Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 678 -678-Metatron, the Sacred Wings

Epps whispered a dire caution in lowered tones.

"Your Majesty! Those angels hail from the Heavenly Kingdom of the multiverse. A force beyond all comprehension, one that harbors a Sourcebound God!"

"Your Majesty, you must start preparations immediately. If not, this vast Star Sea could be reduced to utter powder."

His undead soul dreaded the holy hymns of the Heavenly Kingdom more than anything, which was why he revealed everything.

Should he be discovered, no salvation would await him.

Yet he remained unaware that Aurek had already delved into the Heavenly Kingdom's mysteries long ago and grasped every detail flawlessly.

Aurek ignored him completely, offering no further words or looks.

Upon hearing those words, the Star Sovereign, Primordial Elder, and other powerhouses of the Endless Continent felt their hearts plunge into utter despair.

Destruction's dark shadow and death's grip seemed already upon them.

In the end, every resistance would prove pointless.

Three million Holy Angels had come, accompanied by Heaven's vast armies.

The Archangel Commander, Guardian of the Ancient Tree of Wisdom, and Angel of Sacred Hymns had also made their descent.

Simultaneously, twelve colossal holy figures, towering billions of meters high, materialized above the River of Fate amidst dazzling golden light, ceaseless sacred chants, and flowering divine blossoms.

Endlessly, the hymns resounded.

These were precisely the twelve Fallen Angels under Remiel's lead. Their crushing aura left myriad creatures in starfields and primal chaos gasping for air.

Even those teetering on the Eternal Sage realm's edge rediscovered their insect-like insignificance.

Aurek's eyes cut through the River of Fate, landing on those twelve silhouettes.

Now he could all but verify they were the Heavenly Kingdom's fabled Fallen Angels.

Remiel and another among them had attained the Origin Sovereign realm's lower level, as the others exceeded Godtouched status, reaching quasi-Sovereign heights.

Aurek only gave them a single look before shifting his gaze upward to the celestial sacred diagram.

A hazy silhouette was solidifying rapidly, growing clearer by the instant.

Concurrently, that ultimate pressure intensified to horrifying degrees.

"What in the world is this?"

The Star Sovereign shook violently under the weight, teetering on total breakdown.

Right then, the form sharpened into full clarity.

Resplendent holy armor clad him, each segment forged seemingly from stellar matter. Archaic holy symbols adorned the chest plate, gleaming with blinding splendor.

A golden crown floated over his head, edged with twelve eternal sacred-flame jewels. Their glow rivaled the sun's ascent.

His right hand clutched a holy spear, its length wrapped in searing white sacred flames, its point honed to rend any realm.

Each stride he made sent the void quaking.

Six pairs of pristine light wings spread behind him, eclipsing skies and lands. Golden light streamed from every plume, as if crafted from light's essence.

Flames roared in his eyes. A single stare compelled all creation to bow and tremble.

His aura, dreadfully potent, dwarfed Remiel's by magnitudes—at minimum, it touched the Origin Sovereign realm's mid-to-upper echelons.

This might transcended human fancy, evoking pure terror and wonder.

Aurek's eyebrow flickered faintly.

This presence... marked a Seraph-tier powerhouse without doubt.

The sole mystery was his identity.

"Finish this swiftly. I follow the Lord’s orders and have further tasks awaiting. My stay here must be brief."

A mighty voice boomed across the River of Fate, audible to every soul alive.

The Archangel Commander and companions turned toward Metatron.

The twelve Fallen Angels nodded in unison too.

Deep veneration they bore for Metatron.

For even their mightiest, Remiel, paled to nothingness before this authentic Holy Angels commander.

Metatron ranked outside the four paramount archangels, yet his strength matched or exceeded theirs. Indeed, his combat exploits outshone all other Holy Angels.

The Heavenly Kingdom had sacrificed greatly just to bind him.

"That Crossbridge despot falls to my blade alone. The legions I entrust to you for total destruction."

To the twelve Fallen Angels, Heaven's hosts, and three million Holy Angels, Metatron declared, his tone ringing like a celestial chime.

"As you command."

Remiel folded his arms across his chest and lowered his head in agreement.

One by one, the other angels nodded, with holy light swirling around their forms.

