Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 510 -510-The Godslayer Clan Invades the Lesser Wayshift Realm

The conflict between the Devers Divine Empire and the Eternal Winter Divine Empire continued to blaze on fiercely.

At this stage, Snowbound Kingdom's troops had already stormed into Devers's core territory, methodically claiming spots like Red Mountain and the Silent Death Dunes under winter's unyielding grip.

This turn of events filled Kichin with boiling rage—yet he remained utterly helpless.

Falling one move short turned every following step into a grueling battle.

What he least anticipated was this harsh reality: even if the Devers Divine Empire threw everything it had into recapturing the seized lands at any cost, the Eternal Winter Divine Empire would counter with equal ferocity—thwarting each assault while pushing relentlessly toward the province's vital core.

The Office of Light brought forward a proposal.

Should the Peace Committee aid the Devers Divine Empire in reclaiming Red Mountain and the other captured areas, the Divine Empire would need to fall under Peace Committee authority and ally in the fight against the Crossbridge Empire.

After all, the Devers Divine Empire held lands high up on Olympian Peak.

With the Crossbridge Empire now solidifying its Divine Empire status, their following aim was obvious—Devers stood right in the crosshairs.

Aiding Devers in recovering its domains effectively meant eliminating a major danger before it could strike.

Still, the top priority remained clear: Devers needed to extract itself from the endless mire of battling the Eternal Winter Divine Empire.

The Office of Light swiftly headed to the Eternal Winter Divine Empire.

White Lady Shirino's reply came just as bluntly: assist the Eternal Winter Divine Empire in crushing the Devers Divine Empire outright—only afterward would any partnership even be on the table.

At the same time, she emphasized: the Eternal Winter Divine Empire would only enter an alliance if every other power voiced full support.

This stance came after she carefully balanced various angles—and after catching a quiet hint from her guide, Alvin.

Should all groups truly band together, the Eternal Winter Divine Empire could serve as a pivotal force in the decisive clash—maybe even exploiting a gap to attack, allowing the Crossbridge Empire to lock down the Celestial Light God Realm in one swift blow.

The Office of Light next journeyed to the Chaotic Realm, entering the restricted area called the Starlight Colonnade...

In the end, he came back with nothing and retreated to the Peace Committee.

"A bunch of damned bastards!"

The fury he'd bottled up for ages finally burst free the instant he got back.

His fist lashed out, cracking the empty space next to him into fragments.

"To dare defy the Peace Committee... you will all pay the price!"

It was nothing but dodging.

All slippery, half-hearted replies.

In the old days, who would have even thought of it?

Yet the fight against the Crossbridge Empire had completely demolished the Peace Committee's influence.

These days, nobody regarded them with any real respect—and the shame cut deeper than any wound he'd known before.

For now, all they could manage was patience.

This issue had already reached Peace Committee central. A reply would come.

The Celestial Light God Realm held unique importance, and with a genuine Sage Master anchoring the Crossbridge Empire at its heart, the main base wouldn't overlook it.

…

In God Mountain's imperial hall, powerhouses from all corners streamed in one by one to offer their oaths of fealty.

Currently, almost ten sage lords had shown up, plus over twenty quasi-sage lords. More than two hundred Divine Oracles filled the ranks, and sage kings along with quasi-Divine Oracles numbered beyond reckoning.

Regardless of the plots brewing in their minds, no matter if their loyalty rang true—as long as they could be wielded like instruments, this vast surge of might would speed up Lucio and Philip's scheme to remake the Celestial Light God Realm.

The battle on the Devers side hadn't wrapped up yet, offering no chance for side pursuits.

But the strengths in the Chaotic Realm lay fragmented, so Lucio and his allies chose to grab complete dominance right away.

He sent Ares and Tina, leading a million warriors at the sage king level, to advance on the Dochena Empire, the Orel Forest Clan, the Huenra Empire, and beyond.

The forces had scarcely departed the hall when the Dochena sovereign, the Orel Forest patriarch, and the Huenra chief showed up in person with their followers to vow submission.

Every big and small group trailed after, openly announcing their allegiance.

If the downfalls of the Darkfang Empire, the Skywing Kingdom, the Scions of the Sacred Dragon, and the Litaran Empire hadn't driven the point home, then God Mountain's collapse, the Peace Committee's defeat, and the terror of millions of sage kings surely woke them all up.

As for the concealed sage lords and veteran sage lords hidden in the Chaotic Realm—since the Office of Light's call, they'd vanished entirely, refusing to get pulled into any factional strife.

