Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 553 -553-Have Sage Lords Become Common Cabbages?

Thirty million soldiers in total—each one having attained the Sage Lord realm!

Every gaze locked onto that authentic Sage Master from Oblivion Originkin.

The atmosphere turned rigid. Even the act of inhaling felt suspended.

The Sage Master’s lips jerked uncontrollably, his eyes narrowing in utter astonishment.

Trapped under countless stares, his scalp tingled as if bursting open—his spirit on the verge of ripping to shreds.

It was like he had ripped open the heavens. His intent had simply been to test the Divine Sanctuary’s secrets.

But what now? Tens of millions of Sage Lord warriors!

For an instant, tears nearly welled up in him.

The realm plunged into utter stillness.

In that moment, be it the Apocalypse Sanctum’s temple lord Lindsey lurking in shadows, or Thoreau from Elysium Starrealm, Leon as the Thunder Warden clan head, or the Saintess of Truth, the Slaughter Angel, and the numerous powerhouses spanning the Star Sea—all were "content."

They had witnessed exactly what drew them here.

Yet... this nightmarish sight left their forms chilled from crown to sole.

Some gaped in shock. Others gripped their hands until bones gleamed white.

Was this some cosmic prank? A fringe empire?

This was the "provincial weakling group" they had ridiculed?

This was what they sought to "examine"?

Even Charlemagne, who had braced his mind beforehand, felt a chill seize him upon seeing it firsthand.

Lately, Sage Lord troops had been sweeping through cities throughout the Celestial Light God Realm, granting him some insight—it wasn’t wholly unforeseen.

After all, the Crossbridge Empire boasted numerous Divine Oracles; possessing a handful of Sage Lord masters wouldn’t shock anyone.

But... wasn’t the count excessively high?

Wasn’t this making Sage Lords seem utterly ordinary?

During the Abyss Demon Realm conflict, just one Sage Lord could rattle existence and flip the cosmos.

In the Celestial Light God Realm, Sage Lords formed the pinnacle base.

However, the spectacle unfolding now...

Had Sage Lords become mere roadside weeds?

The true Sage Master’s resolve crumbled. A frantic alarm echoed in his thoughts—

Flee!

Yet—

Humm—!

The very next moment, the whole Celestial Light God Realm got fully isolated.

Spatial blockade!

Simultaneously, a time cage dropped from thin air and hauled him inside.

He reflexively channeled Oblivion Origin, calling forth ruinous force to shatter the confined space and break free.

Humm!

Humm—humm—!

Countless layers of Heavenly Tribulation divine runes appeared overhead, piled endlessly—each stratum forging a ray of heavenly wrath that could burn all to ash.

The spatial blockade squeezed from all sides, tightening around him.

A lone Time Warlock’s single time rewind counted as one use.

Three million Time Warlocks equaled three million rewinds.

Whenever the Sage Master sought escape, whenever he launched an assault—each move got pulled back to its origin repeatedly through the endless loops.

"The power of time..."

The Oblivion Originkin Sage Master’s eyes widened in abrupt horror, his expression a mix of denial and dread.

Time flowed backward in frenzy.

Even the quasi-Empyrean Sanctum observers in this domain sensed a distinct decay gnawing at them.

One could scarcely fathom the dread these millions of Sage Lord troops—each wielding the realm’s core—held in reality!

The mere thought sent shivers down the spine.

Lucio emerged from the Gold Giant Gate.

He had been rattled before; now, composure settled over him.

He peered down at the Sage Master pinned inescapably, his tone devoid of any feeling.

"To dare trespass at the Gold Giant Gate—commendable courage!"

"Damn you! I’m from Oblivion Originkin!"

The Sage Master, detecting Lucio’s apparently modest status, burned with rage and shame.

"Oblivion Originkin."

Lucio acknowledged with a nod—then flicked his wrist dismissively.

Millions of layers of Heavenly Tribulation runes exploded together!

Beam after beam of Silent Extinction divine rays poured down relentlessly, over and over, allowing the billions of inhabitants in the Celestial Light God Realm to behold the full demise of a true Sage Master.

