Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 679 -679-Judgment of Heaven, the Godtouched Legions

"Hold on... that's...!"

"Metatron!"

"W-What? Metatron?!"

Right then, Remiel, one of the twelve Fallen Angels, stood frozen for a few seconds.

Shockingly, two Metatrons appeared on the battlefield simultaneously—one originating from the Heavenly Kingdom, the other concealed in this middle universe...

Chaos gripped every mighty being there at the scene.

"From where did this fool emerge..."

Inside the Dark Keep, the angel casually spread his wings, while sacred flames flickered at his eye corners, extending boundlessly like wind-swept blazing plumes.

Contempt oozed from his deep, disdainful tone.

But the very next moment, his whole frame shuddered.

Golden holy armor!

A holy crown hovering over his head!

One hand flung back his sacred robe, unleashing horrifying sacred flames that burst forth everywhere around him.

The other hand gradually pulled a spear of divine holy fire from empty space, its point gathered with edge sharp enough to rip through every realm.

Coldly, he declared, every syllable firm and final:

"I am the Judgment of Heaven!"

"Me!"

"Ta!"

"Tron!"

Boom—!

As the last word dropped, the divine spear of holy fire completely materialized.

A tremendously dominant and unbreakable intent right away disrupted the structure of innumerable Star Seas.

Simultaneously, over countless starfields, a colossal sacred angel shadow manifested, wings overshadowing the skies, divine glow lighting up the entire cosmos.

Aurek's astonishment in his gaze intensified more.

A Metatron from the Heavenly Kingdom.

A Metatron of Heavenly Judgment.

Gradually, comprehension dawned on him.

"Receive the judgment of truth, you hypocrite!"

Boom!

Fierce glow surged in Heavenly Judgment Metatron’s eyes while he swung the divine spear of holy fire smashing down at the fake.

Supreme holy power exploded then, hurling the phony Metatron from the River of Fate and slamming him far into the endless Star Sea's abyss.

"Only you, Abraham, would care about this empty title. I had no use for it, so I tossed it to you!"

In one stride, Heavenly Judgment traversed starfield limits and dove into the endless Star Sea's depths.

His golden crown's feathers cut the emptiness like divine knives, and another spear jab propelled the bogus Metatron further into the Star Sea abyss.

The pretender stood no chance against him.

"Abraham!"

"Metatron!"

Witnessing this, Remiel and his comrades snapped out of their short stun.

"The situation has changed. Ignore everything else for now—capture the real Metatron!"

Remiel's piercing order sent the twelve Fallen Angels surging toward the endless Star Sea's depths.

"Get lost—!"

Metatron bellowed in rage, gripping the divine spear of holy fire before him like a celestial beam halting a raging ocean.

Instantly, a mighty holy barrier rose, smashing directly into the oncoming twelve Fallen Angels amid deafening booms.

The twelve Fallen Angels flew back violently, spewing blood upon impact with the Star Sea.

In messy disorder, they clambered up, poised to rush again—

when golden radiance flared from Aurek’s palm, summoning a golden war sword.

A hand sweep deployed an Eternal Barrier over the starfields, blocking Remiel and the angels at once.

"You trespass upon my domain. You... all deserve to die!"

Instantly, Aurek spanned stellar frontiers. A single Thousandfold Sword Judgment Domain slash unleashed billions upon billions of verdict blades pouring down like a furious downpour.

"Amen! So you are the heretic Aurek!"

"Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll purify you first!"

Remiel fixed on Aurek as his Fallen Angel shape exploded outward, traversing starfields and shredding through billions upon billions.

Fellow Fallen Angels grabbed the chance to deploy their ultimate lethal techniques, shattering perpetual disorder while lunging at Aurek.

Simultaneously, Fallen Angel Pant and Fallen Angel Ben attacked in unison.

Pant deployed his sacred tower to crush Endless Starlight Isle's billions upon billions of starfields, plus nearby chaotic starfields and the Arcane Godsea.