Metatron then went completely still, as though he were probing for a presence.

In the next instant, his eyes—ablaze with eternal flames—flared wide open.

"I’ve found you!"

Right then, a deadly wave of crisis overwhelmed Aurek.

"Heretic, die!"

Metatron raised the holy spear gripped in his hand and plunged into the River of Fate.

Traversing the boundless Star Sea, right before the gazes of countless entities across trillions of starfields, he zeroed in exactly on Aurek’s position, channeling his location, aura, and destiny all to the spear’s point.

This tremendous sacred power was potent enough to rattle the Star Sea.

"Attack!"

Upon witnessing that, Remiel held back no longer and issued the command.

"The core of the Crossbridge Divine Court lies in the starry realm of the myriad races, beyond the far side of the Star Sea."

The angels responded together in perfect unison.

Immediately, Heaven’s armies alongside the three million Holy Angels rushed at Endless Starlight Isle like a surging golden tide.

Invisible sacred pressure came crashing down, wrapping around the innumerable trillions of creatures dwelling on Endless Starlight Isle.

"Kill!"

Suggwoth withstood the crushing pressure directly and bellowed while swinging his blade.

Instantly, the Godtouched Void Warlock legions and Doomsday Warrior legions lurking deep in the void burst forth like surging waves, hurtling straight at the advancing Holy Angels.

"Stand back!"

Feeling the fatal danger rushing toward him, Aurek’s face hardened.

He brushed Alvin and the others away as he targeted Metatron, who traversed the Star Sea intent on slaying him.

…

Boom—!

At precisely that instant—

In the starry realm of the myriad races, inside the Styx Sector, at Sacredwood Settlement—

Suddenly, a golden light pillar exploded from a sacred monument on the riverbed, slashing through the Styx Sector’s ceiling like a heavenly sword.

Boom—!

After ripping open the ceiling, the golden ray twisted into a staggeringly immense chaos vortex.

The stationed elemental legions hurried over right away to probe the anomaly.

Godtouched Void Warlocks one after another, together with Doomsday Warriors, also sped through the air toward the site.

"The Dark Abyss!"

Charlemagne soared out from the Celestial Light God Realm. Detecting the chaos in the Styx Sector, he instantly comprehended.

Lucio, Philip, and the rest also raced to the spot.

The Eternal, Apollo Sunblaze, and the Crusader Goddess Veynar bypassed the chaos straightaway and reached Sacredwood Settlement.

This place was, after all, a forbidden zone infamous for its lethal dangers. With such an abrupt disturbance, nobody dared to take risks.

Right then, the golden light pillar swiftly shrank back.

From its midst appeared a lone golden wing.

Its sacred feathers looked forged from liquid gold—gleaming, dazzling, and mysteriously intertwined with the nearby Threads of Fate.

The golden wing hovered briefly, summoning the River of Fate into being.

It shot into the river without delay.

Next, as if roused by the countless conditions of all living beings, the River of Fate’s waters surged faster.

With a single hum—

In the portion of the River of Fate hovering over Endless Starlight Isle, the golden wing zipped to the farthest point in a flash, compelling Metatron—who crossed the Star Sea to end Aurek—to stop dead.

His fiery eyes bulged wide immediately, locked intently on that golden wing.

"You... you’re still alive!"

Disbelief flooded Metatron’s voice.

His formerly booming tone plunged into a hush, sounding like it belonged to someone else.

The golden wing bobbed up and down on the River of Fate, obstructing Metatron’s advance.

Aurek channeled his mental power to fixate on the golden wing, equally stunned.

He had detected the Styx Sector disturbance too and followed it to its origin.

Indisputably, that "thing" in the Dark Abyss—this golden wing.

The very next moment, the golden wing erupted in flames.

The River of Fate boiled around it, spawning endless waves that enshrouded the blazing golden wing.

In just moments, the waves pulled back, and the River of Fate settled into stillness.

The golden wing was nowhere to be seen.

In its stead loomed an angel, his form aglow with golden wings.

His eyes remained shut, his body perfect and robustly muscled.

Beneath the collective stares of Aurek, Metatron, and the twelve Fallen Angels—

He abruptly opened his eyes.

Golden pupils that pierced through every realm blazed forth with searing fire.