Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 550 -550-Imperial Might—A Flick of the Hand to Forge Sage Masters
Previously on Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined...
Vivian, Smith, along with the rest of the newly empowered cadets, stood there utterly stunned.
This was clearly the boost from the nation's fortune... yet the surge in their power felt way too horrifying, right?
They weren't clueless newbies anymore.
From Grand Divine Cleric and High God to God General, True God, God King, Sage King, Divine Radiant, Divine Oracle, and Sage Lord...
...with Sage Master only appearing after all that!
But just one decree from the imperial Sacred Envoy had launched them directly into that level!
Though it wasn't a level-up from their personal cultivation efforts, as long as they stayed loyal to the Empire and the Sacred Envoy decree remained in effect, this fearsome might would stick with them indefinitely!
It represented a status they could chase for lifetimes without ever reaching.
Everyone stayed speechless for quite a while.
Their shocked exclamations hit Gloria's ears, stirring a whirlwind inside her chest too.
Right then, she finally grasped it: this Sacred Envoy decree stood apart from every prior one.
That Emperor had soared beyond all limits—he appeared omnipotent, unmatched in supremacy!
Sage Master—!
She herself longed to plead for such an elevation.
However, she knew Aurek desired her ascent through her own efforts.
He'd already showered her with ample supplies and chances.
Running the Imperial Academy over so many years had simply eaten up too much of her schedule.
Gloria pushed aside the astonishment surging within her, passed the academy's duties to Benjamin, and made her way back to the Divine Sanctuary.
...
Meanwhile, Aurek kept forging additional Sacred Envoy decrees sealed with wax.
Winston, Heimerdinger, Harland, Gaia, plus the gathered ministers...
Wak, Chuck, Steurn, Rand, and the veteran protectors...
even the forebears from the Abyss Demon Realm—Ancestor Aurek, Griffith, and others...
...
Lucio hurried back to the Divine Sanctuary bearing critical military updates.
Right before crossing the Gold Giant Gate, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
His eyes shifted to the sentries lining both flanks, and his pupils shrank in shock right away.
"Sage Lord..."
He picked up on it—barely perceptible.
A ridiculous idea popped into his head out of nowhere.
"Could it be... the whole gate detail consists of Sage Lords?"
This wasn't just a couple of sentries—it formed an entire unit!
Previously, the posts here held only True Gods or God Kings, with a Sage King being the highest you'd spot.
Now, Doomsday Warriors had taken over every spot—every single one a uniform Sage Lord!
He found it hard not to entertain the notion, though it seemed utterly preposterous.
Calming his turbulent feelings, Lucio stepped into the First Layer of the Divine Sanctuary and pressed on straight to the Supreme Sanctuary.
The guards along the path—Doomsday Warriors, Mountain Shieldbearers, Elven Marksmen—all reached Sage Lord realm too—
extending all the way to the Supreme Sanctuary's entrance!
"Every one of them is a Sage Lord..."
Shock left him completely dazed.
After lingering in stunned immobility for ages, he at last entered the chamber.
"Your devoted servant Lucio offers his obeisance to Your Majesty!"
Lucio bent low in reverence.
From the throne, the mirror-clone exuded an ocean-like pressure—no one could meet its gaze head-on.
"What's the current state of affairs in the Styx Sector?"
The Emperor's words resounded across the star-ceilinged hall, sounding like they originated from all directions simultaneously.
Lucio gave his account: "The Eternal Sunfire War God and the Cursefont Star God have pulled back from the Chaos Ruins. Currently, the Styx Sector's defensive perimeter stands fully built, however—"
He halted briefly, then went on.
"Lord Alvin foresees a massive tempest looming over the Empire!"
"Your Majesty, Beyoncé survives as a lone survivor from the Stellar Divine Court, carrying a secret that shakes the heavens."
"At this point, elites from factions all over the Star Sea universe hunt for her location. The Primordial Giants have broadcast word of her, and I'm afraid the full might of the Star Sea's powers will soon swarm the Celestial Light God Realm."
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Aurek sank into thoughtful quiet.
Actually, none of this came as news to him.
