Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 557 -557-The Rear Lies Exposed — A Golden Opportunity
Previously on Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined...
"So those are the Ancient Scions..."
In a solemn tone, the elder from the Primordial Dragons declared. "These are ancient entities hailing from the Ancient Epoch. Their quest centered on surpassing the limits of existence—elevating the order of life and the core of strength to their absolute peaks."
"In essence, typical physical assaults and even assaults rooted in rules prove utterly useless against the evolved forms of these beings."
The youth creased his brow. "Does that imply they cannot be slain? Genuine eternal life?"
Shaking his head, the elder replied. "Not quite eternal life."
"That's because, once those surviving lineages reached quasi-Empyrean Sanctum or Empyrean Sanctum stages, they hit a wall and couldn't advance further. Thus, they shifted focus to analyzing the fundamentals of strength and existence, seeking methods to minimize harm."
"They've delved deeply into virtually every vulnerability across all forms of power, and through evolving their own existences, they've neutralized much of the harm. What unfolds before you now stems from that very evolution."
This very aspect struck the deepest fear into the Divine Court and all other major forces regarding the Ancient Scions.
Over countless eras, these entities had devoted themselves to a single pursuit—discovering how to avoid death.
Their exploration of existence had reached depths far beyond mortal comprehension.
"And this represents just a single surviving lineage."
Gazing past the vast starry void toward that landmass borne by a pair of monstrous fiends, the youth exclaimed. "That landmass... it holds even more of their kind, doesn't it?!"
"It appears we've still underestimated the dread inspired by the Ancient Scions."
The quasi-Empyrean Sanctum powerhouse from the Oblivion Originkin observed the fray. Far from grave, his expression brimmed with wild excitement.
Should these ancient survivors obliterate the Crossbridge Empire, the dire threat looming over the Oblivion Originkin's very survival would vanish in turn!
Leon and the remaining mighty figures felt the pull as well.
The Ancient Scions possessed a fearsome might capable of toppling the Crossbridge Empire's core pillars.
Once the Empire crumbled amid this clash, their moment to capture that youth would arrive.
From the Star Sea's fringe, the Starwatcher God-King murmured lowly to the Sky Wolf God General.
"Head back immediately and command Nightingale and Silver Star to assault the Styx Sector."
"As you decree!"
Silently, the Sky Wolf God General retreated.
...
Boom!
BOOM—!
The clash intensified with relentless fury.
On the Chaos Continent, the radiant figures observed the turmoil wordlessly, scrutinizing Apollo's every action.
"Wrap this up swiftly."
An indifferent voice came from a radiant form bearing golden eyes.
As soon as the words escaped, over a dozen beams of radiance burst forth from the Chaos Continent!
They surged forward amid beams of light, threading through the Star Sea with deadly accuracy and precision.
Within that group of more than ten radiant entities, even the least powerful stood as true Sage Masters, while over half had attained quasi-Empyrean Sanctum!
No longer idle, Lucio, Heimerdinger, and Winston sprang into action.
Channeling the Empire's vast national fortune, their might exploded in a flash to quasi-Empyrean Sanctum heights!
In one stride, the trio plunged straight into the heart of the battle!
Simultaneously, the legions of Elemental Assassins, Curseweavers, and Soul Warlocks mobilized as one!
Without a sound, they pressed past the Starlight Colonnade, their uncanny energies unfurling in eerie silence.
The Elemental Assassins especially could shift into photonic states and command the Law of Light.
Despite operating at Sage Lord level, they sufficed to hold back some of the lesser radiant figures.
The Eastern Starfield's Star Sea lay in utter devastation from this raging conflict.
...
From the battlefield's back lines, the Oblivion Originkin's quasi-Empyrean Sanctum specialist locked eyes on the Gold Giant Gate.
Right now, the everlasting Apollo Sunblaze remained entangled in the Star Sea skirmish, alongside hordes of Sage Lord troops redeployed to the vanguard.
The rear appeared completely defenseless!
And here they lingered within the Celestial Light God Realm, right in the fight's midst, merely a single step from the gate.
If not seizing this instant, what other moment might arise?
The Crossbridge Empire sought to wipe out the Oblivion Originkin—why not counter with a preemptive blow?
"Storm the Gold Giant Gate!"
The foremost specialist issued the command without hesitation.
The rest gave firm nods.
A wave of murderous intent swelled like an ocean. At this juncture, it boiled down to the Empire's fall—or theirs.
