Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 586 -586-A Quasi-Empyrean Sanctum Hunted Down and Slain
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The sage rank of the Cycle Divine Court shifted his gaze to the sage rank from the Endless River.
"Your Excellency, we entrust the annihilation of those legions to you. Our focus will be on handling the supreme sage rank from the Crossbridge Empire and Aurek."
The sage rank gave a nod in agreement.
Known with great reverence as the Lord of the Endless River, he served as the divine protector of the Endless River.
This Endless River formed a vast heavenly divide linking the Chaos Singularity to the vast starry realms of the myriad races. In his role as guardian, he maintained vigil at this point, shouldering the fate of the Endless River while gaining benefits from the offerings of mighty entities traversing to and from the Chaos Singularity.
To secure the Endless River's future, engaging in this conflict proved essential.
Beyond that, he could potentially claim the mystery held by Aurek—or even the Aetherian Sanctuary!
With four additional sage rank figures accompanying him on this venture, the foes boasted at most three combatants at the Empyrean Sanctum level. Dangers were minimized to the utmost degree.
Such an endeavor promised substantial gains.
His eyes fixed on the planar gate within the Styx Sector. Raising his hand once, the infinite waters of the stellar river burst forth.
Spanning the limitless expanse, these waters thundered toward the billions of Sage Masters!
The Star Sea's waters bellowed while drawing in chaos essence and Threads of Fate, solidifying into a raging flood brimming with lethal purpose as it barreled against the imperial forces!
Not just Sage Masters—genuine Sage Masters and quasi-Empyrean Sanctum powerhouses alike would be pulverized utterly if they dared confront that force directly!
"You are courting death!"
The stunningly radiant features of the Crusader Goddess Venus hardened instantly, a surge of killing aura erupting from her furrowed brow.
Her delicate hand swept outward—
Every trace of killing intent across the Star Sea was pulled under her control in a flash!
Hovering over the Styx Sector, this deadly energy coalesced into a formidable stream crafted from myriad armaments, slamming straight into the stellar deluge unleashed by the Lord of the Endless River!
Venus wielded the Law of War in its purest form: she commanded the ability to seize any existing killing power for her own purposes.
Simultaneously, with a quick gesture, she unleashed yet another exalted divine technique.
A whole starfield was wrenched across the void, boldly blocking the onslaught from the five supreme sage ranks!
Boom—!
The four sage ranks struck together, demolishing that starfield with one unified blow.
"A mere first-level supreme sage rank dares seek death? Then you shall all perish here!"
Venus's chilling proclamation resounded through the void, rattling innumerable fighters on either side.
Mastering the ultimate essence of the Law of War, she required no mastery of particular skills—each motion of her arm could manifest into endless divine abilities.
In this colossal arena of conflict, war itself amplified Venus further, propelling her battle prowess to alarming peaks.
Thus, despite facing five at once, she compelled all five supreme sage ranks to withdraw from the Styx Sector—from the very domain of the Crossbridge Empire.
Her aim was to shift the clash far away from the Eastern Starfield.
…
Dozens of billions of Sage Lord rank soldiers surged onto the field.
Immediately, shock gripped the faces of all troops in the alliance.
While confronting over a hundred billion sage lord forces had offered a faint chance, these dozens of billions of Sage Lord rank divisions now sent shudders through their very forms and spirits.
Their grips on weapons quivered beyond control.
"If this isn’t a nightmare... then we’re finished..."
"We’re all going to die. There’s no way we can win..."
"What kind of joke is this? Were we sent here just to die?!"
Despair rampaged unchecked over the endless battleground.
Regret and utter dejection marked every visage in the allied ranks.
"Kill—! Hahaha...!"
"May the Crossbridge Empire endure forever! May His Majesty the Emperor shine with the Star Sea!"
"Glory to Lord Aurek!"
"Entire army, attack—!"
The Lord of the Blazing Eagle, Otto, and the rest brimmed with wild elation.
It seemed they had entirely overlooked their former hostilities.
Now, a single idea dominated their minds: devotion.
To rank as the Empire's truest guardians. To spill blood and sacrifice for the Empire's splendor. To forge a grand, luminous route for their people's rise!
One by one, these formidable entities plunged into the fray with manic zeal.
Boom—!
Over 16 billion Crossbridge warriors collided headlong with the frontline of the united cosmic coalition!
The myriad races' starry expanse quaked!
