Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 539 -539-Fleeing, the Garrison Collapses Across the Line

"Damn you!"

Roars echoed repeatedly from the three true Sage Masters ensnared in the flames, but all they managed was helpless observation.

Soldiers of the Divine Court, shattered by the titans' assaults, faced immediate further dismemberment from spatial tears unleashed by the void warlocks, followed by erosion from the Time Warlocks' Blades of Years, leading to their total annihilation right in plain sight.

Driven by utter desperation, the three true Sage Masters thrust a mighty World Relic straight into the confined area.

BOOM!

Shards flew from the starry canopy as it broke apart. A surge of devastating energy burst forth, clashing against the laws of time and space—neutralizing, eroding, and nullifying them entirely.

"Full army—retreat!"

Taking advantage of the breach, multiple Sage Masters charged forward, desperately working to dismantle the formations of the Time Warlocks and void warlocks—employing rule-order to overpower law-power—while the remaining soldiers, gripped by sheer terror, scrambled to flee the chaos of battle.

The three true Sage Masters thrashed about fiercely, contorting their forms in a bid to slip out of the flame barrier.

However, the brief interval they spent shattering the barrier proved sufficient.

The claws of the divine bird secured their grip.

Like unyielding metal vices, those talons seized them firmly, hauling them once more into the fierce core of flames.

"AAAAH—!"

Piercing cries tore across the emptiness.

A sharp shift twisted the Nightingale War God’s expression.

"In the name of Star Origin—forge a sword of Starlight!"

His shout boomed out.

Torrents of starlight poured from the Boundary Arbiter, gathering into an enormous sword crafted entirely from starlight. In one swift motion, it slashed toward the bellowing blaze of fire-origin.

Waves of sword-light surged across the starlight ocean, each crest towering over the last—as if determined to snuff out all traces of fire.

Chaos parted before his advance, the quasi–Empyrean Sanctum aura he unleashed bearing down with such intensity that it seemed ready to pulverize the entirety of Styx Sector.

Right then, Apollo’s manifested sacred flame divine bird flapped its wings, unleashing a sweeping horizontal cut that divided the starlight sword intent—

Before slamming directly into the starlight greatsword.

BOOM—!

The explosion mimicked the bursting of the cosmos itself.

A storm of origin energy raged in every direction, hurling the Nightingale War God away.

Through a series of rapid spatial leaps, he narrowly escaped the aftershocks' destructive pull.

Glancing back at the primary battlefield—

He witnessed the total turnaround of events.

The Border Garrison no longer dominated the empire.

Now, the empire’s forces were the ones massacring the Divine Court troops in a frenzy of carnage.

"Retreat!"

Without a second thought, the Nightingale War God gave the order.

Realizing the devastating defeat they suffered this day, the eleven Sage Masters readied themselves to shield their leftover forces during the pullback.

"Hold them!" Alvin commanded the Lord of the Blazing Eagle along with the rest of the imperial Sage Masters.

Assisted by the Time Warlocks and void warlocks, the Lord of the Blazing Eagle and his allies managed to block the escape of the eleven Sage Masters.

Left with no options, the Nightingale War God had to act.

Once more, he channeled all his strength into the Boundary Arbiter.

One powerful sword swing split the starry emptiness wide—forcing Styx Sector to divide, carving a route for the Border Garrison survivors to rush toward the world gate.

Temporarily, the Crossbridge Empire’s armies found themselves halted beyond the fractured star-heavens by the Boundary Arbiter’s fearsome attack.

The Divine Court’s dispersed survivors staggered toward the gate, their spirits still rattled. Upon spotting it finally, a slight relief washed over them.

As they geared up to charge inside and flee—

A column of flame-forged devastation erupted from the divine bird’s maw, exploding ferociously right before the gate!

BOOM!

Tremors rocked the gate as it started crumbling, causing the Divine Court soldiers poised to step through to halt in shock.

BOOM—!

Another column struck hard.

Total ruin claimed the gate.

Those Divine Court soldiers at the brink stared in stunned silence.

They had made it there unharmed...

Yet now... return was impossible?!

Rage contorted the Nightingale War God’s features in a flash.

He dashed across the starry void without delay, brandishing the holy adjudicating sword to hack open a forced exit from Styx Sector.

But those three peak true Sage Masters—

Found escape beyond their reach.

Apollo’s sacred flame divine bird glided across the endless fire ocean. Its massive talons, strong enough to tear apart star streams, extended toward the three true Sage Masters.