With the Ancient Scions binding the primary front, this marked a rare opportunity in ten thousand years!
BOOM—!
Multiple quasi-Empyrean Sanctum and true Sage Master specialists from the Oblivion Originkin launched skyward together, hurtling toward the Gold Giant Gate!
"Slay them all without pity!"
The Time Warlocks and Void Warlocks defending the massive gate bellowed as one!
The Laws of Time and Space unfurled in a heartbeat!
Boom!
A handful of quasi-Empyrean Sanctum powerhouses unleashed ruinous might at once, brutally shattering and bypassing the temporal-spatial barrier!
They breached the boundary path and barreled right up to the gate!
The overwhelming slaughtering force hurled every defender flying back!
That thunderous uproar jolted every concealed watcher into high alert!
The Godblood Scion and Primeval Law Clan specialists both glanced upward instantly, their gazes fastening onto the Gold Giant Gate.
"The Crossbridge Empire's defenses... can't possibly end here, right?"
The Godblood Scion specialists wasted no time and guided their kin skyward toward the colossal gate!
After all, both the youth and the Aetherian Sanctuary lay beyond that portal!
"No more delays—charge!"
Grinding his teeth, Thoreau resolved himself at last.
The Ancient Scions had locked the main assault. Failing to risk it now meant missing their shot forever.
He rallied the Elysium Star Realm's specialists in a ferocious dash toward the Gold Giant Gate!
First one group led the way, then a second, followed by a third...
Those factions that had skulked in the shadows, observing quietly, could hold back no longer!
Successively, they surged forth and flung themselves at the Gold Giant Gate, frantic to claim their portion of the prize!
Imperial decrees' warnings, Sage Lord legions' menaces—they ignored it all now.
Amid such a throng of forces and alliances, even if the Crossbridge Empire sought vengeance, against whom could it strike?
Right then, the Celestial Light God Realm's local mighty figures beheld a spectacle etched eternally in their memories.
The Star Sea's colossal powers—innumerable true Sage Masters and quasi-Empyrean Sanctum specialists—merged into surging streams of might, crafting a breathtaking and epic vista!
It resembled the divine hosts assaulting the Imperial Palace itself!
Vivien, Nalodebi, and their fellow Celestial Light God Realm specialists lacked even the standing to confront those titans directly, much less halt them.
Facing that unstoppable surge, despair filled the eyes of countless many.
It's done for!
The Crossbridge Empire, radiant in its zenith... had met its end!
Precisely then, a monumental sacred proclamation thundered from deep within the Gold Giant Gate!
That proclamation rang like the cosmos's own fury unleashed!
"Any who dare lay hands on the Empire's edge shall perish—!"
A flare of radiance erupted right before the Gold Giant Gate.
BOOM—!
The Eastern Starfield's world-origin erupted wildly in that instant, morphing into myriad slicing light-blades that slashed through the firmament.
Over the Celestial Light God Realm, celestial omens bloomed suddenly across the heavens.
Deities lowered their heads. Beasts groveled low. Nine immense dragons twisted through the world's entire canopy.
Both sky and land yielded in reverence to Aurek.
The Star Sea specialists pressing onward all shuddered in their cores.
Helplessly they beheld the heavens ripping apart like a torn canvas, the tear forming a gigantic reflective surface.
Inside that reflection, a silhouette climbed a lengthy flight of steps, one by one.
That silhouette donned a robe of black and gold befitting an emperor, subtly etched with star motifs entwined with Fate's Threads.
As he emerged from the reflection, the realm's laws gathered underfoot into a sacred platform.
The Oblivion Originkin's advancing quasi-Empyrean Sanctum came to a sudden stop.
Thoreau, Leon, the Godblood Scion, the Primeval Law Clan... all who had barreled toward the Gold Giant Gate hung suspended in the air, eyes riveted on that imposing form.
That dark imperial garb weighed heavy with dominion, exuding a crushing aura of dominance and ruthlessness.
The Crown of the World gleamed with timeless, immortal luster—mirroring those unfathomable eyes!
In that stare lay total command, ultimate grandeur, and a detachment that scorned all creation.
The second their gazes clashed with his, no soul escaped the fierce tremor.
The sovereign intent in those eyes seemed poised to warp the wills of every being alive.
Simultaneously, the Ancient Scions upon the Chaos Continent ascended as one, directing their focus to the Celestial Light God Realm.
"Such a domineering figure..."
The youthful Primordial Dragon stood utterly dumbfounded.