Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 506 -506-With a Wave of His Hand, He Slays the Lord of God Mountain

Bang!

That single sword impaled the holy body of the Office of Peace—right onto the gates of the Committee—in a fatal and utterly degrading manner. Sacred blood erupted skyward, spraying over the timeless doors like a shower of blood-red droplets.

Rumble—!

The strike's lingering force didn't end with that. The Sun and Moon Peace Envoys—both at quasi–Sage Lord level—together with the Seven Guardians of Light and the rest of the enduring powerhouses, were all hurled back by the leftover power. They coughed up sacred blood one by one, their vital energies crumbling into frailty.

"How can this be?!"

"This can’t be real—a quasi–Sage Master... taken out in an instant?!"

"He’s not even a full Sage Master, and he pulls this off...?! That’s straight-up horrifying!"

Even a far-off Sage Lord amid the clashes in the Devers Divine Empire couldn’t keep his cool and shouted out in shock.

At the forefront, where Evelyn, Grace, Winter, and their allies battled intensely, their drive faltered without warning. They gazed at that immense silhouette—like a godly peak—poised with his back turned to everything, and for a split second, bewilderment crossed their faces.

Gulp—!

Innumerable powerhouses observing from distant spots went quiet all at once, as if the whole realm had sunk into a heavy, choking quiet.

Just one sword... wiped out scores of Divine Oracles, six Sage Lords, and a quasi–Sage Master to boot.

It was brutally insane.

And this... was just a clone.

Sherana and Lora found their breaths catching in their chests. Be it Vivien, Vane, the Serpent Woman, the Wolf King Diok, or Nalodebi, all the mighty presences there were rattled deep by the power of that blade.

"This guy... is way too scary."

No one could tell how many prodigies and titans were, right then, pulled into total hopelessness by that one slash—how many dreams were smashed, how many egos broken.

Endless Divine Radiants, Divine Oracles, and Sage Lords alike were stunned by that unmatched glow—by the feel of a being looming over every creature, a crushing majesty that looked ready to stomp the skies underfoot.

The odd gleam in their gazes made the fractured realm seem alive once more.

How many souls quaked hard? How many spirits yielded right away, giving in to total obedience?

With a quasi–Sage Master felled by a lone sword, the old Sage Lords in the Starlight Colonnade's sealed zone dropped into collective hush.

This was only a clone.

"A sword technique this epic has never been seen through history—nothing any so-called talent or freakish genius could dream of touching!"

In the Primordial Sacred Land, a enigmatic entity forever wrapped in flickering glows and shades couldn’t hold back a gasp of wonder.

Those words even roused Boild, head of the Flame Eagle Clan, plus various ancient restrictions, since the figure in that glow and shade was a genuine Sage Lord powerhouse.

To rise to Sage Master, a cultivator needs to grasp the ultimate laws of order, etch their personal origin rule, and carry the devotion of countless lives as the base for that rule—only then might they enter that level.

Yet even this kind of entity was stirred.

So the dread packed into that sword... went far beyond what anyone could fathom.

The survivors of Olympian God Mountain, under Silas's lead, were frozen stiff by the blade's force. They hovered stiffly in the emptiness beyond the Committee, too afraid to move forward a single inch.

Boom!

The holy form of the Office of Peace—still fixed shamefully to the gate—burst in a desperate self-blast. Inside the Committee, drawing on the realm's embedded rules, he swiftly rebuilt himself and came back to life.

His eyes, filled with raw fear now, fixed on Aurek’s mirror-clone beyond the entrance—a manifestation pulsing with regal holiness as immense as celestial fury.

"Enough talk," he snarled, his voice rough with rage. "Everyone—come with me and strike!"

The Office of Peace wasted no time, wielding a Proto–World Relic called the Scepter of Peace, and rushed out at the front!

The Sun and Moon Peace Envoys, plus the Seven Guardians of Light, swallowed their inner shakes and poured out after him, bursting from the Committee as one united front.

Wave after wave of lethal aura—strength to wipe out whole star systems—crashed down on Aurek’s mirror-clone like a raging tempest.

Boom! Boom!

The Committee’s core planar form, concealed far in the emptiness, quaked from the impact. It had to reveal itself over the Celestial Light God Realm’s skies, its huge shape appearing like a massive realm lodged in the heavens.

Each blow between the foes ripped the skies apart. Devastating surges of power fractured the fabric of space, ripping into the cosmic emptiness outside, making the god realm’s ground quake across billions of miles.

