Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 2 -2-Summon, the Strongest Assassin!

Silence enveloped the expansive, desolate hall of the palace.

Tiny specks of starlight started converging in the atmosphere right in front of Aurek.

Without any delay, he instantly expended every single Emperor Point in his possession, using them up completely to call forth ten Elemental Assassins.

Though it seemed like a desperate risk, Aurek possessed valid justifications. The Emperor Points regenerated consistently, granting ten each day. Considering the dire circumstances surrounding him, he required power immediately, not the following day. Every extra Elemental Assassin by his side provided another level of safeguard.

[Summon Successful]

The system's icy notification resounded within his thoughts.

Suddenly, the starlight intensified, with azure strands intertwining. Ten figures slowly materialized in his presence, their forms solidifying from vague outlines.

Appearing were ten forms—quiet, lethal, dressed in lightweight armor crafted purely from twinkling starlight.

In perfect synchronization, they dropped to their knees before him, their actions precise, incisive, and free of any superfluous movement.

"We greet our Lord."

Their collective voice rang out, deep and resonant, their devotion emanating with unyielding assurance.

These warriors, created by the Emperor’s Scepter, held total fidelity. Free from suspicion or betrayal—devoted solely to faithful obedience.

Aurek gave a nod, a spark of contentment shining in his gaze. A see-through panel materialized ahead of him, displaying their attributes.

[Elemental Assassin]

Quantity: 10Initial Rank: Elite Rank, Level 8 (can consume Emperor Points to level up)Skill: Elemental Merge (The higher their initial rank, the stronger the skill effect)Unit Introduction: A unit specialized in assassination. They can merge with the elements around them, enabling them to slay targets below Expert Rank with near-certainty, and even granting a chance to assassinate those at Expert Rank.

Aurek's pulse raced furiously.

They possess the ability to eliminate even Expert Rank experts?

A thrilled grin spread across his mouth.

What stunned him most was their potential for further advancement in levels.

Currently at Elite Rank—they could already take down foes beyond their tier. Should he upgrade them to Expert Rank... could they not dispatch Hero Rank fighters as well?

And should that hold true—what reason remained to dread the Ordon Theocracy?

"Demonstrate your power," Aurek ordered in a frosty voice.

The ten Elemental Assassins disappeared in a flash. No noise. No trace. A subtle gust of wind grazing Aurek’s cheek was the sole indicator of their prior presence.

"...Unseen. It's clear why they outperform their level in kills."

His gaze sharpened, wonder sparkling inside. These were assassins forged from quiet and darkness—ideal instruments for both enduring and retaliating.

Having these armaments at his disposal, Aurek at last released the breath he'd been unconsciously retaining.

Now, at the very least, he possessed a minimal degree of defense. No longer did he need to worry about being slain while asleep.

Nevertheless, ten assassins fell short.

Maybe enough for personal safety. Yet to overturn the destiny of the decaying Crossbridge Empire? Nowhere near adequate.

No—he required greater quantities. Greater points. Greater troops. Greater might.

Emperor Points.

He must accumulate them. Heaps and heaps of them.

As per the system's indication, obtaining points was straightforward in its harshness: eliminate foes.

A gradual, ironic smirk formed on Aurek’s face.

Foes?

In that regard, he was plentifully supplied.

Corruption thrived within the empire's core.

The Grand Marshal, along with ministers from all divisions, innumerable nobles—they masqueraded as allies while siphoning the empire's lifeblood, all while offering insincere obeisance.

Right in the capital itself, unlawful groups and organizations thrived without restraint. Scores of illicit groups dominated the narrow lanes and hidden paths, their influence burrowed profoundly into the empire's foundation.

On the surface, they upheld an appearance of deference. They genuflected as needed, calling him "Your Majesty" with refined politeness. Yet in secrecy, their deeds amounted to outright sedition. Each contributed to the empire's downfall.

Beyond the borders, antagonistic realms hovered like ravenous beasts. Mercenary groups, trade associations, commercial alliances—they all prowled like scavengers, ready to tear chunks from the enfeebled entity.

And towering over all was the supreme adversary—

The Ordon Theocracy.

