive intelligence report.

A nation from the lower realm?

An army of a hundred million at the True God rank?

Using God Mountain’s own portal to strike back?

And taking two provinces with such ease?

Vane and the dragon-blooded man stood frozen in disbelief. The report shattered all logic.

God Mountain was supposed to be the aggressor against the lower realm—how had the situation been so utterly reversed?

After a brief silence, the two men looked at each other and let out soft chuckles.

They now understood why such elite forces had been summoned.

"The Celestial Mountain Legion, the Sacred Guard, and even the divine punishment automatons... Silas remains as meticulous and ruthless as ever. He is taking no chances in ensuring the Crossbridge Empire is pulverized," the dragon-blooded man said, shaking his head at Vane.

"Shall we resume our talk?"

Vane nodded, though he was clearly distracted.

"You don’t seriously think the outcome is in doubt, do you?" the dragon-blooded man asked with a smirk.

"There is more to this deployment than meets the eye."

His sharp senses had already picked up the presence of ten powerful Divine Oracle auras trailing the legions toward the north.

Vane thought for a moment before responding.

"Let us wait for the reports to come in."

...Elsewhere.

Within the Sanctified Heart Garden.

Saintess Vivien listened to her servant’s briefing, a flash of astonishment crossing her flawless features.

A power known as the Crossbridge Empire had suddenly appeared—and had incited such a violent response from Olympian God Mountain.

"Let us go witness this ourselves," Vivien suggested quietly.

"It is a rare opportunity to observe the true capabilities of the Automaton Legion in a real war."

The Sanctified Heart Garden held no personal stake in the war’s result.

Against such an overwhelming tide of power, the fall of the Crossbridge Empire was viewed as an inevitability.

Their curiosity lay solely in the hidden strength of this mysterious, elite legion.

The Sanctified Heart Garden was not alone.

Numerous major sects and noble clans were also turning their attention toward the northern horizon.

This unusual campaign of punishment sent ripples of excitement through the long-dormant Radiant God Realm.

..."A lower realm? The Crossbridge Empire?"

"Hah... Not even the Devers Divine Empire would dare provoke Olympian God Mountain’s borders so casually. And this upstart force from below thinks it can swallow two provinces? Do they have a death wish?"

"Perhaps not. The Crossbridge Empire wouldn't act so boldly without a reason—maybe they possess some hidden Cultivation foundation. Why else would they dare?"

"Foundation or not, the Automaton Legion is on the move. Their fate is sealed regardless."

"I’ve heard whispers that ten Divine Oracles are leading the charge."

"Then there is no hope at all. That shows God Mountain’s absolute resolve—they intend to grind that lower-realm empire into nothingness."

As the news circulated, the people of God Mountain debated the conflict with a mix of awe and anticipation.

To them, this was a magnificent spectacle about to begin—one where the loser had already been decided.

...On the Eura Continent, within the Aetherian Sanctuary.

Aurek finished reading the report submitted by Elizabeth, which detailed the current state of affairs and included her formal apology.

He saw through her previous plots and attempts at secrecy perfectly.

However, he felt no resentment.

Such petty schemes were beneath his notice.

He began leafing through the comprehensive records regarding Olympian God Mountain and the Radiant God Realm.

Beyond the central Olympian peak lay vast territories like the Starlight Colonnade, the Frostwinter Realm, the Chaotic Realm, the Primordial Sanctum, and the Cloudreach Domain.

At the pinnacle were massive, dominant powers: Olympian God Mountain, the Devers Divine Empire, the Frostwinter Realm, the Sea God Temple, Covenant Eastfort, the Blazing Sun Giant Eagle Clan, and the Cloudreach Divine Empire—all of which were at the Divine Empire rank or higher.

This confirmed his suspicions that the scale and heritage of the Radiant God Realm far eclipsed that of the Abyssal Demon Realm.

"Frostwinter Realm..."

Aurek’s eyes rested on the name for a moment as he fell into a brief reverie.

With a simple thought, he surveyed the interior of the First Sanctum.

A mirrored manifestation of himself descended quietly into the main hall.

Within the hall, besides a trembling Otto, there was a quasi–Sage Lord who had been summoned back from the Abyssal Demon Realm, three Divine Oracles from the Ossuary Court, and nearly a hundred Divine Radiants who had recently pledged their loyalty.

Lucio, Philip, the White Lady, and Merolle—whose curse had finally been broken—were also in attendance.

Aurek looked at Merolle briefly and understood what had happened.

The long-standing curse of the SpiritSong race had likely vanished when the Observer was imprisoned.

As for Aurek’s original body, he had not returned to the Eura Continent, choosing instead to remain in the Abyssal Demon Realm.

In his view, while the Crossbridge Empire still stood, it was no longer the empire he once knew.

The figures and legacies of his past had already faded away.

This new era belonged to Aurek—and to him alone.