This fearsome surge disrupted not just the fabric of space, but the principles of order and Threads of Fate too, igniting echoes across millions of starfields!
"Ahhh—!"
Piercing wails echoed across the Star Sea!
Bodies and gore scattered wildly, drenching starfield after starfield in vivid red!
Each scream carried pure anguish and futility!
Within mere moments, the alliance's over 30 billion strong lost close to a third of their numbers!
This conflict was brutal warfare—yet above all, a slaughter of countless souls.
Myriad cosmic powerhouses observing from distant points quivered at the spectacle, their mouths agape.
Over ten billion experts at Sacred Radiance rank, Divine Oracle, and sage lord levels were dying right before them. They beheld the demise of endless existences.
They could firmly assert that in their lives, no other cosmic clash would stun or etch itself deeper than this.
"This is a war that cannot be won!"
"Damn the Crossbridge Empire—retreat, retreat now!"
Surviving the initial clash, leaders from various groups quickly grasped the vast disparity and bolted rearward in panic.
What did future reprisals matter? What of angering the Divine Court? With death imminent, nothing else counted!
Escape was their sole desire!
130 billion sage lord troops, plus over 3 billion Sage Lord rank troops!
This onslaught resembled a cosmos-engulfing wave crashing through the starry domains of all races.
Overwhelming might obliterated all opposition.
In this instant, the Crossbridge Empire bared its concealed, razor-sharp teeth to the universe!
"Damn it!"
As Endless River fighters fell in droves under the blades, Starfield Lord Ryan's expression grew utterly grim.
He summoned the Beginningless Divine Stone, a quasi-Origin Artifact treasure, and flung it ferociously toward the advancing imperial ranks.
Suddenly, time halted and space locked tight.
The Mountain Shieldbearer raised a golden shield of trillions of folds, creating a barrier wall across a full starfield!
The Beginningless Divine Stone breached the safeguard in one thrust, embedding into the zone where time and space stood confined.
Temporal snares and void implosions encircled it at once.
The Frostbound Warlock acted swiftly, encasing the whole starfield in ice.
In the shortest blink, the Curseweaver channeled Ryan’s presence and Threads of Fate to unleash a fate-binding curse.
The Soul Warlock struck next, igniting a colossal burst of soul energy.
The Life Sorcerer, drawing on the laws, started corroding Ryan’s vital force.
From distance, the Doomsday Warrior and Elven Marksman unleashed endless barrages unchecked.
The Titan, morphed into a towering behemoth spanning hundreds of millions of meters, marched through the Star Sea and hammered his fists repeatedly into the fully enclosed zone.
This full barrage concluded in a heartbeat.
Boom!
BOOM—!
Even a mighty quasi-Empyrean Sanctum like Ryan exploded into a bloody haze under that barrage of strikes.
His vital force, soul force, law force, and Threads of Fate endured total ruin!
Soon after, he reconstituted and revived at the Star Sea's far edge.
Yet upon revival, his level had dropped, and his core suffered severe harm.
Gazing at the imperial forces, his frame shook, dread flooding his soul.
Luckily, as a quasi-Empyrean Sanctum, he harnessed a fragment of the Threads of Fate for his return. Else, that dread blow would have wiped him out entirely!
"These people aren’t soldiers at all—there’s not a trace of weakness among them... This is literally over ten billion top-tier experts!"
Then, hopelessness crept silently into his core.
Having tasted the horror of the Crossbridge troops firsthand, he was forced to concede—he knew fear again, a sensation absent for ages.
"Children of the Endless River, retreat immediately—!"
His bellow issued the command as he whirled to abandon the field without pause.
Yet prior to fleeing, swarms of Elemental Assassins lurking in the emptiness erupted forth!
He dodged blow after blow.
However, against the unyielding onslaught from tens of thousands of Sage Lord rank Elemental Assassins, with his diminished state from the level drop, even he faltered under the pressure.
Just then, Cyriel—whose strength neared quasi-Empyrean Sanctum—fired an arrow.
The Time Warlock and Void Warlock dashed forward once more to confine space.
The Titan pulverized him with yet another fist!
The Life Sorcerer, Curseweaver, and Soul Warlock delivered the ultimate destructive barrage.
"No—!"
"How is this possible?!"
Ryan’s frantic scream tore across the cosmos.
The instant after, he marked the first quasi-Empyrean Sanctum felled in this war by the imperial forces' united might—vanquished beyond his tier through flawless teamwork.