Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 672 -672-Terrified Out of Their Wits — A Million Godtouched Legions?

"Heretic!"

"This heretic stands corrupted beyond salvation by fiends. Purge him immediately!"

"The Lord’s blessings extend to every living creature—such divine mercy remains utterly inviolable—yet it faces this outrage. His heart harbors venom like a viper’s. Divine fury demands satisfaction."

"Purification grants redemption and liberation alike."

One by one, the twenty-four Principal Angels denounced him, their sacred chants infused with restrained wrath.

Raphael advanced and declared, "Lord Archangel!"

"Though steeped in darkness, that man’s strength has reached the Divine Revelant level."

"Even more astonishing, a Godtouched entity lurks in his shadows, backed by an immense host. I implore you to descend in glory, wipe out this blight for the Star Sea’s inhabitants, and shepherd these wayward souls to Heaven for everlasting bliss."

"So it shall be."

The Archangel gave a nod.

"Everlasting bliss? You merely force your Lord’s will into others’ souls, reducing them to mindless puppets."

A chilling voice echoed from the distance. "Hypocrites cloaked in radiant holiness! If you abandoned this Star Sea forever, peace might finally reign."

From afar, the Lord of the Star River unleashed a scornful chuckle.

He had pierced the facade of these dread titans from the Truth Universe.

Once, he yearned fiercely to trace that paramount being’s path into the Truth Universe.

But now?

They butchered Star Sea powerhouses like mere beasts or remade them by force, stripping away their minds and identities. Not a shred of desire remained in him.

"Heretic!"

The Lord of the Star River’s murmur was faint, yet the Archangel’s senses spanned the whole Star Sea. Every syllable pierced his hearing.

Fury blazed in the Archangel’s gaze. "Aligning with heretics stains you with fiends too!"

The Archangel unleashed his strike.

A colossal golden holy palm shattered the River of Fate, stretching through the Boundless Starfield to grasp the Lord of the Star River.

Beneath that infinite sacred power, the Lord of the Star River stood pinned immobile.

If Raphael’s aura resembled a mere rivulet, this assault evoked an endless sea.

Before the blow connected, fissures raced over the Lord of the Star River’s form, his destiny essence teetering on ruin.

"This is disastrous! No—!"

Desperation tore from the Lord of the Star River’s throat.

Against such a forbidden-tier colossus, resistance never even flickered in his mind.

Boom!

Primordial Elder and his companions fled in panic.

"Amen!"

"Finish it swiftly. Show the path."

The Guardian of the Ancient Tree of Wisdom addressed Raphael.

Raphael inclined his head and entered the River of Fate, ready to venture into the myriad races’ starry realms and confront Aurek.

He had devised Aurek’s torment already.

First, corrupt Aurek’s cherished one. Then compel that one to slice meat from Aurek’s flesh and impale him.

Mere bodily agony wouldn’t suffice—Raphael craved anguish of spirit and soul too. Thus alone could he honor his fallen kin.

A saintly grin adorned his features, though it chilled the spine.

The twenty-four Principal Angels and one hundred thousand Holy Angels readied themselves to march on the Crossbridge Divine Court and slay Aurek.

Yet in that instant—

Across the four quarters of the Primordial River Cosmos, five hundred thousand Godtouched void warlocks and five hundred thousand Doomsday Warriors emerged from nothingness.

That crushing aura instantly targeted the twenty-four Principal Angels, the one hundred thousand Holy Angels, and Raphael’s forces.

Boom!

Holy devotees inside the Primordial River Cosmos slammed face-first into the earth.

Beings in nearby star domains pressed flat, heads bowed low.

Pfft—!

The Lord of the Star River, Primordial Elder, Sage of Equilibrium, and others quaked like insects under a peak, eyes brimming with dread.

"Heavens... oh heavens!"

"By the Star God... what monstrosities are these?!"

"This can’t be real..."

Banami and the hiding Children of Commandment, who spied from the sidelines, nearly fled their bodies at the sight of that million-strong horde.

The weight of peak might demolished their calm. Eyes popped, sweat cascaded.

Godtouched!

Almost a million!

A million...

This Star Sea harbored a million Godtouched!

...

Raphael’s smirk solidified into ice.

The twenty-four Principal Angels gaped wide.

The one hundred thousand Holy Angels’ faces twisted as they desperately scanned about.

Without fail, each encircling figure pulsed with Godtouched might, boxing them in airtight.

Their thoughts detonated.

A million Divine Revelants? Manageable—they’d clash.

But Godtouched, a realm superior?

And one million strong!

Curse it... had Raphael lured them to slaughter?!

Worse, they sat encircled dead center. Escape? Impossible. Death loomed.

"Raphael, explain this outrage?"

"L-Lord Archangel, I... I have no idea!"

Raphael’s lips quivered wildly. He froze rigid.

That pious visage warped into terror’s mask.

Never in fevered nightmares did he foresee summoning one hundred thousand Holy Angels only to crash into a million Godtouched trap.

"Raphael, mocking the sovereign and defiling sacred glory marks you an evil cultist and heretic. Eternal crucifixion awaits!"

A void warlock intoned the Sacred Envoy’s judgment coldly.

Raphael shivered violently end to end.

Recalling his comrades’ horrors, his mouth spasmed, mind emptied.

Aurek merely Divine Revelant, yet his troops Godtouched—

Beat Raphael senseless, he’d never have guessed.

Boom!

The Archangel lashed out to claim first blood.

Gripping the Sword of the Holy Ring, he hammered toward one flank of the horde.

Supreme holy radiance obliterated laws and order in that Star Sea stretch. Purification’s force overrode all, barreling at void warlocks and Doomsday Warriors.

The Guardian of the Ancient Tree of Wisdom invoked the Tree’s arcane wisdom.

Every leaf birthed a cosmos, unveiling infinite realms as he hurled at another side.

The remaining twenty-two Principal Angels poured forth full power, as though defying the million Godtouched army head-on.

One hundred thousand Holy Angels chanted holy anthems in unison, soundwaves fusing into tempests exploding outward.

"The foolish fear nothing!"

A million throats bellowed as one.

Five hundred thousand void warlocks deployed spatial profundities. Every inch of space bent to their dominion.

Assaults and sonic gales halted midair or melted under spatial might.

"Void Reshaping! Seal!"

As void warlocks moved, Primordial River Cosmos’s primal space yielded utterly.

Space forged into fetters, clamping the one hundred thousand Holy Angels’ sacred forms—cores and souls imprisoned tight.

In one heartbeat, one hundred thousand Holy Angels stood paralyzed, chained like captives.

The twenty-four Principal Angels’ faces drained. They bombarded ceaseless holy beams, fracturing nearby space and snapping incoming spatial bonds.

"Light of Purification!"

High-stage Godtouched, the Archangel wielded vast power.

He called down a full Star Sea’s fury, thwarting much of the void warlocks’ onslaught.

Truly, Low-stage to High-stage gulf boggled the mind.

Also, the Archangel’s blow terrified beyond measure. In fact, each Principal Angel governed a vast Star Sea domain.

Though mere a projection, it bore authentic might.

Boom—!

Space erupted in chaos.