Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 532 -532-Pantheon Moves — The Conquest of Styx

On the battlefield.

Aurelius, Sangy, and their companions saw their faces twist in horror. Though stunned already, a profound fear gripped their souls even tighter.

All three Primogenitors stood on the brink of quasi–Empyrean Sanctum, but a lone figure had crushed them all under his might.

This Imperial War God wielded power rivaling at least quasi–Empyrean Sanctum!

Should this assessment prove accurate, the concealed depths of the Eastern Starfield surpassed their wildest expectations by far.

The whole Styx Sector lay under a thirty percent suppression, sparing not even them.

Ares, Suggwoth, and their allies grabbed the chance, unleashing savage attacks that felled numerous elites from the three clans.

"Damn it—retreat! Pull back the whole clan!"

Aurelius could do nothing else but issue the order.

Not just him—Sangy too strove to yank the remnants of Primordial Sword City away from the chaos.

Yet the magic array Alvin deployed had siphoned thirty percent of Styx’s fortune-flow, funneling it straight to empower the Olympian Divine Sword, the Ouros Disc, and the Feather of Sacred Flame—firmly holding down every creature in the starfield.

Even as Sangy and the rest yearned to escape, breaking loose from this unseen snare proved almost unattainable.

The Sunblessed Goldenflame Phoenix cast a icy stare their way. A torrent of searing fire-origin energy rushed forth—swallowing hordes of ancient Sage Lords and even Sage Masters in raging infernos, incinerating their divine souls and origin cores to oblivion!

That gruesome scene sent chills ripping through Sangy, Aurelius, and the others, tearing at their very cores.

"Damn it—this is without a doubt quasi–Empyrean Sanctum battle power!"

"Shatter the spatial boundary with all our strength—get out of Styx Sector!"

Rage and alarm warped Aurelius’s features. He drew forth a World Relic, striving to rip through the Star Sea’s dual poles and carve an exit from Alvin’s scheme.

ROAR—!

The Star Sea giant ape, still crushed under the Divine Radiant Pearl’s illusion, bellowed in wild fury.

Its frame kept expanding. Beam after beam of chaotic brilliance and massive ape shadows pounded the holy pearl with booming, drumbeat strikes.

The Sword Primogenitor, impaled by the Olympian Divine Sword and engulfed in the flame river, unleashed a horrifying sword dao—carving a sword-realm inside the fiery realm, desperate to shatter the bind and flee.

The feather-like galaxy housing the Sacred-Wing Primogenitor contracted sharply, fighting to slip from the divine bird’s grip.

Apollo, manifesting as the Sunblessed Goldenflame Phoenix, poured every ounce of his power onto the Sacred-Wing Primogenitor.

To utterly slay three beings each teetering near quasi–Empyrean Sanctum, not even he could manage it without effort at his present stage—

unless he pushed past the ninth level of Sage Master to become a true Sage Master, or perhaps quasi–Empyrean Sanctum.

For the moment, the wisest move was to dismantle them individually.

The Sacred-Wing Primogenitor got ripped asunder by the phoenix’s talons. Infinite galaxy-light crumbled to ash, and the starfields in his control started crumbling.

The phoenix kept vomiting sacred flames, wildly scouring away the holy feather the Sacred-Wing Primogenitor had turned into.

"Damn you—!"

Terror overwhelmed the Sacred-Wing Primogenitor completely.

Despite shifting into galaxy-illusions stretching hundreds of millions of li, he couldn’t dodge the divine bird’s relentless onslaught.

At this rate, total erasure awaited him!

Alvin sprang into action too.

A magic-array pattern unfolded in his hand and soared toward the Sacred-Wing Primogenitor, aiming to aid Apollo and hasten the end—freeing them to tackle the remaining two Primogenitors.

But right then—

Right at Styx Sector’s heart, a world-gate brutally smashed through the Fate-Triangle Etched Magic Array’s barrier, plunging straight into the battlefield’s midst without warning!

This abrupt entry put Alvin and the Eternal Sunfire War God on high alert at once.

Soon after, a colossal temple—glowing with enigmatic, deep radiance—gradually rose from the gate’s depths.

"That... that’s the Pantheon!"

"Pantheon!"

The hemp-robed elder gasped in disbelief.

Aurelius and Sangy yelped in shock too.

Even Alvin betrayed a flicker of astonishment.

