Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 562 -562-Prelude — The Warning of a Universe-Scale War

The strike shattered the golden-eyed leader, his form disintegrating in a flash.

Apollo's savage eruption of force hit from the front, while Aurek towered at his rear like a stalking beast, filling him with an overwhelming, choking terror he couldn't explain. He melted into streams of shimmering light and desperately fought to flee the Eastern Starfield.

A segment of those lights trailed closely after, reshaping his vital form outside the starfield's edges.

The remaining escaped heirs merged into the void star-pit, fading into nothingness.

"Unless an Empyrean Sanctum arrives personally, nobody can destroy him..."

The golden-eyed Ancient Scion chief glared at Aurek's mirrored avatar, waves of deep terror and caution flooding his gaze.

Slaying Ancient Scions wasn't what chilled him.

The horror lay in how they had wiped out hordes of Ancient Scions at the quasi-Empyrean Sanctum level with such ease...

This power stretched far past typical life tiers.

Aurek's light barrier appeared to sever everything, forging an impassable divide between him and the rest.

Strikes sent via the Threads of Fate proved useless against Aurek.

Worst of all in his eyes was—

This was merely one of Aurek's avatars!

Boom—!

The Sunblessed Goldenflame Phoenix soared into the starry void!

Dazzling glows pierced the boundless chaotic fog and expanded across the Eastern Starfield.

"Aurek—!"

The golden-eyed leader's raging cry resounded through every part of the Eastern Starfield.

"You've sparked an eternal war!"

"Burn this into your memory—one day, you'll face the consequences!"

"Retribution will find you!"

With those words, the leftover survivors dashed through law fractures and vanished entirely from the starfield.

Yet this marked no conclusion.

The enduring powerhouses—like the Starwatcher God-King, the Saintess of Truth, and their allies—turned their eyes to the fleeing Ancient Epoch heirs.

They grasped the full weight of the golden-eyed heir's warning.

Ancient Epoch. Primordial Epoch. Chaos Epoch. Origin Epoch.

Across those four ages, ancient heir bloodlines had birthed Empyrean Sanctums.

The Crossbridge Empire threatened beings from the Ancient Epoch.

A power that could massacre Ancient Epoch heirs in vast numbers—eradicating them wholesale—

Such a force wouldn't spare that empire.

Ancient Epoch heirs had mastered life evolution, outstripping all current cosmic beings, holding an unchallenged dominance for eons.

But in the Crossbridge Empire, they faced a direct counter.

This posed the ultimate danger to their kind.

Failing to crush this danger would turn their eternal quest for "life transcendence" through ages of study into mere farce.

Should the Crossbridge Empire keep rising and one day assault the Ancient Epoch, it would spell total annihilation.

The surest path to banish dread was to obliterate its origin.

And past the Ancient Epoch lay the Primordial Epoch, Chaos Epoch, and Origin Epoch.

Their goal was the mystery held by the Empress of the Starborne Divine Court.

Did the Crossbridge Empire's ascent tie into that mystery?

This riddle would ignite suspicion across every faction in the Star Sea.

They shot one last look at Aurek's mirrored avatar and the Sunblessed Goldenflame Phoenix, then bolted without delay.

To fell endless quasi-Empyrean Sanctum entities with a single gesture, to demolish a Chaos Continent from an Ancient Epoch heir army—

That level of supreme might could crush any hope.

Fighting on held no purpose.

Especially with the billion-strong sage lord army, a terror haunting the Star Sea.

A horror that would shake every existence.

The Star Sea cosmos was plunging into its wildest, most disorderly era.

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Murderous fury blazed in Aurek's stare.

The golden blade gripped in his fist quivered wildly, as though craving boundless carnage forever.

Lucio, Heimerdinger, and Winston gazed into the Star Sea's depths, their minds weighed down.

Revealing the Empire's might like this probably wouldn't scare off foes—it could lure even fiercer ones.