First claw.

Raw might pulverized their eternally forged, immortal sacred physiques.

Divine shapes fragmented. Laws howled in agony.

Still, beings at the true Sage Lord level possessed life essences tied profoundly to certain laws.

Amid flickering flames of light, their silhouettes reformed in the emptiness—this represented rebirth through conceptual law foundations.

Serenity filled the divine bird’s gaze, like it was just carrying out a routine task.

Second claw.

This one arrived bearing intensified origin flames.

Beyond scorching physical matter and power, this blaze seared the core ideas of being and the law bonds essential for their regeneration.

Their regeneration got abruptly halted.

Forms crumbled once more.

Next, the divine bird executed a move that sent shivers through every observer’s soul.

Its vast beak parted—wide enough to devour star streams—and it drew in with ferocious suction.

"No—!"

A cry bursting with reluctance and hopelessness detonated across the void.

The barely scattered remnants of the three peak true Sage Masters—enshrouded in divine flames—got yanked by an unseen colossal pull, warped, and swallowed whole into the divine bird’s gullet.

Within, a horrifying fusion of energies ignited.

Every bit of divine might from the three peak true Sage Masters—plus the laws they wielded—underwent brutal compression and purification.

In mere moments, a fiery orb blazed into existence inside the bird’s beak.

No actual star was it...

But the packed energy and chaotic laws rivaled a cataclysmic singularity born from smashing countless stars together!

The divine bird swiveled toward the Nightingale War God’s path of retreat and parted its beak.

Out came that dooming singularity.

Initially no bigger than a clenched fist.

Yet upon release, it ballooned explosively—morphing into a dread light mass that lit up myriad crumbling realms, trailed by a comet burning through laws as it thundered at its mark!

Horror gripped the Nightingale War God as he glanced behind.

Death’s darkness engulfed him entirely.

With a desperate yell, he summoned back the hurled Boundary Arbiter and funneled his final reserves of divine power into it.

Unmatched brilliance flared from the holy sword.

Protective runes and aggressive sword will exploded outward in unison, confronting that "destructive star" directly.

CLANG———!!!

The clash defied words, akin to twin mini-universes smashing together.

Overload’s keen pierced from the Boundary Arbiter. Starlight in the sword faded at once, flung aside by unstoppable might.

That might traced the sacred tool’s link—

Striking true into the Nightingale War God’s core form.

PUCHI!

Rebounding wildly, the holy sword contorted on its own—its point bearing the catastrophic force—and stabbed clean through the Nightingale War God’s torso, blasting his divine frame into a cascade of glittering fragments.

"Ugh—AAAH!"

Amid the debris, his divine soul wailed.

In panic, he triggered emergency preservation techniques, sacrificing almost all his vital essence and godhood to scarcely reconstruct his form afar.

Cracks marred the reformed body, his presence faded to near nothing.

He refused to stay a second longer.

Ripping a shaky makeshift channel, he gathered the leftover survivors and bolted from Styx Sector, eyes fixed ahead.

At the same time—

The Lord of the Blazing Eagle and fellow imperial Sage Masters had the Starfont Divine Court’s eleven Sage Masters locked in fierce combat.

Apollo’s ultimate blow’s savage ripples rolled in, promptly shattering the divine bodies of three caught-off-guard foe Sage Masters.

Grave injuries plagued the surviving eight Sage Masters. The imperial ones grasped the moment to pin them utterly.

Soon, layers of traps surrounded them—Time Warlocks and titans advancing—

Leading to concentrated assaults that tore them apart.

Under Eternal Apollo Sunblaze’s directive, the Time Warlock and void warlock forces showed no halt. They chased beyond Styx Sector, relentlessly stalking the crumbling Nightingale War God and his survivors—aiming to stretch this triumph as far as possible.

Distant observers from the Star Sea Giant Ape clan and the Seraphim stood ashen-faced, all lingering hopes and avarice snuffed out for good.

"Withdraw! Withdraw immediately from Styx Sector—never come back!" Sword God Sangy rasped, his dread plain to see.

"Crossbridge Empire... this is a monster we can’t even understand."

A legion of over a hundred million Divine Oracles mastering time...

Remembering their past opposition to the empire, delayed dread chilled them to the bone.

If peak true Sage Masters fell like mere fowl—

What couldn’t happen in this cosmos?

The three tribes’ survivors melted into the star river vastness at full haste, quiet and invisible—unwilling to glance back ever.

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