The Silent Extinction divine rays, amplified endlessly, each held annihilation principles more refined and ancient than those of Oblivion Originkin.

Within the light columns, the Sage Master wailed in agony—his form disintegrating, vaporizing, and finally dissolving into void!

And this represented just the leftover force from a fraction of the Doomsday Warriors in the tens of millions.

Inside Oblivion Originkin, a quasi-Empyrean Sanctum mighty one impulsively surged ahead to rescue—only for the chief authority to drag him back.

"Idiot! Don’t go over there!"

The leader’s visage drained to ashen pallor.

They had assumed the foe might deploy a few quasi-Empyrean Sanctum presences to cow the crowd—so even if issues arose, they could step in.

But no, thirty million Sage Lord soldiers materialized.

No soul had anticipated such a turn.

Once the true Sage Master vanished utterly, Lucio overlooked the assembly, his murderous aura keen as ice.

"All Oblivion Originkin within the Celestial Light God Realm—now I will inform you personally—"

He halted briefly.

"Get the hell back and prepare yourselves. My Crossbridge Empire will soon march into the Star Sea and eradicate Oblivion Originkin to the last!"

Lucio’s declaration rang with unyielding dominance.

In the far reaches, Oblivion Originkin’s elites paled in fright.

A simple scouting... and they had invited a disaster of total lineage wipeout?!

And this Crossbridge Empire proved far from the marionette state they envisioned.

This was a fearsome power truly able to obliterate an age-old kin!

These tens of millions of Sage Lord soldiers alone sufficed.

For not even a Divine Court commanded legions of Sage Lords this vast!

"Damn it... how did it come to this..."

The foremost quasi-Empyrean Sanctum quaked in fear and severity, his gaze shadowed.

Such a bold war cry confirmed the Crossbridge Empire’s utter assurance!

Still, they quelled the chaos in their cores.

For ancient bloodlines backed them.

That served as their sole—and mightiest—ace.

Moreover, the youth and the Twelvefold Aetherian Sanctuary lay inside the Crossbridge Empire. The count of rivals coveting this rich bounty would swell.

Whether the Crossbridge Empire endured this trial stayed uncertain.

Should the Starfont Divine Court and the Divine Court of Reincarnation discover the Crossbridge Empire harbored such a monstrous force, they too would inevitably stir.

"I remember... the Primordial Giants were wiped out by the Crossbridge Empire, right..."

"Oblivion Originkin is probably truly screwed this time... Good thing we didn’t become the bird that stuck its neck out!"

A true Sage Master from the Thunder clan uttered with residual dread.

With such an overt challenge, it couldn’t be mere posturing.

"Hmph! A bunch of cowards!"

A fair-haired, azure-eyed mighty one from Elysium Starrealm scoffed.

"The Crossbridge Empire occupies the Twelvefold Aetherian Sanctuary and hides that child. The ancient lineages and the Divine Courts won’t let it go."

"These tens of millions of Sage Lord legions aren’t invincible. In the end it still depends on whether they can withstand the arrival of the top-tier experts."

To breach the Empyrean Sanctum, to pursue that elusive eternal sacred domain—those entities would spare no cost.

Particularly the ancient lineages, long stalled at their limits!

Leon eyed Thoreau without a word or caution.

These imperial armies mastered the dual ultimate laws—time and space.

A disciplined army, numbering tens of millions, all channeling these forces, all at Sage Lord level...

And moments ago, a true Sage Master fell obliterated before all onlookers.

That feat alone highlighted the horror of time and space laws. This wasn’t your typical Sage Lord army.

Labeling them Sage Master armies wouldn’t overstate it.

"There are too many Sage Lords, and they control time and space. Their combat power is boosted by at least an entire rank... If we want to move against that child, I’m afraid it won’t be so easy."

The Silent Extinction councilor’s blank eyes fixed intensely on the ranks of imperial troops, his tone frosty.

"No rush. We’ll talk after the ancient lineages and the Divine Courts arrive."

The Saintess of Truth uttered just those words.

The elites from other groups held back as well.

That recent blow had etched a chilling reality that iced their veins.