Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 569 -569-A Killing Trap Aimed at Aurek — Storm Thunder God

In an instant,

just Kanja along with the remaining true Sage Masters and quasi-Empyrean Sanctum powerhouses survived on the chaotic battlefield.

Yet as they scanned the barren spots where their allies once fought, utter shock gripped them all.

Endure for two full hours?

Heh... ridiculous. They hadn't lasted even ten minutes!

Eternal Apollo Sunblaze surged across the Star Sea, barreling directly toward Kanja.

"Curse the Crossbridge Empire—we'll all perish together—!"

Fueled by rage from the relentless Crossbridge forces, the true Sage Masters opted for self-explosion one by one!

Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom—!

Endless blasts of ruinous tempests swallowed up the entire scene!

"Hahaha! Perish alongside me, all of you—!"

Additional true Sage Masters triggered their detonations, and soon even the quasi-Empyrean Sanctum specialists joined in the self-destruction!

Cracks ripped through the Annihilation Starfield, causing myriad worlds to crumble in its wake!

Eternal Apollo Sunblaze landed a blow on Kanja, pushing him to the edge of utter ruin.

Kanja perished moments later and started reforming his form.

Gazing at the icy, stoic imperial war deity facing him, any spark of resistance vanished from his soul.

Even back when Apollo was merely a true Sage Master, he could slay quasi-Empyrean Sanctum foes.

Now, having ascended to quasi-Empyrean Sanctum status himself,

challenge him?

Kanja wouldn't dare imagine it.

He simply couldn't withstand it.

A profound emptiness invaded his spirit.

Never had confronting a Divine Court shaken him so deeply.

But the overwhelming terror of the Crossbridge Empire had demolished his resolve entirely.

Helplessness. Despair.

He triggered the explosion of his sage-rank form.

By now, even his will to battle had eroded away.

Apollo observed with chilling detachment.

Ares, War Bear, and the rest of the commanders pressed the troops onward, conquering realm after realm.

"Esteemed lords, we choose to yield—!"

"Beneath the mighty Crossbridge Emperor, my Firewing Clan pledges submission..."

As the savage edge of the Crossbridge forces loomed over them, hidden powerhouses from various groups emerged and dropped to their knees, pleading for clemency.

Some others vanished stealthily, biding their time for a future counterattack.

Deep in the core Annihilation Origin Realm, the Oblivion Originkin set for withdrawal had no choice but to activate the planar gates prematurely.

Their scheme to delay for two hours collapsed. Desperate escape became their only path.

To evade any chase, they smashed the planar gates right after crossing.

"Certain Oblivion Originkin managed to slip away. Do we give pursuit?"

Within the Annihilation Origin Realm, War Bear furrowed his brow while inquiring.

"No need."

Apollo held his sword at rest.

"Clear the battlefield, then launch an assault on the Elysium Star Realm without delay."

"General!"

Right then, a Void Warlock ripped open space and appeared in front of Apollo.

He offered a shimmering magic stone pulsing with holy radiance using both hands.

"This came from the Voiddark Realm."

Apollo accepted it and inspected closely.

Besides the azure designs adorning its exterior, minuscule runes hid inside the stone—too faint to spot easily.

He channeled a wisp of origin power into it.

The sacred magic stone instantly released waves of brilliance.

A mysterious star-disc gradually materialized.

After a quick probe, Apollo's eyes narrowed sharply.

That star-disc actually revealed glimpses of the Threads of Fate!

Whatever could reveal the Threads of Fate was surely no trivial treasure!

He swiftly stored the sacred magic stone.

"Dispatch this back right away and deliver it to His Majesty!"

...

Beyond the Annihilation Starfield.

At the border of the Elysium Star Realm, within the Kaboe Star Realm.

In the Godblood Scions' clan hall, the patriarch and several quasi-Empyrean Sanctum elites waited in reverence.

All their gazes locked onto the exalted throne in the hall's heart.

A youth bearing a lightning mark on his brow occupied the seat.

His presence evoked a living deity, radiating holiness and majesty!

Should any Kaboe Star Realm inhabitants witness this, terror would seize them upon recognizing the youth as identical to Storm Thunder God, the herald of the Lord of the Formless—their eternal supreme god revered across generations!

The Lord of the Formless ranked among the ultimate deities venerated by the Godblood Scions' entire cosmos. He granted primal divine might to creatures and forged the realm's foundation.

Storm Thunder God served as the envoy proclaiming heavenly edicts to mortals—and the direct heir of the Lord of the Formless!

Yet both dwelled solely in timeless tales and lore, honored through temple idols alone.

Now, he manifested in true form.

"Patriarch!"

A sage lord dashed into the chamber, poised to relay news.

