Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 600 -600-Two Waves Annihilate Tens of Billions
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Aurek stepped down from the stairs.
With a single stride crossing the endless emptiness, he arrived right in the center of the warzone.
A supreme imperial presence wrapped around the Stellar Saint-Emperor like a trap from which there was no escape.
"Hmph! You've finally shown up."
Flames of unyielding murderous intent burned in the Stellar Saint-Emperor's gaze.
Silently, the Apex Star God and the veteran sage-rank fighter unleashed their total attack, pulling the Crusader Goddess aside.
In the meantime, the Stellar Saint-Emperor gripped the Primal Grail and charged toward the dome of the world's skies at incredible velocity.
The infinite power of the Divine Court took shape as golden lions, flooding into his form with unceasing power.
His presence climbed noticeably—one level!
Two levels!
Three levels!
The imperial splendor kept rising without end, warping and cracking the nearby space.
This represented the boost from the full national strength of the Divine Court, among its most profound hidden assets, the very ace that had previously driven back the Ancient Legacy's retaliation!
As various forces merged, his level jumped straight to sixth-tier Supreme Sage Rank.
The Primal Grail's supreme godly power was now completely released.
Light radiating from its bowl ripped through the emptiness, summoning a portion of the Fate River.
In that stream, innumerable pieces of human fates gleamed like countless stars.
The most ancient behemoths were left trembling deep inside.
Aurek looked at him with composure.
"Just a pointless resistance," he declared, his words echoing over the entire field of battle.
"This time belongs to us now, not you."
Suddenly, behind Aurek, over two hundred million warriors at near-Empyrean Sanctum level materialized together.
More than one hundred million Doomsday Warriors,
More than one hundred million Titans,
A fearsome presence that darkened the entire sky.
The moment these two armies emerged, every God General, defender of the East Sacred Gate, the five marquises, two God Kings, legion leaders, and ten thousand near-Empyrean Sanctum experts stood motionless.
Their gazes rose toward the immense wave of might.
The legions of the Divine Court, charging out from the East Sacred Gate, suddenly decelerated.
Slower... and slower still...
Until they came to a complete halt.
All eyes turned skyward, expressions locked in utter shock.
Near-Empyrean Sanctum? Two hundred million strong?
How could they stand against that?
It went beyond what anyone had ever conceived.
Not just the Starfont Divine Court army—even Alvin, Lucio, and Philip of the Crossbridge Empire were briefly dazed by the sheer magnitude.
Duke Maupassant, Arlen, and the recently surrendered Sacred Mountain leaders stared open-mouthed in astonishment.
From the border of the Endless Forest Sea, the Saint Emperor of the Cycle, the Hell Tyrant, and the Undying Demon God stood stupefied, thoughts empty.
Even the hidden ancient sage-rank observers felt fear grip them.
Tens of billions of Sage Master soldiers were scary on their own—now throw in hundreds of millions of near-Empyrean Sanctum powerhouses?
Nobody thought such a force could be gathered in just four or five years.
"What—sage lords, Sage Masters, and now armies of near-Empyrean Sanctum..."
A top supreme sage-rank expert from the Four Symbols Secret Realm frowned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Ridiculous. In just a few days, will Aurek summon hundreds of millions at sixth-tier Supreme Sage Rank?"
Starwatcher God-King, War-God Nightingale, and the rest of the near-Empyrean Sanctum powerhouses saw their thoughts break apart right then.
Ever since clashing with the Crossbridge Empire first, their forces had rolled like a growing snowball—becoming mightier, vaster, and more bizarre after every clash.
Some simply remained rooted, expressions ashen like burnt coal.
Even the Lord of the Blazing Eagle's lips jerked slightly.
If anyone understood expanding in power and size through each conflict, it was these warriors.
From the Abyss Demon Realm to the Celestial Light God Realm, across the Eastern Starfield and Styx Sector, up to this point—they had witnessed the whole progression.
…
The Stellar Saint-Emperor's gaze resembled ice in a sealed grave.