Now, the Crossbridge Empire loomed as a massive peril to all.

One hegemon's climb always crushed others' domains. The Empire would haunt every faction's core fears.

A far deadlier stellar conflict was on the verge of erupting!

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Apollo commanded the troops in a relentless chase after the routed masters, slaying as they pushed into the Styx Sector.

By that point, the Styx Sector had fallen into total carnage.

The Starwatcher God-King's pullback command arrived too late.

The Cursefont Star God remained entangled in combat with War-God Nightingale, the Sky Wolf God General, the Silver StarGod General, and various other quasi-Empyrean Sanctum warriors.

Not even the Boundary Arbiter's unbeatable slaying might could endure the Cursefont Star God's dreadful force.

The Cursefont Star God could battle Gorgan, leader of the Primordial Giants, alongside multiple quasi-Empyrean Sanctum giants simultaneously.

On the Chaos Demigod Throne rankings, his fighting prowess would secure a top-ten spot.

The Silver StarGod General fell to a brutal end.

Both the Sky Wolf God General and War-God Nightingale had already perished once.

As for the Sage Masters and true Sage Masters—the core fighters of the fray—they were being overwhelmed and cut down in masses.

Boom—!

The Sunblessed Goldenflame Phoenix unfurled its wings, spanning starfield limits as a sea of scorching flames rushed forth!

The billion-strong sage lord army poured into the Styx Sector front like an unstoppable surge!

Suddenly, the border guardians halted in stunned silence.

They lifted their heads, eyes widening in shock.

The heavens brimmed entirely with sage lord-realm fighters!

Despair and powerlessness swallowed every soul at once.

War-God Nightingale's core shook violently, forcing even him to draw a sharp gasp.

"...Th-this... how can we battle this?"

For the first time ever, a profound hopelessness gripped him.

"Pull back from the front—all units withdraw—!"

The Sky Wolf God General bellowed out of nowhere.

"Go—! Total pullout, immediately!"

That booming call snapped the fear-frozen defenders to life.

In the next instant, the forces streamed out of the Styx Sector like a torrent, scrambling past its frontiers!

World-gate after world-gate ripped open far off!

And from the starfield's opposite flank, a vaster imperial force barreled in!

From a distance, it resembled a furious sea wave slamming a stream, advancing endlessly!

The Styx Sector's local beings stood frozen in awe.

Innumerable masters remained rooted like statues,

gawking at this insane, impossible spectacle.

"A new Star Sea dominator... has emerged!"

Lindsey, Hall Lord of the Apocalypse Hall, lurked in a Star Sea nook, his feelings churning.

To this day, he couldn't shake the memory of that light wall—an unbreakable divide.

That plain-looking veil had split that presence from all creatures, elevating one to godhood and the rest to vermin.

He couldn't erase the image of that sky-filling sage lord army.

This era would herald the Crossbridge Empire's ascent—the time when that mythic Emperor would blaze with peerless glory!

Lindsey had to accept it.

And so did everyone else.

The conflict's scales had tipped utterly.

The mirrored avatar that had lingered so long scattered into myriad light specks, gradually vanishing.

The golden sword sliced through the skies and plunged into the Gold Giant Gate.

The two quasi-Origin Artifacts that had tempted endless masters—the Annihilation Spear and the Heart of Starfield Maintenance—were yanked away and trailed after, slipping into the gate.

The God Mountain Royal Court's surviving holdouts, who had battled to their last, now held only awe in their stares.

They beheld that massive gate, that heaven blanketed by the sage lord army, and their minds cleared of all distractions.

The royal court they had revered now appeared as worthless specks under this empire's stride.

From Frostwinter Realm to the Devers Divine Empire to the Cloudreach Domain... beings in vast domains all sensed that same majesty and dominance.

Not the Celestial Light God Realm that forged the Crossbridge Empire.

Rather, the Crossbridge Empire's glow that lit them up.

And that light wall stood as an everlasting celestial rift no being could breach.

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