Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 615 -615-The Frightened Sword-Sea Emperor
Previously on Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined...
The moment Alexander, Dikru, Limut, and the rest caught the phrase ninth-level supreme sage rank, shock nearly burst their hearts apart.
Ninth... ninth-level Empyrean Sanctum?!
Disbelief made their eyes pop wide open.
Before, the massive rush of more than one hundred billion Quasi-Empyrean Sanctum had stunned their thoughts, giving no chance to assess Aurek’s actual rank.
Yet... this defied all reason!
One year!
Just one year prior, this Emperor had only just stepped into Empyrean Sanctum. And in a mere instant, he stood at the edge of Quasi-Eternal sage rank?
He wasn’t merely a gifted prodigy — those so-called geniuses couldn’t even polish Aurek’s boots!
"Impossible..."
"No... no..."
The sheer madness was beyond comprehension!
A force of almost one hundred billion Quasi-Empyrean Sanctum was already beyond belief — and Aurek’s level now demolished every notion they held before!
...
Suddenly, the mark on the Sword-Sea Emperor’s forehead ignited, resembling a third godly eye awakening.
The formation of nine hundred ninety-nine Cursed Swords reacted at once, fixing their aim squarely on Aurek.
In a flash, three hundred thirty-three Cursed Swords ripped across the void, hurtling at him with deadly accuracy.
Aurek’s gaze sharpened.
Within that group, he detected a known presence — the identical sword that previously held down the Oblivion Wastes in the Endless Continent.
However, its strength now far surpassed what it once was!
Each of these swords matched the might of an Origin Artifact.
Moreover, all nine hundred ninety-nine Cursed Swords possessed nearly the same formidable strength.
This implied confronting nine hundred ninety-nine Origin Artifacts all at once.
The overwhelming devastation was beyond imagination! Not even the Dragon Emperor would dismiss such an attack lightly.
With a mighty bellow, an illusory golden dragon claw slammed down onto the three hundred thirty-three Cursed Swords.
Yet, in a split second, the claw got punctured clean through!
The Sword-Sea Emperor had crafted these Cursed Swords from solidified divine metals gathered in the Primordial River Cosmos.
Across more than ten million years, he kept them sealed, scattering them through various universes to unleash repeated disasters of mass destruction, fed by the blood and grudge of countless lives.
Afterward, he brutally merged the essences of billions of divine swords from the Chaotic Sword Sea into them, forging arms that could shred the Star Sea itself.
The dread of these Cursed Swords lay not just in their brutal killing might. Every blade harbored boundless malice — a loathing fierce enough to erode even the Fate River.
Upon impact, such swords could breach an foe’s Threads of Fate, delve into the Fate River, and doom their fate via unbreakable causality, cutting off the Threads of Fate and completely annihilating the target.
A Quasi-Eternal sage rank might face severe repercussions. Though supreme sage ranks grasped the Fate River deeply, these assaults hit right at the core.
Using endless malice as the edge, every blow caused a permanent scar on one’s destiny.
Once, the Sword-Sea Emperor unleashed thirty-six of these Cursed Swords into the Myriad Races Starfield. They wiped out tens of thousands of universes, closing era after era, gathering malice beyond measure.
In the Devouring Cursed Sword Array, three hundred thirty-three swords handled attack, three hundred thirty-three managed protection, and three hundred thirty-three wielded the Sword Universe’s lethal force. They wove in the Fate River to deliver a unified blow against the foe.
Even a Quasi-Eternal sage rank would approach with caution.
Although the array remained incomplete, it proved more than enough to assail Aurek.
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The three hundred thirty-three Cursed Swords broke through the dragon-claw mirage, surging straight at the Dragon Emperor.
Trailing behind, countless billions of divine swords from the Sword Sea surged upward, forming a devouring wave that could engulf all in its path!
The Dragon Emperor let out a thunderous roar, opting to meet the charge directly.
Despite lacking Quasi-Eternal sage rank, the enhancements from his divine techniques rendered his strength peerless. Each encounter bore the weight of Quasi-Eternal sage rank authority.
The Sword Sea Universe failed to endure such intense combat — it crumbled relentlessly from the pressure.
Most horrifying were the Fate River retaliations, deadly in nature. A single hit might obliterate whole universes in moments.
Spectators far away in the Star Sea trembled at the vastness of it all.
Conflict driven by a Quasi-Eternal sage rank proved utterly horrifying.
...
Aurek seized the Golden Sword and slashed it wide.
An eternal barrier emerged in front of the Cursed Swords, a sacred wall that blocked everything.
Unyielding, the Dragon Emperor advanced, activating his supreme ability:
"Calamity Dimension!"
Its maw parted, releasing infinite strands of Fate woven into ultimate lightning, pouring down on the Sword-Sea Emperor.
Countless billions of divine swords exploded under the lightning, dissolving into rays of brilliance.
"What... power is this?!"
Pallor drained the Sword-Sea Emperor’s face.
He quickly withdrew the three hundred thirty-three Cursed Swords.
Simultaneously, the Devouring Cursed Sword Array ballooned outward, frantically resisting the ultimate lightning.
The blood-red sword sea, brimming with tormented malice and ferocious lightning, smashed together amid ear-splitting wails that rent the spirits.
Right then —
Crusader Goddess Venus drew the Divine Oracle Sword out of the rune formation.
On this occasion, she seized momentary dominance over it before slamming it against the Devouring Cursed Sword Array.
Boom—!
The Sword Sea Universe buckled under the barrage, tearing savagely into halves!
The Devouring Cursed Sword Array quaked fiercely from the impact. Though its peak defensive might flared, the Sword Sea split open, the crack racing wildly to the far end of the Sword Universe.
Realm after realm vanished into void.
Billions of divine swords fragmented and dispersed through the stars.
That one blow ravaged almost half the universe.
The Sword-Sea Emperor shook; his gray robe fluttered on its own.
At his back, the Fate River roiled fiercely, bearing crushing strain.
He stared in dread at the Divine Oracle Sword, feeling an unfathomable presence.
By ascending to Quasi-Eternal sage rank with a lone sword, he knew the horror concealed in that weapon all too well.
Words failed him, but some unseen power churned dread within his core.
He thrust his swords toward the Fate River, attempting to twist fate and quell the Divine Oracle Sword’s might just as Venus pulled it free.
However, the Dragon Emperor moved swifter!
In warlord form, the dragon’s tail lashed into the phantom Fate River, smashing the exalted sword glow.
The force kept surging, barreling right at the Sword-Sea Emperor!
"Impossible!"
"How could someone not yet Quasi-Eternal sage rank control the Fate River?!"
Despair gripped the Sword-Sea Emperor’s heart; his eyes gleamed with sharp peril.
Still, he refused to prolong the fight.
In a heartbeat, he ordered the Devouring Cursed Sword Array to rend the universe and escape!
Dikru, Limut, and the others stood frozen in shock.
Every fighter from Origin Sword Sea gaped in astonishment.
Their revered icon — the luminous figure who toppled endless ages — had forsaken it all to run away?
Ice chilled Alexander’s heart.
He understood clearly: had victory seemed possible, the Sword-Sea Emperor would never retreat.
His immediate flight, ignoring even Origin Sword Sea’s heritage, spoke volumes.
The implication rang true.
By now, the conflict had progressed: his top son, David, lay slain, and the fight was irredeemable.
Rage burned, yet Alexander could only fall back.