Ben spread his sacred sack wide, swallowing even the River of Fate as it bore down on Aurek.

Other Fallen Angels loosed their holy powers, assaulting Aurek from all sides.

Though just quasi-Sovereigns, their battle prowess matched Origin Gods.

Their fearsome assault drove the endless Star Sea near total ruin.

Aurek raised an eyebrow and swung his sword.

The boundless chaos vanished in an instant, a destructive surge racing swiftly toward Ben and his companions.

"Get back!"

Dread filled Pant and the other Fallen Angels as they sensed the annihilating spread in that sword light, desperately attempting to flee the area.

Yet Aurek’s Conqueror divine aspect emerged, subduing the entire endless Star Sea with a simple turn of his hand.

Boom!

"Puaaagh—!"

Fallen Angels cried out one by one.

One sweep of the Creation Art ensued, shredding and obliterating nine Fallen Angels completely. Only Remiel, Fallen Angel Jack Joan, and Fallen Angel Rohl escaped the devastation.

Rohl’s sacred fist smashed into the River of Fate, launching an attack from behind Aurek and activating Dimensional Vision!

A colorless light barrier sprang up instantly to block it.

Fallen Angels sought resurrection via the sacred diagram in the vault of heaven.

Aurek countered at blinding speed, drawing the sword intent of all worlds into his palm!

That blow merged his fate, fortune, holy path, and supreme imperial destiny into one supreme beam of light that crashed straight into the sacred diagram.

The sacred diagram ripped apart right then!

Fallen Angels tasted death's horror once more.

Remiel and the rest got engulfed by the supreme lethal power in that sword. Their holy wings tore apart inch by inch amid the raging storm, golden holy blood spraying the void like a downpour.

Their sacred bodies cracked and dissolved.

Their wings snapped.

Their holy crowns dropped...

These formerly invincible Fallen Angels now resembled dry leaves shredded by a gale, hurled and wailing in the relentless waves of slaughter, defeated with no hope of return.

Together, the twelve Fallen Angels held power that even mid-tier Origin Sovereigns would approach cautiously.

But against this blasphemous tyrant, they crumbled like lifeless clay figures—incapable of surviving even one strike.

From a distance, the Archangel Commander viewed the carnage, his lips quivering without control.

It went beyond simple fear.

It was their faith cracking from its deepest foundation.

Yet what truly shook their holy souls was the arrival of the million-strong Godtouched legions.

Their ranks kept multiplying without end.

In seconds, one million grew to ten million.

Ten million expanded to tens of millions.

Then hundreds of millions, two hundred million, a billion...

Endless Godtouched forces flooded from the ripped void fissures like a golden torrent, immense enough to shroud the stars' glow.

At that instant, the pressure beyond imagination gripped every part of the endless Star Sea.

The power of over a hundred million Godtouched crashed down like a crumbling sky, enveloping the whole Star Sea.

Endless Starlight Isle, the Primordial River Cosmos...

Supreme Sage-rank existences, once towering above all life, now knelt crushed, unable to raise their heads.

Those former mighty powerhouses appeared as worthless dust before that deluge.

"Kill—!"

Suggwoth hoisted his war sword aloft, his roar echoing across the cosmos.

Tens of millions of Godtouched legions charged like massive golden tides, overwhelming Heaven's armies.

The Heavenly Host and three million Holy Angels still struggled to form lines and fight back.

But as their gazes swept the front and took in the limitless, endless sea of Godtouched warriors, every angel went rigid.

What sort of spectacle was this?

From under their feet to the Star Sea's remotest edge, packed layer after layer—all Godtouched.

As if the entire Star Sea had become the enemy's vast formation.

Despair flooded every angel's heart like a chilling wave.

The Archangel Commander stood frozen, face as hard as rock.

The Guardian of the Ancient Tree of Wisdom snapped out of it first, unleashing a soul-wrenching bellow:

"Run—!"

Boom!

Yet it was far too late.