Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 560 -560-Experience the Power of the Threads of Fate
Previously on Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined...
"Fall back—!"
"That fiend isn't human at all!"
Lindsey, Lord of Apocalypse Hall, bellowed fiercely.
He pulled his wrecked form along, diving headlong through a realm-gate.
The Saintess of Truth witnessed the director of Silent Extinction slain in a flash, and she bolted into a gate without a second's pause.
The remaining quasi-Empyrean Sanctum powerhouses started scattering in utter hopelessness.
Roar—!
Gorgan plunged right into the heart of the slaughter field, trapped with no way out.
A flick of Aurek's sleeve sent the Annihilation Spear hurtling forth like dark thunderbolts, stabbing clean through his torso!
Right after, the Heart of Starfield Maintenance hammered in too, ruthlessly tearing into his massive frame, towering tens of billions of meters high!
Strikes from two quasi-Origin Artifacts proved far too piercing to endure!
Aurek swung his blade once more, lopping off his head.
That enormous corpse, stretching tens of billions of meters long, tumbled down toward the fresh world beneath!
His blood gushed forth in torrents, flooding that realm like the initial spark of vitality for its budding life.
Blood surged to form streams, ponds, and swamps.
"Is he... forging a world?!"
The Ancient Scions emerging from the Chaos Continent wore somber expressions.
Aurek sealed Gorgan away in the Thousandfold Sword Judgment Chaos via one powerful blow.
Next, he wheeled around and plunged into the fray where the eternal Apollo Sunblaze battled the Ancient Scions.
The legions of tens of billions of Sage Lords fanned out across the Star Sea universe too!
They cut down the invaders swarming from all directions, driving the battlefront straight to the Styx Sector!
Myriad Soul Warlocks and Curseweavers encircled the Chaos Continent entirely.
"Emperor of Crossbridge!"
One Ancient Scion at last uttered words.
His tone resonated straight into Aurek's mind.
He avoided carelessly entering the Dimensional Horizon's domain.
This Ancient Scion had brushed against a vital boundary—he teetered on the edge of Empyrean Sanctum.
For he had seized a hint of the threads of fate!
Via fate, he evaded the Horizon to converse directly with Aurek. Such a skill was unmatched.
He outclassed Gorgan by countless tiers.
Just catching that faint glimpse of fate allowed him to tweak the Threads of Fate just a bit.
That level was inconceivable.
Even the hazy silhouette on Heaven-Pillar eyed him repeatedly.
Aurek aimed his longsword toward that radiant entity.
Along the sword's tip, murderous aura boiled like a solid force.
His tone boomed with grandeur, every syllable slamming into the spirit like rolling thunder.
"You—lack the worth to address me!"
"I've already offered you your shot!"
BOOM—!
Aurek's blade cleaved the emptiness.
The fearsome sword-glow slammed into the ancient radiant figure locked with Apollo, akin to the dawn of creation.
Its form of crafted radiance exploded instantly, breaking into myriad specks that floated off to the far Chaos Continent.
The foremost radiant entity realized talks between the factions were over.
Twin dazzling rays burst from his golden gaze, swiftly forming a light-lance that appeared to skewer fate outright!
The light-lance sped at Aurek akin to shadowy bolts!
This blow differed utterly from all prior quasi-Empyrean Sanctum assaults.
He wielded the Threads of Fate.
Though his strength fell short of viewing the River of Fate, and he couldn't snag the fate-marks of Aurek's real form, he summoned this world's fate-marks as a bridge to hunt the knotted fate-threads tied to Aurek.
Afterward, twisting those strands, he boosted his attack to deal harm straight at fate's core!
The light-lance bored through the Star Sea, while bizarre glow-runes and symbols emerged on its length.
Those symbols expanded furiously like a web, in a blink covering the full Eastern Starfield, bound to the realm by blood ties.
"Watch out—he's channeling the Threads of Fate's might!"
From Heaven-Pillar's peak, the blurry shape abruptly warned, sending the words right to Aurek's true body's hearing.
Aurek's eyes shadowed immediately.
He felt shock that the revered god would proactively alert him.
And he burned with equal interest—a blow wielding the Threads of Fate?
He wondered intensely if this kind of hit could actually harm fate proper.
Fate stood as the universe's deepest, most elusive, and indescribable essence.
Should he manage to graze it—or suffer injury from it—maybe that would grant the breakthrough from quasi-Empyrean Sanctum to Empyrean Sanctum!
In the gleaming Moonshine Hall, Josephine, Natasha, Elizabeth, and the rest stared at the external battle display.
Their knowledge of the Ancient Scions stemmed only from this conflict's sights.
...
In the Star Sea—
Aurek's mirrored clone lashed out with one sword sweep!
The Annihilation Spear and Heart of Starfield Maintenance launched together, smashing ferociously at that light-lance!
Grasping the chance, the eternal Apollo Sunblaze gathered fire's essence into a holy sphere and hurled it down.
Emptiness halted, with every rule and principle locked tight!
In that very moment—
All Ancient Scions of the Ancient Epoch stirred.
They existed as pure light, lacking flesh, floating like misty vapors toward the Crossbridge Empire's forces.
A few at quasi-Empyrean Sanctum tier rushed straight for Aurek, syncing with their chief in a combined strike.
"Nether Cage!"
The Void Warlock ranks struck as one, sealing the cosmos with Space Law instantly!
The Time Warlock ranks pursued right away, dragging those leftover lineages into temporal snares!
Blades of Time morphed into raging currents, wildly abrading those light-crafted forms!
However—
The Ancient Scions' life order had advanced so far they resisted the Blades of Time's wear!
Time's destruction against them was diluted excessively.
"Time Reversal!"
The Time Warlocks stayed calm.
In the temporal snares, they shifted time's flow once more.
A thousandfold!
Ten-thousandfold!
Even hundred-thousandfold!
As long as existence persisted in reality, regardless of life's flawless evolution, time would crush it eventually.
Except if one had transcended the River of Fate, unbound by any laws.
The leftover lineages at last felt time's horrifying deadliness.
They quit scorning these Sage Lord realm troops.
They streaked as beams, skewering soldier after soldier.
Whoever they impaled burst aflame like eerie specters.
"Bhasvara Nightmare!"
The Curseweaver ranks released curse energies.
This round, they subtly drew on law remnants to deploy curse arrays one by one over the field!
In a flash, the arrays blanketed the whole combat area!
The trapped leftover lineages got hemmed by curse arrays, pulled into wavering veils of glow and shade!
A decaying dark ooze started creeping over their frames, like it was consuming their essences!
Their forms writhed nonstop, struggling to escape the curse latched like bone-worms!
"Soul Dominion!"
The Soul Warlock ranks hit at the perfect instant!
Wave upon wave of dull light rings fired into the leftover lineages' forms!
Material strikes and power blows failed against them.
Yet soul and curse weren't physical assaults!
As the dull rings invaded their bodies, the Soul Warlocks jointly shaped soul bonds.
"Origin Soulflame—ignite!"
The dull rings erupted in blaze!
Dull flames raced from within to without, weaving into the radiance on those leftover lineages!
The dark ooze from curses sizzled under the blaze, belching a vile dark reek!
And right then—
The Life Sorcerer ranks advanced.
This marked their debut in combat—and upon showing, it was amid a stellar-spanning clash of this magnitude!
Shockingly, the Life Sorcerers' grasp of life surpassed even these age-old life-studying leftover lineages!