Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 675 -675-The King of Heaven, the Wrath of Paradise

Deep in the heart of Cycle Heaven,

a spectral silhouette hovered within the turmoil.

No physical flesh or blood made up his form. Rather, pure energy and sheer willpower shaped him wholly, as vast rivers and oceans of reincarnation swirled faintly under his feet.

Right then, his eyes sliced through infinite chaos, locking onto the churning Fate River before him.

All disturbances across Primordial River Cosmos and Truth Universe regions displayed with crystal clarity in his sight.

"One million... a million Godtouched-level troops... Aurek..."

He whispered softly to himself, his tone brimming with undisguised astonishment.

"But he probably still has no idea what kind of existence he has provoked, does he? Should I... warn him?"

The spectral figure furrowed his brows intensely.

No one understood better than him the sheer terror that Heaven embodied.

An unreachable forbidden realm it was—challengers faced just two possible ends.

They'd get labeled heretics and cleansed by divine radiance.

Or they'd drop to their knees in surrender, joining their ranks.

Not even the oldest gods and demons of the multiverse escaped this rule.

For Heaven housed multiple Authority Wielders nearing the Origin-Returning tier.

Should even one step forth, they could pulverize the whole boundless Star Sea to powder with ease.

Far more dreadful stood those two Origin Realm Seraphim!

The multiverse's ultimate boundary, the finale of existence, the judges of destiny—they were!

Deep uncertainty gripped the spectral figure.

Any link forged with Aurek would mean defying Heaven outright.

Given his puny power, endless holy light would consume him in less than a breath.

Yet staying silent... letting Aurek charge ahead wildly... would doom the boundless Star Sea irreparably in time.

After prolonged deliberation, resolve hardened within him at last.

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The revelation of the million Godtouched army's arrival stormed across the full expanse of Truth Universe like a tempest.

Mighty entities from Primordial River Cosmos who invaded either perished or escaped crushed, their armies utterly demolished.

Starfield rulers lost all fight; sequentially, they yielded to Crossbridge Divine Court, embracing Holy Law's rule.

Ares, Suggwoth, Alvin, Overthunder, Golden Armor... These generals directed Divine Court forces to conquer every direction, incorporating starfield after starfield into Crossbridge Divine Court domain.

Boundless fortune surged like rivers merging into the ocean, funneling toward that paramount and glorious Divine Court.

As endless Star Sea's fortune unified, Crossbridge Divine Court's national destiny soared to record heights.

That immense, torrent-like force bestowed ultimate boons on every key Divine Court member, as if the Star Sea crowned them all.

Meanwhile, Archangel, Guardian of the Ancient Tree of Wisdom, and Holy Sound Angel had beheld the nightmarish sight of a hundred thousand holy angels crucified.

Rage shook them to the core, teeth gnashing in fury.

Yet sensing the crushing pressure from that million Godtouched army, they choked down their wrath.

In shame, they retreated to Star Sea's hidden depths, too afraid to reemerge.

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Heaven.

Infinite holy blossoms carpeted the emptiness, glowing clouds and lucky vapors permeated, sacred glow bathed all, enveloped in tranquil harmony.

Mount Zion's insides stretched immeasurably wide, akin to a self-contained cosmos.

A sacred flower bore Michael in his seat.

Hundreds of millions of meters rose his divine frame, grand and colossal, holy radiance from his back-wings burning like lofty suns, lighting the skies.

Surrounding him, myriad angels slumbered, meditated in lotus, or lounged in repose. Heaven's eternal bedrock they formed.

"My King!"

Archangel, Guardian of the Ancient Tree of Wisdom, and Holy Sound Angel prostrated before Michael with reverence.

Gathered angels knit their brows, detecting thick scents of carnage and gore from the trio.

Michael, however, already delved into divination.

Mind force spanned the boundless Star Sea, probing to unravel all events in that cosmic zone.

Abruptly, his fingers halted, rare surprise etching his sacred visage.

"My King! The other principal angels dispatched there this time, together with one hundred thousand holy angels, have all fallen to heretics."

The Archangel lifted his gaze, his tone thick with restrained wrath.

"Within that universe dwells a human named Aurek. He commands a million Godtouched-level forces. The instant we entered that Star Sea, we found ourselves encircled..."

With a flick of his hand, a horrifying vision of one hundred thousand holy angels crucified emerged over Mount Zion.

Instantly, rage filled the whole hall.

"My King, this man's heart is as poisonous as a scorpion's sting. He dared to butcher the sacred servants of the Lord. For his crime, he deserves to plunge into the Eternal Sin Fire Prison for eternal agony!"

Golden flames blazed in Ramiel’s eyes.

Several Cherubim stretched out their mind power to probe that realm, yet each frowned upon sensing nothing.

The angel Sariel faced Michael and uttered in a grave tone.

"My King, that universe's rules and order once blocked the road to progress, but now a million Godtouched exist. This is surely no trivial affair."

Michael nodded faintly.

Even he couldn't detect that "Aurek"'s presence.

Unless he was some freakish outlier, how could he evade Michael's scrutiny?

Gabriel pressed his palms together before him and bowed lightly.

"My King, I placed a mark in that world, and I've now uncovered certain details. Everything ties back to that Divine Consort."

"Her presence there makes a million Godtouched entirely believable."

"The Divine Consort..."

The gathered angels' brows knitted deeper.

After brief quiet, Sariel declared.

"Then permit me to head there myself."

"The twenty-four principal angels of Zion met such a doom. This stands as blatant defiance against Heaven."

"We cannot ignore it. Those million Godtouched forged karma with our sacred mountain, so I shall cleanse their sins in holy light."

"If we intervene, it might alert that Divine Consort too."

"Should she step in, purifying them would turn immensely difficult."

Gabriel murmured the caution gently.

Upon hearing it, the angels grasped the implication behind his statement.

Simple clashes between underlings should stay with the underlings.

Wins, losses, life, death—those were theirs alone.

Yet if exalted angels like them moved in person, the conflict's essence would shift completely.

The Divine Consort would detect it for sure, and her awakening would ignite a greater war.

Then, converting those million Godtouched would prove almost unattainable.

Though the hundred thousand holy angels died horribly, the true treasure lay in that million-strong Godtouched legion.

"My King! Grant us leave to depart!"

The twelve mighty Thrones offered a sacred salute to Michael together.

Michael shared a look with Gabriel.

Gabriel stated deliberately, "Send Mertalon. Take the Heavenly Holy Army and three million holy angels to support him."

"Mertalon!"

Profound hush descended upon Mount Zion.

Dispatching him proved the ideal decision.

Backed by millions of holy angels and the Heavenly Holy Army's formidable purification chants, they could mass-convert that million Godtouched force.

Thus, the Divine Consort could only grit her teeth quietly, with little to protest.

Should she confront them later, they'd at least have a justification ready.

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