Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 568 -568-Erasing the Courage of Moths Flying into Flame
Previously on Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined...
Throughout the vast expanse of the Star Sea, heated conversations erupted in innumerable starfields about the intense conflict in the Eastern Starfield and the Crossbridge Emperor.
Yet in the Annihilation Starfield, the domain of the Oblivion Originkin, tension hung thick like never before.
The genuine Sage Masters and quasi-Empyrean Sanctum powerhouses dispatched to the Eastern Starfield hadn't just failed against the Crossbridge Empire—they'd all met their end!
Worse yet, their actions had thoroughly provoked that fearsome emperor!
As the Crossbridge Empire unveiled ever more daunting might, dread rippled through the beings of the Annihilation Starfield.
Within the grand hall of the Oblivion Originkin.
Patriarch Conrad occupied the main seat, his face shadowed in gloom.
Flanking both sides stood the clan's formidable figures, each a true Sage Master or quasi-Empyrean Sanctum authority.
Every expression mirrored the same weighty concern and simmering fury.
The Oblivion Originkin, after all, ranked among the supreme races of the endless starry expanse—roots tracing back to antiquity, foundations unshakeably profound.
But now, their quasi-Origin Artifact, the Annihilation Spear, lay lost.
They'd suffered the fall of multiple quasi-Empyrean Sanctum elites, and to top it off, invited an adversary far beyond their capacity to challenge!
The ultimate disgrace—they lacked the nerve to strike back and now cowered in terror over Aurek’s mere words: "Though distant, I will strike."
This shame cut deeper than any wound!
"Patriarch,"
a quasi-Empyrean Sanctum authority broke the silence.
"For now, the Crossbridge Empire likely won't advance. We could ally with the Starfont Divine Court or the Reincarnation Divine Court, rally a few other mighty races, and unite to fend off the Crossbridge Empire."
"Precisely."
Another voice chimed in agreement. "The Crossbridge Empire dominates the Twelvefold Aetherian Sanctuary, and it guards that hidden legacy from the Starborne Divine Court."
"Until Aurek surrenders that secret, he remains the sworn foe of the whole cosmos. If we can just withstand until that moment—"
Rumble—!
His words cut short as the entire annihilation hall quaked fiercely.
The full Annihilation Starfield shuddered in response!
Conrad and the gathered elites swiftly extended their senses across the Star Sea.
All the Oblivion Originkin powerhouses surged outside.
Myriad beings across the starfield detected the disturbance too, with one powerhouse after another soaring toward the starfield's borders...
The sight that greeted them left all onlookers stunned in place.
Over a dozen colossal planar gates, towering millions of meters tall, ripped open amid the Star Sea.
Guided by Ares, War Bear, and their comrades, almost a billion sage lord legionaries flooded forth in an overwhelming wave!
The imperial forces rolled in, blanketing the heavens and depths!
Eternal Apollo Sunblaze positioned himself at the starfield's heart, his godly aura erupting, instantly quelling the starfield's very essence.
His eyes fixed unyieldingly on the Annihilation Origin Realm.
"Hostile invasion! Black Eaglewing standards—it's the Crossbridge Empire's forces!"
"Th-this... is this truly the might of the Crossbridge Empire...?"
The powerhouses concealed near the Star Sea's fringe gaped at the sage lord legions swarming the void, hopelessness crashing over their spirits.
In that instant, they grasped the essence of true supremacy!
The billions-strong sage lord legions were no illusion!
Over one declaration—"Though distant, I will strike"—they'd unleashed nearly a billion sage lord-realm troops in a single thrust...
This level of tyranny chilled to the bone.
Innumerable elites quivered in flesh and spirit, words failing them entirely.
Even Patriarch Conrad sensed an overwhelming helplessness.
The Oblivion Originkin authorities, mere moments ago scheming on survival, now watched with contracting eyes as despair engulfed them like a relentless surge.
All notions of resistance shattered utterly.
They'd arrived with such blinding speed!
And every contingent at sage lord level?
How could anyone battle that—with sheer folly?
Conrad gazed endlessly at the infinite host dominating the Star Sea.
Then he pivoted to face the elites trailing him.
His tone rang low yet firm.
"We, the Oblivion Originkin, stand no chance against them."