A Divine Court conflict loomed on the horizon. Once it ignited, it could drag on for hundreds of thousands of years—or even stretch further.

When that storm hit, even sage lords might end up as nothing more than expendable fodder.

The Crossbridge Empire's grab for the Chaotic Realm was a move they wouldn't challenge—nor would they voice dissent. They had no choice but to witness and quietly endure it all.

Even the Peace Committee got repelled at its doorstep. What hope did they hold?

…

Deep in the Sea God Temple, on an island enclave ringed by endless waves.

A misty silhouette lingered inside a vortex of vibrant, drifting pollen—its presence deep and beyond grasping.

Beyond the enclave waited three chief overseers of the Sea God Temple: the God of Wisdom, the War Executor, and the High Priest of the Temple—all three ranked as Sage Masters.

Trailing them were nine priests, every one an ancient sage lord.

In the enclave's heart, that elusive form hid amid a blooming ocean, its essence too vast to fathom.

"Temple Master."

All knelt in reverence.

The Temple Master regarded them steadily, absorbing the enigmatic holy glow emerging from the floral depths.

"The Office of Light came calling," the High Priest stated with deep respect. "He sought the Sea God Temple's strike against the Crossbridge Empire. His words aimed to push us into picking a side."

"And the Star-Source Divine Court and the Reincarnation Divine Court?" the Temple Master inquired, tone light and remote.

The War Executor stepped in. "They've already engaged. For the moment, it's stayed at minor skirmishes."

"But forces spanning the starry voids are quietly mobilizing," he went on. "Even the Pantheon Temples face constant pressure, urged to pick their position."

"Then watch and wait," the Temple Master declared firmly. "Gauge which powers in the Celestial Light God Realm tilt toward the Peace Committee before we commit."

The Temple Master then noted, "I have to head to Heavenly Mountain. In my absence, you'll handle all Sea God Temple matters completely."

"You won't go back to the Pantheon Temples?" the God of Wisdom questioned.

At that, the Temple Master's eyes shifted toward the Celestial Light God Realm's location.

"No," the Temple Master answered gently. "The tale here is only starting to unfold."

…

Outside the Abyss Demon Realm, along the distant edge past the heavens, stretched the minor Wayshift Realm.

Boom!

A beam of light crashed against the Star-Realm Gate, shaking the whole minor Wayshift Realm with savage force.

A force born from the Star Sea's abyss tore through the barrier, barging inside.

In the minor Wayshift Realm, the Wayshift Clan, Starfall Wardenhold, and the Judicatory Sanctum—which clung on here thanks to backing from the Court of Prophecy—were all thrown into sudden panic.

The Wayshift Clan formed a formidable lineage dwelling near the Star-Realm Gate's brink. Starfall Wardenhold, by contrast, arose from a band of Star Sea outcasts—doomed guardians who, across eras, stood watch over the gate with the Wayshift Clan, settling in the minor Wayshift Realm.

The Wayshift Clan had plotted an assault on the Abyss Demon Realm once.

But upon hearing a Divine Court war brewed near, they scrapped it. They linked up with Starfall Wardenhold instead, locking the Star-Realm Gate to dodge the brewing chaos.

Now, though, a dominant lineage from the Star Sea—the Godslayer Clan—had broken through.

The Godslayer Clan honed a savage Godslaying Law. Their forms and spirits fused in brutal harmony, and in the Star Sea, their combat prowess turned utterly horrifying.

This breach was headed by one quasi-Sage Master and three sage lords.

On top of that, ten quasi-sage lords, over a hundred Divine Oracles, and endless Divine Radiants and sage kings bolstered them.

Their roots ran so profound they outclassed the Council of the Dark Order by whole levels.

Though the Wayshift Clan and Starfall Wardenhold each had a sage lord, the foes brought a quasi-Sage Master plus three sage lords.

Defending was out of the question.

The battered Judicatory Sanctum teetered on collapse already.

Miles and the fellow adjudicators showed faces etched with dread.

Rushing into battle against the Godslayer Clan spelled certain doom.

Retreating to the Abyss Demon Realm, however, meant facing relentless pursuit and wipeout from the Crossbridge Empire.

No path led to survival.

Still, the Ancient Starwatchers from the Court of Prophecy just chuckled.

"Guide the Godslayer Clan into the Abyss Demon Realm," they proposed casually. "Let them rip into each other with the Crossbridge Empire. Who knows—using their blades, we might topple the Crossbridge Empire at a single go."

Those words sparked a fierce spark in Miles's gaze.