Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 599 -599-Prelude to the Great War: The Emperor’s Divine Aspect
Previously on Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined...
Even though nearly all had caught wind of the Crossbridge Empire's forces from the last cosmic conflict—legions packed with Sage Lord rank experts, billions in number, maybe even tens of billions—the tales alone had left them stunned.
Yet seeing it firsthand, enduring that overwhelming visual assault up close, rendered them completely silent.
Line after line of Sage Lord rank troops.
Hundreds of millions, surpassing a billion, and beyond!
Their ranks cut as keen and exact as a sword's edge, their gear gleaming like starfire, and every fighter's stare as hard and relentless as steel.
They resembled not living beings of flesh, but identical engines of slaughter forged in unison.
Even the Divine Court, which dominated the countless races and the cosmic expanse for a whole age, found itself humbled by this display.
The most chilling part was how this unstoppable force had been forged in merely five brief years!
What sort of might did the Crossbridge Emperor wield to pull off such impossible wonders?!
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With the Sacred Mountain under control, Apollo swiftly called forth every legion posted in the Eastern Star Sector.
The enormous host set up camp beyond the East Sacred Gate, their eyes sharp as hunting wolves aimed at the Divine Court's heart.
They fixed on the Stellar Saint-Emperor, along with the powerful figures arrayed behind him.
The Crusader Goddess Venus came down.
Meanwhile, commanders such as Cursefont Star God, Suggwoth, Ares, and War Bear brought up their reinforcements and troops.
Heeding Lucio and Philip's counsel, the empire's warriors avoided squandering effort on the remaining three Sacred Gates.
Such a move would merely dilute their primary power.
The Elemental Assassin had slipped into the Divine Court's depths and uncovered the activation of the Starlight magical array, its core positioned in the Starlight Sanctuary.
Focusing all efforts on one spot for a total assault via a single Sacred Gate offered the sole path to shatter the deadlock decisively.
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Endless Forest Sea.
A colossal form in dark imperial attire loomed over the void river.
It was none other than the Saint Emperor of the Cycle!
A subtle aura of rebirth enveloped him, his every inhale twisting the fabric of space and time nearby.
Flanking him were two pinnacle sage-rank entities.
One being the Undying Demon God.
The other, a Hell Tyrant, counted among the Cycle Divine Court's originators, an timeless survivor across three epochs.
During the prior conflict, the Lord of the Blood River fell to Aurek.
He had also co-founded the Court.
Trailing them advanced innumerable warriors nearing Empyrean Sanctum, the pure essence of the Cycle Divine Court's power built across infinite cycles.
Even farther back sprawled the immense forces of the Cycle Divine Court, darkening the heavens, stretching without end.
The Saint Emperor of the Cycle's eyes held deep wisdom.
He understood clearly that the Starfont Divine Court's downfall would drag the Cycle Divine Court into the same doom.
His original intent had been to vie with the Stellar Saint-Emperor for supremacy in the starry voids, yet the Crossbridge Emperor's ascent upended every scheme.
Post that earlier clash, they had pondered a truce, yielding ground to grant the Crossbridge Empire space in the Star Divine Court's domain, establishing a three-way equilibrium.
But Aurek rejected it outright.
Conflict now loomed inevitable.
The Starfont Divine Court's troops were rallying to the center.
Leaving the Endless Forest Sea exposed allowed the Crossbridge armies a chance to draw near and watch.
Numerous ancient behemoths hid in the gloom, observing in silence.
A enigmatic entity, wrapped in twenty-four feral energies, cut through the turmoil with its sight, zeroing in on the East Sacred Gate.
Forces from both factions kept amassing.
The whole Star Origin World choked under the mounting strain.
The Sacred Mountain, the Primeval Star Domain, the Fallen Divine Realm, and every soul on the eighty-eight continents struggled for breath.
Though the battle remained unseen, the lethal vibe loomed in the air like an impending tempest.
Certain ones pulled out all their treasures to safeguard their existence.