Countless experts aware of its secrets stirred in turmoil.

Buried in the Star Sea universe’s core lay the Pantheon—a sanctuary honoring primordial gods birthed amid diverse starfields and primal chaos.

For instance... the one crowning Heaven-Pillar Peak.

Its authentic roots remained a mystery to all, but one fact stood firm: it materialized the instant that Empyrean Sanctum entity entered this cosmos.

The entities inside wielded strength beyond comprehension—so immense that even the two Divine Courts granted it due reverence!

That very reason kept the Celestial Light God Realm’s Peace Committee from meddling in the Sea God Temple—

as it served as a Pantheon offshoot, erected to venerate Heaven-Pillar’s deity.

Now, this vast Pantheon illusion clamped down on the entire Star Sea in a flash!

"No—!"

All at once, the Sword Primogenitor unleashed a wail of pure hopelessness!

Before reactions could form—

the Pantheon’s sealed doors burst wide, unleashing three holy rays so dazzling they stabbed through the cosmos.

One ray slammed into the Fire-Universe where the Sword Primogenitor thrashed.

One tore past the Divine Radiant Pearl’s shadow to hit the Star Sea giant ape.

The final one crashed into the feather-galaxy illusion.

"AAH—!"

"No!"

Three agonized cries echoed nearly together.

In the blink of an eye, those three holy rays hooked back like thorny cords—hauling the Primogenitors’ forms toward the Pantheon at breakneck pace.

As they got pulled along, the shapes of the Origin Star Sea giant ape, the Sword Primogenitor, and the Sacred-Wing Primogenitor dwindled steadily!

Upon arriving at the grand temple doors, the trio had morphed into—

a lone strand of fur, a wisp of sword-origin, and a holy plume...

"W-what... what is this?!"

Alvin, the Lord of the Blazing Eagle, and even Thomas plus the other branch-hall Sage Masters stood frozen in shock.

The Primogenitors’ actual forms were truly...

a piece of fur, a line of sword qi, and a feather?!

It shattered all their preconceptions.

Alvin rushed to divine the truth—

only to find the fate-threads tied to this event now veiled entirely by some superior force.

"Unnameable!"

Alvin’s expression twisted sharply.

At his level, even without viewing the full River of Fate, spotting a particular fate-strand shouldn’t pose a challenge.

But now, a barrier hid the origin from his gaze...

That pointed to just two possibilities:

either a being whose prowess dwarfed his own—

or the ultimate force of Empyrean Sanctum!

The idea weighed heavy on his mind.

The fight teetered on the edge, and this fresh Pantheon arrival’s allegiance stayed a mystery—ally or adversary?

RUMBLE—!

Those three "items" vanished through the temple doors.

Then the temple’s glow faded, the doors sealed shut, and the Pantheon illusion lingered a moment—before retreating into the world-gate and fading away.

No soul could tell if it had come to aid Crossbridge Empire, or solely to claim those three Primogenitors.

"It seems... what that person from Sacredwood Settlement claimed held truth."

The hemp-robed elder whispered.

The little girl tilted her head up at him. "Grandpa... what do you mean?"

"Hard to say." The old man shook his head.

Apollo’s divine bird form halted for a beat. It ignored the vanishing Pantheon—swiveling instead to massacre the leftover foes across the battlefield.

With a war god who could menace quasi–Empyrean Sanctum anchoring the defense, the ancient Sage Lords and Sage Masters from the three clans and the Divine Court faced just one end—

to be worn away and slain.

"Find a path back to Divine Court headquarters and report that Styx Sector’s crisis has utterly escaped our grasp!"

"This Crossbridge Empire now poses the Divine Court’s most dangerous unseen threat! You must... get the word out!"

In the shadows, Thomas sent off a handful of loyal Sage Lords, aiding their getaway.

He realized his own escape would be a tall order. All he managed was shielding a few and relaying news to the Starfont Divine Court—

or else, he feared, the chaos would balloon beyond any hope of control.

"Whole army—advance!"

Crossbridge Empire’s forces launched a total push—smashing and absorbing Styx Sector.

And in the Eastern Starfield, inside the Celestial Light God Realm...

Atop Heaven-Pillar Peak...

As the Pantheon illusion surfaced, that unmatched silhouette peered past the world’s edge too. A subtle, ghostly divine tone appeared to herald a new age.

"It seems the time... is almost here."

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