The bitter twist lay in the fact that the empire's continued existence hinged on the Theocracy's safeguarding. Absent Ordon's overarching menace, Crossbridge would have been consumed long ago.

This realization elicited a contemptuous curl from Aurek’s mouth.

It appeared everyone focused solely on partitioning the empire. None considered the ordinary folk, the multitudes enduring the burden of such rot and abuse.

To those deemed powerful, the commoners were mere insects—beings to crush without a second thought.

However, Aurek refused to tolerate this, absolutely.

Maybe destiny brought me to this place.

The empire had long been festering, its ailment far too advanced for superficial remedies.

To rescue the vessel, every parasite needed eradication.

To achieve that, Aurek required time above all. Power. A meticulous construction of his base, one stage at a time.

Before confronting external threats, I must first stabilize my internal domain.

This marked the course. The empire demanded unification beneath his total authority, lest it disintegrate prior to his initial real advance.

His mind focused intently, a strategy crystallizing with bolt-like speed.

The Theocracy's leeching hold implied a single truth: they continued to perceive worth in exploiting Crossbridge. Thus, until they chose total destruction, Aurek retained an opportunity—duration to develop, transform, hone his edge.

His immediate priority stood evident: gather the maximum number of Emperor Points feasible. The greater the amount, the superior.

Regarding the summoned assassins? They sufficed amply for the present.

The empire had depended on hired guards for defense for ages. The top ones it could hire scarcely reached Elite Rank. His assassins matched the elite among them—and proved infinitely more fatal.

While Aurek contemplated his subsequent action, rapid footfalls approached him.

The chamber doors swung apart, and Angie came back. Accompanying her was an elder with silver hair, keen vision, and a soft grin, followed by an elegant lady in healing attire—Doctor Melina.

Angie’s eyes landed on Aurek, now upright by his bedside. They expanded in surprise, her face blending astonishment and joy.

"Your Majesty—you’re standing?" she cried out.

"Hurry, allow Doctor Melina to check you over. Kindly, get back in bed and act properly, okay?"

Her manner—soft, persuasive, nearly melodic—resembled speaking to a young child.

Aurek’s mouth quirked against his will.

She’s... regarding me as an infant?

Considering his forerunner’s disgraceful past, it came as no surprise she viewed him thus.

Regardless, Aurek aligned his posture and cleared his throat softly.

"I’m alright. Tell Doctor Melina to halt," he instructed.

Angie went rigid.

For the first instance, she heard her sovereign use such a voice—resolute, authoritative, completely diverging from the faltering, uncertain youth she recognized. Briefly, she remained rooted, astonished.

Aurek’s gaze tightened.

"Is there an issue? Do my commands lack authority now?"

Her frame tensed fully. Hastily, she lowered her head, her speech agitated.

"N-no, Your Majesty! As you wish!"

Thus, she guided the perplexed physician out, retaining just the elder.

The gentleman’s eyes focused as he observed Aurek.

When had His Majesty transformed so?

The fearful, foolish lad who cowered at mere shades had vanished. Replacing him was a youth whose stare cut so keenly, so dominantly, that even he—the veteran diplomat—hesitated to lock eyes.

Those were the orbs of a sovereign.

While he assessed Aurek, Aurek’s scrutiny roamed over him in return.

William Winston.

Secretary-General of the Crossbridge Empire. A cornerstone of the Royalist Party.

A great portion of the empire's endurance in recent years owed to his efforts.

From Aurek’s absorbed recollections, Winston ranked among the scant individuals the prior Aurek XVI genuinely relied upon. Throughout the ruler’s two-year unconsciousness, Winston served as interim leader, diligently managing the realm's affairs, stitching the unraveling fabric with firm grip.

"Secretary-General Winston," Aurek stated calmly. "It has been a long time."

Winston's eyes fluttered in surprise. Composing himself then, he bent low in reverence.

"Your Majesty, your return to consciousness brings joy across the empire. We dreaded the direst outcomes... yet fate has favored us in the end."

Aurek tipped his head a bit, skipping courtesies entirely. His voice cut keen, straightforward, majestic.

"William. I require a report on the empire's present condition."