With the Primal Grail, he smashed into the Fate River.
Immediately, the four-directional laws of order crumbled like a landslide, while myriad Threads of Fate connected to the stream were ripped asunder.
The peak destructive energy slammed in like a meteor diving into the waters, stirring up enormous surges.
Naturally, someone at sixth-tier Supreme Sage Rank couldn't actually damage the Fate River proper.
Yet he managed to target a point in the flow, seize the foe's Threads of Fate, and land a fatal blow.
Since the part of the Fate River he called forth merely depicted a particular slice of fates at this instant.
Delving deeper or following historical threads demanded an eternal sage rank.
With his blow descending, numerous entities nearby suffered, spewing blood as they were hurled back.
But Aurek? Untouched in every way.
No hint of his Threads of Fate appeared, for what stood there was the godly projection born from the empire's collective strength—not a real being tied to fate.
…
The God Generals of the Divine Court wavered, then clenched their jaws and brandished their weapons.
Confronted by hundreds of millions of near-Empyrean Sanctum foes, falling back wasn't an option.
"Kill—!"
Hundreds of millions of elite guards from the Divine Court, ten thousand near-Empyrean Sanctum veterans, and close to ten billion top soldiers rushed forward like a massive surge against the vast host of near-Empyrean Sanctum fighters.
Boom—!
The two hundred million near-Empyrean Sanctum forces advanced.
One hundred million Doomsday Warriors activated Silent Extinction, with punishing holy beams whirling madly through the void.
Rays that could shatter realms descended in a flash.
Boom—!
Boom! Boom!
More than a hundred million pillars of holy light plummeted.
Hundreds of thousands of landmasses in the Star Origin World shook fiercely.
The lands beyond the East Sacred Gate were pulverized into disordered void.
Trapped inside lay one to two billion soldiers of the Divine Court.
Eighty percent of the ten thousand near-Empyrean Sanctum veterans were wiped out on the spot.
Three among the five marquises fell right away.
Thousands of Sage Masters and true Sage Masters burst into bloody fog.
And this marked merely the start.
One hundred million Titans shifted into colossal forms towering ten billion meters, reaching toward the heavens.
They towered above the East Sacred Gate, eclipsing the firmament.
All inhabitants in the Divine Court's central zone beheld these enormous silhouettes.
Braving the ripping chaos of ruin, they pounded blow after blow onto the barrier.
Thud—!
God Generals coughed up blood and got knocked away, slamming hard into the holy gate.
Starwatcher God-King was hurled off by one strike.
The defenders of the East Sacred Gate turned to debris.
Troops scattered like dust in a gale, countless bursting into blood clouds while airborne.
Hundreds of billions of soldiers proved helpless against the Titans' strikes.
Yet another ten billion or more Divine Court warriors met their end.
The Apex Star God and the ancient sage-rank fighter could merely watch without a sound.
The Stellar Saint-Emperor stayed quiet as well.
Duke Maupassant and the fresh converts among the officials gripped their hands tightly, choked by hopelessness.
…
At the fringe of the Endless Forest Sea, the Saint Emperor of the Cycle lifted his arm, signaling wordlessly.
His forces started a disciplined pullback.
Two assaults had already demolished the Starfont Divine Court's finest.
Regardless of how many additional hundreds of billions arrived, they'd just pile up extra losses.
Should the Cycle Divine Court's armies press on, they'd contribute nothing but more bodies.
"Go back and get ready,"
the Saint Emperor of the Cycle murmured, tone subdued.
"Fall back to the Chaos Singularity."
…
In front of the East Sacred Gate, the God Generals sank into total hopelessness.
One test attack had erased tens of billions of soldiers.
They realized the two hundred million near-Empyrean Sanctum were formidable—but not to this extent.
They couldn't get close. How to battle?
Not even the Sage Master armies under Suggwoth found a moment to engage.
Over ten billion Sage Masters and Sage Lords abruptly turned into helpless onlookers.
The Crossbridge Empire's allies themselves witnessed the scene with breaking resolve.