Others bolted in terror.
Some dropped to their knees, beseeching their deities for mercy.
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Beyond the East Sacred Gate.
Suggwoth positioned himself at the vanguard, gripping his Slayer, directing the host.
As leader of the imperial legions, his mere presence sufficed; no orders required voicing.
The Stellar Saint-Emperor's arrival sealed it—battle could not be dodged.
All talk proved pointless now.
As the legions gathered fully:
Clang!
He unsheathed Slayer, aiming it straight at the East Sacred Gate.
From the weapon surged blood-red slaughter aura, solidifying into a bellowing scarlet serpent that rocketed upward.
"Kill—!"
"Kill—!"
Sky Hawk, Sky Conceal, War Bear, Overthunder...
Every commander drove their forces like a surging flood toward the East Sacred Gate.
The Crusader Goddess Venus spanned the lands, hurtling directly at the East Sacred Gate.
The Star Sea world's killing energy gathered in her grasp, shaping a bolt that could fell a celestial body.
She bent the full Star Origin World into her bow, pulling the draw to its limit.
The Stellar Saint-Emperor's garments whipped wildly.
The Primal Grail's supreme godly force burst forth entirely.
Luminous strands of destiny exploded from its core, weaving visible webs of ruin and demise.
Beneath this dread force, Fate's Threads, rule imprints, and law's roots all appeared in the emptiness.
Hum—!
The bolt tore through the disorder, launching from the East Sacred Gate.
In its wake, reality cracked like glass, birthing a massive void whirlpool that swallowed all nearby.
The Primal Grail ascended to intercept.
Boom—!
An earth-rending blast!
The Star Origin World shook with fury.
Every one of the eighty-eight continents shuddered as one; myriad edifices crumbled, and billions of lives reeled, their visages pale as death.
They realized... the horrifying conflict had at last ignited.
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Mounted on the Primal Grail and channeling fourth-tier supreme sage-rank power, the Stellar Saint-Emperor targeted the Crusader Goddess.
The Apex Star God and the veteran sage-rank fighter lunged at once, one from each flank, surrounding Venus.
"Crush them—!"
The God Generals bellowed.
Ten thousand bordering Empyrean Sanctum.
One hundred million Sage Lord rank forces.
Close to ten billion crack soldiers poured from the East Sacred Gate like a colossal surge, set to battle the Crossbridge Empire unto the end.
Right then, the Elemental Assassin inside the Star Origin World struck out for the Starlight Sanctuary.
Boom!
Rumble—!
Landmasses fractured!
The source fractured!
Harmony and doctrine plunged into utter disarray!
Fate's Threads toppled like falling stones, rippling across the fates of myriad souls.
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In the celestial heights.
The Crusader Goddess stood solitary against the Stellar Saint-Emperor, the Apex Star God, the elder sage-rank, and the Primal Grail.
The clash of these four supreme sage-ranks rent the firmament in a flash, breaking doctrines and churning the Fate River into wild swells.
Just then, a godly projection arose on the world's canopy.
He brandished a gilded blade, perched on boundless stairs.
The treads bore carvings of a saga subduing all realms.
Atop the peak he lingered, surveying all beneath.
Grand. Regal.
Too awe-inspiring to behold.
"That... is it—?"
"The Crossbridge Emperor, Aurek?!"
Innumerable denizens of the Star Origin World gaped skyward in shock.
The emperor's projection swept a lone glance downward.
Instantly, myriad beings hemorrhaged from every orifice, tumbling down.
They quickly turned away, souls quaking utterly.
"Far too dreadful... this embodies the emperor's genuine way!"
Countless strong ones quivered, knees buckling in dread.
From the far chaotic ocean, the cryptic form cloaked in twenty-four dark presences pinned its stare on Aurek.
Over the void river, the Saint Emperor of the Cycle and the Hell Tyrant both scowled gravely.
All grasped the truth.
This marked the fabled, matchless icon: the ruler of the Crossbridge Empire, Aurek Veynar.