"But if Aurek believes he can erase our Originkin bloodline's legacy entirely—that's a fantasy!"
His stare roamed over the assembly.
"I'll assign some of our kin to stall the Crossbridge Empire's legions. The others must seize the Oblivion Originkin bloodline and flee the Annihilation Starfield at once."
"Our sole aim is safeguarding a fragment of our bloodline legacy."
The elites eyed the planar gates piercing the frontier, their visages drained of color as they assented.
Against nearly a billion sage lord legions, no matter their pride, none harbored illusions of triumph.
All recognized the inevitable end.
Yet if their demise could forge even a faint chance, then such a sacrifice held value!
"I'll remain!"
A quasi-Empyrean Sanctum authority advanced.
He regarded Conrad gravely and declared,
"Patriarch, count me in to stay!"
"Me too!"
"Include me as well. Death's no big deal..."
Multiple true Sage Masters and quasi-Empyrean Sanctum elites followed suit.
In this dire hour, sacrifices demanded leaders.
A handful perishing beat the total annihilation of the Oblivion Originkin.
Conrad addressed the initial volunteer,
"Delay the Crossbridge Empire's army for two hours if you can!"
Kanja inclined his head with grave resolve.
The elites sprang into motion without delay.
They selected a portion of the Oblivion Originkin vanguard, summoned additional troops from the Annihilation Starfield, and plunged into the Star Sea.
Conrad, with the surviving kin, ripped through successive voids to initiate a frantic retreat.
"Curse that Crossbridge Empire..."
Many spectators, witnessing Kanja and his band head to doom, ground their teeth, loathing blazing in their gazes.
"If you've got the guts, endure just a bit more!"
"Right—we'll make you pay one day!"
...
Kanja commanded the forces into the Star Sea.
At his rear, millions of elites arrayed themselves opposite the ceaseless Crossbridge ranks.
Up close, the inexorable weight of that army loomed even more daunting.
"Th-this... relying solely on us... can we truly last two hours?"
A true Sage Master's features blanched as he whispered doubtfully.
Next to the Crossbridge Empire, their ranks resembled insects dwarfed by colossi!
One casual breath from the giants could engulf them...
The group behind him prickled with dread.
Anxiety swiftly infected the masses.
The terror of oblivion gripped even sage lords, true Sage Masters, and quasi-Empyrean Sanctum elites alike.
Indeed, extended lifespans often amplified one's dread of the end.
"Do... do we truly need to confront a foe of this caliber?"
"I fear... we'll perish in agony."
Yet another elite voiced his bleak resignation.
"Kill—!"
Apollo's stare pierced coldly as he surveyed below and commanded the assault.
The instant after—
Boom—!
"KILL!"
The war cry of a billion imperial soldiers thundered forth!
Some veteran sage lords trailing Kanja shook in raw terror.
A few spun and bolted outright.
Rumble—!
A billion sage lords launched their onslaught!
The sheer martial fury set the entire Annihilation Starfield quaking!
"Advance and slay—!"
Desperate frenzy ignited in Kanja’s eyes.
With a savage bellow, he hurled himself into the storm blotting the skies!
His fellow clansmen descended into frenzy too.
They recognized this as their last stand.
Every technique and ounce of strength erupted forth!
"They're courting oblivion..."
The Annihilation Starfield observers lurking unseen held their breaths, fixated on the millions charging ahead.
The display evoked insects darting toward infernos!
This clash held zero uncertainty—the power disparity yawned insurmountably.
Only one conclusion awaited!
Still, all comprehended their role in granting kin precious time.
"Endure for two hours..."
"Just two hours of resistance..."
Countless minds echoed the plea inwardly.
They hurled themselves into the fray.
In the blink that followed, the billion sage lord legions roared past like a deluge!
Rumble, rumble, rumble...
The millions of elites drowned instantly, stamped underfoot, and pulverized!
Nearly instantaneously, every charging powerhouse evaporated from sight.
The concealed Annihilation Starfield elites balled their fists till bones creaked.
Some gawked in utter disbelief, horror choking their throats.
This transcended mere battle.
It scarcely qualified as a stall.
It amounted to self-inflicted slaughter.
Millions of elites—erased in one brutal exchange!?