Seeing Aurek as an unbeatable danger, the Office of Peace teamed up with the Seven Guardians of Light and the pair of Peace Envoys, hitting him with all their power—while also aiming to clear a path for the Committee’s stuck troops.

The leftover Sage Lords and Divine Oracles grabbed the chance. As four quasi–Sage Masters and seven veteran Sage Lords worked to hold back the clone, these top fighters guided the Committee’s defensive units—jammed up at the gates—into an escape push.

Their goal was obvious: rush to God Mountain’s royal palace, butcher the emperor’s forces, and burn it all down.

And then—

In the very next instant, six and a half million Sage King rank void warlocks emerged from the void’s depths, materializing suddenly like a dark sea rising from under the surface.

They surrounded the area outside the Committee’s gates, sealing it tight—no openings, no pity.

Endless icy stares targeted each and every Committee guard.

Then they struck—as one.

The already shattered space got fully locked down.

Over five hundred thousand top Committee guards—plus more than a dozen Divine Oracles—were instantly engulfed by a layered, infinite dimensional maze. In a flash, they disappeared completely, like they’d never been there.

Just a few quasi–Sage Lords and Sage Lords moved fast enough. At a heavy cost, igniting their essences, triggering their Artifacts of Authority, they hardly broke loose and retreated into the Committee.

The Committee’s internal rules and holy power spread out at once, quelling the space massacre and steadying its territory.

RUMBLE—!!!

From behind Aurek, the imperial origin energy exploded, turning into endless void primal power. It expanded into a Divine Aspect bearing a thousand limbs—

Myriad Judgment Domain!

Every limb held a tiny void realm. Then, with brutal force, those realms were flung down at the Seven Guardians of Light, the two Peace Envoys, and the Office of Peace.

It felt like the skies were overtaken by realms—like the whole cosmos was slamming into the Celestial Light God Realm.

The realm quivered.

Followed by a nonstop series of booming blasts.

All the laws shaping sky and land—principles, sources, core powers—were obliterated into nothing by the sheer force of that clash.

The Office of Peace took the first hit, smashed right into chaos’s depths.

A thousand limbs dropped together—void realms pouring like a barrage of doom!

"Damn it!" one Light Apostle barely spat—

BOOM!

RUMBLE, RUMBLE, RUMBLE!

Realm after realm crashed with nowhere to evade, no way out.

And the moment they were pinned—

Aurek raised the golden sword.

A golden sword-glow, seeming to cross through timeless voids, ignited once more in the broken emptiness.

"AAAH—!"

That Light Apostle got sliced clean in two with one swing!

Right away, Aurek’s blade struck repeatedly. Like swatting bugs, he wiped out the other six light guardians one after another.

The sword-glow kept its speed. It thundered forward and shredded the Sun Peace Envoy, grinding his holy form to bits.

Then—

The Thousand Sword Judgment Domain came crashing down again!

"Fall back! Immediately!!" the Office of Peace yelled in panic from the chaos.

The Moon Peace Envoy and the just-reformed Sun Peace Envoy bolted back into the Committee without a second thought.

But the Office of Peace got dragged into the heart of the Judgment Sword Domain—trapped in its nonstop, spinning cage of swords—and he couldn’t break free.

And right at that point—

Silas sprang the trap he’d been holding for.

He swung a World Relic, the Olympian Divine Sword, slashing with everything he had!

Vast sword-glow didn’t just aim at Aurek; it tried to rip apart the Thousand Sword Judgment Domain—to save the ensnared Committee forces.

Aurek’s gaze sharpened, light focusing to a pinpoint.

With a simple flick of his sleeve, an everlasting shield rose—built from the empire’s destiny and its people’s resolve. It burst into being and halted the Olympian Divine Sword’s attack.

At the same time, the golden sword in Aurek’s grip swung across.

A lone, quiet curve of packed golden glow sliced through the emptiness.

Silas—the ex-ruler of Olympian God Mountain—plus a few quasi–Sage Lords nearby, was wiped out like scattered ash.

Their holy forms turned to the tiniest specks of light. Even the hint of their being was erased with them—destroyed so utterly that no revival was possible.

Seeing Aurek dispatch an emperor so easily filled every watcher with icy dread. Pulses froze. Heads tingled with fear.

Inside the Thousand Sword Judgment Domain, the battered Seven Guardians of Light, the Sun Peace Envoy, and the Office of Peace kept facing nonstop carving.

They perished and reformed.

Reformed and perished once more.

But they stayed stuck in that layered, flowing endless sword-traps.

Aurek invoked Soul Law.

In the brief gaps when their souls hung weakest, he started imprinting them with a permanent bondage pact—a seal to chain them eternally.