"Insolence!"

The patriarch whirled around fiercely and snapped a reprimand.

Quasi-Empyrean Sanctum pressure descended like an avalanche, slamming the sage lord to the floor with blood streaming from nose and lips.

The sage lord glanced up in disbelief, his sight settling on the youth upon the divine throne. His eyes widened in alarm.

Storm Thunder God!

The youth addressed him evenly, "It's fine. Attend to your report first."

The patriarch inclined his head low, then faced the clansman. "What is it? Mind your conduct."

The sage lord regained composure and swiftly delivered the update.

"The Crossbridge Empire dispatched one billion sage lord legions to ravage the Annihilation Starfield!"

"Kanja fell in combat. Conrad has escaped the Annihilation Origin Realm with survivors. The Crossbridge Empire aims to crush every major force—and our Godblood Scions lie in their sights."

Prior to this, the Godblood Scions had dispatched elites to the Eastern Starfield as well.

The Crossbridge Empire held that grudge firmly.

"You may withdraw."

The patriarch waved the sage lord away, then pivoted and prostrated before Storm Thunder God.

"My lord, grant your humble servants your grace."

Though the patriarch stood as a top quasi-Empyrean Sanctum force and appeared on the Star Sea Demigod Throne rankings, he remained utterly deferential before this youth.

For the figure ahead was the legendary Lord of Thunder from the Godblood Scions' ancient sagas!

And those sagas traced back to the Primordial Epoch, predating the Ancient Epoch.

The Lord of the Formless was a Primordial Epoch Empyrean Sanctum titan, with Storm Thunder God as his progeny—an invincible guardian of all life!

"Crossbridge Empire... Aurek..."

Storm Thunder God's face turned grave and aloof as he whispered terms beyond the patriarch and others' grasp.

He appeared to divine some fate, speaking only after extended silence.

"As foretold in the Tablet of Destiny, it holds true."

He halted briefly.

"I will end his reign myself."

Joy erupted among the patriarch and the quasi-Empyrean Sanctum experts in the hall.

This was their mythic Lord of Thunder, supported by a Primordial Epoch Empyrean Sanctum behemoth.

Per the legends, Storm Thunder God commanded four Wind-Thunder Holy Bodies—four incarnations crafted by the Lord of the Formless from his essence and ultimate arts. Each harbored Empyrean Sanctum-level destructive force!

He had received direct tutelage from the Lord of the Formless, ascending to rule the cosmos as the Lord of Thunder.

To such a figure, dispatching quasi-Empyrean Sanctum foes like them would prove child's play.

Whatever schemes Storm Thunder God pursued—be it the Starborne Divine Court's mystery or deeper plots—the Godblood Scion powerhouses cared little to probe.

They served as mere attendants to these entities, bartering loyalty to Primordial Epoch powers for safeguarding. Nothing more.

"That Aurek wields a lone avatar to effortlessly slay quasi-Empyrean Sanctum foes and wipe out Ancient Epoch survivors. His core form must border Empyrean Sanctum already..."

"Thus, eliminating him outright won't prove easy."

Storm Thunder God rose steadily.

"Starting now, I'll set a deadly snare for him."

Storm Thunder God held no contempt for Aurek's feats in the prior Eastern Starfield clash.

A entity reaching quasi-Empyrean Sanctum in mere five years, an emperor crafting eternal myths—his demise demanded utmost caution.

Aurek's personal prowess shone exceptionally; meticulous strategy was essential.

"My lord, why not summon the Father God to intervene directly?"

the patriarch inquired with utmost respect.

Storm Thunder God remained standing, arcs of thunderlight crackling about him.

"Father God focuses on advancing to superior realms and can't spare attention for this. If required, I'll call upon the Disc Sage to join."

He stopped, then added.

"Yet Aurek grasps the Twelvefold Aetherian Sanctuary, tied to that ultimate being's legacy. The lurking titans won't stand idle."

He had learned that, following the ancient lineages' prior rout, an Empyrean Sanctum from the Ancient Epoch's survivors geared to step forth personally.

They held back from open display due to the current era's risen Empyrean Sanctums.

Moreover, the Primordial Epoch scrutinized the Eastern Starfield intently.

Via the Tablet of Destiny, even Chaos Epoch and Origin Epoch figures couldn't overlook it.

And beyond them, those presences...

Epochal divides alone barred their entry for now.

But the Tablet of Destiny's weight, linked to that paramount entity, loomed too vast.

Those forbidden powers would soon unleash. And then, the Crossbridge Empire would shatter amid the storm.

All it needed was one spark.

Storm Thunder God issued commands to the patriarch, after which his silhouette morphed into a thunderbolt and disappeared.