He'd anticipated Beyoncé's true background leaking out—eventually, this moment was inevitable.
Surprise didn't touch him.
"Bring them on, then."
His tone stayed even, devoid of any disturbance.
"If they're eager to witness my Empire, I'll ensure they see it up close."
"Every 'surprise' prepared for them will be unleashed without restraint."
At those words, a shadow of uncertainty flashed in Lucio's gaze.
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Outside the Styx Sector
Thoreau, a mighty figure from Elysium Starrealm, had shown up here alongside a few golden-haired, blue-eyed kin.
"Just as we thought—it's that legion's troops!"
A clansman's sight cut through the emptiness, spotting the Time Warlock legion settled far inside the stellar region.
All of them—every last one—Divine Oracles!
"Well now? Thoreau? Your Elysium Starrealm's diving into the excitement too?"
A mocking chuckle floated from the Star Sea.
The faces of several clansmen twisted in alarm as they zeroed in on the origin instantly.
Thoreau lifted his hand to hold them back.
"Keep things quiet here."
His companions reined in their presences with effort.
Thoreau turned his attention to the Star Sea.
Seven or eight silhouettes lingered amid the tempest.
One look told him the frontrunner: Leon, leader of the Thunder Warden clan—
a near-Empyrean Sanctum force high on the Demigod Throne rankings!
Trailing him were a handful of presences with deep, immense auras—genuine Sage Masters.
"If the Thunder clan gets to show, what's stopping Elysium Starrealm?" Thoreau shot back icily.
"Leon, are you itching for a clash that'll pull in the Crossbridge Empire's forces?"
"No, no, no—nothing like that!"
Leon waved it off welcomingly. "I simply hadn't figured you'd join in."
"Why not... head to the Eastern Starfield as a group? It'll help us cover one another."
"Plenty are heading there this round—you sense it as well, I'm sure."
Thoreau pondered briefly.
"You've asked, so turning you down wouldn't make sense."
"Onward. Time to gauge the guts of this Crossbridge Empire for causing all this uproar."
Thoreau grinned, skipping any reference to the kid.
All present understood the real motive behind the visit.
The Crossbridge Empire... it didn't register as a real threat to anyone.
Leon let it slide without comment.
With so many arrivals, allying temporarily made sense—let someone else take the hits if issues arose.
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Starlight Colonnade
Within a lavish hotel suspended in the city-skies, a fellow clad in a star-symbol-embroidered robe buzzed with thrill as he talked.
"Word is, the Empire's advanced right into the Styx Sector—and clashed with a Divine Court legion no less."
"What was the fight's outcome?" another person pressed forward eagerly.
The star-robed speaker eyed him. "When has the Empire ever dropped a battle?"
"Hiss—!"
A collective gasp filled the whole room.
What signified a "Divine Court"?
It embodied the ultimate authority, dominating the cosmos-spanning universe.
Meanwhile, the Crossbridge Empire amounted to a upstart group emerging from a minor realm under the Celestial Light God Realm.
Such a newcomer, and it outright demolished a Divine Court legion?
No further words needed. One term: brutal.
Two terms: unbeatable!
"Exactly what's the deal with the Crossbridge Empire's roots? How'd they muster those Divine Oracle legions? Anyone got the real scoop?"
From a secluded alcove, a well-attired middle-aged fellow queried the group at the adjacent table.
Six guys flanked him, their energies tightly contained.
Naturally, low levels didn't explain the restraint.
Far from it—these were authentic Sage Masters, including some quasi-Empyrean Sanctum beings.
The inquiring middle-aged man turned out to be Lindsey, Temple Lord of the Apocalypse Sanctum!
His companions formed the Apocalypse Sanctum's elite core.
They'd suppressed their auras entirely, even tweaking the law-marks on their forms on purpose.
"Huh? You folks aren't from around the Celestial Light God Realm, huh?"
The star-robed man scanned them appraisingly.
Locals would never be in the dark about the Crossbridge Empire's beginnings.
Lindsey offered a grin, striving to seem offhand.
"We're traders out of the Eastern Starfield. We routed through the Celestial Light God Realm and made a point to witness the Empire's splendor!"