Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 680 -680-Metatron, Judge of Heaven

Void warlocks proficient in spatial mysteries had already spread an unescapable web over the entire battlefield long ago.

Chains made from pure spatial law erupted from the void like ethereal serpents, wrapping around the forms of each holy angel in rapid succession.

One end of every chain connected straight to the origin of the boundless Star Sea. Despite their violent struggles, the angels couldn't escape by even a fraction.

"No—!"

"Don’t!"

Judgment Knights from Heaven's sacred legion unleashed wails of utter despair. The tormented cries of unicorns reverberated through the Star Sea, amplifying the heartbreak of the scene.

...

Deep in the farthest depths of the infinite Star Sea—

in the fractured chaos devastated and crushed by the clash—

yet another fierce duel was drawing to its close.

"Metatron! I’ll return Heaven’s holy throne to you!"

Blood-soaked Abraham, the impostor Archangel, bellowed in furious resentment.

"Return it? Laughable!"

"I have no desire to become a pitiful slave, wagging my tail before Mount Zion!"

Metatron responded with chilling indifference.

The sacred flame spear he gripped unleashed power capable of sundering heavens and earth. Thrust after thrust pierced Abraham's body, exploding it apart with every impact.

Each devastating strike triggered chaos's breakdown and shook the Star Sea to its core.

Metatron's ultimate stab utterly demolished Abraham.

The false Archangel's divine soul burned to cinders in the holy blaze, without a trace remaining.

Chaos lurking in the Star Sea's profound depths disintegrated next, as if the cosmos itself sealed the end of this confrontation.

...

Abraham came back to life amid the void.

Upon revival, he shed Metatron's likeness entirely. He shifted into his authentic fallen angel shape, shrouded head to toe in shadows.

His pitch-black eyes fixed on Metatron, with frosty wrath flaring in the depths like stars tumbling into oblivion.

The exalted status he chased his whole existence—

he'd grazed its edge only by assuming the identity "Metatron," donning that guise, and burning through every cunning ploy.

Yet the genuine Metatron regarded it with total scorn!

Why?

Why did his lifelong dream, the goal he forfeited all for, face such absolute rejection from that man?

Why!?

Boom!

Abraham's six wings burst forth explosively.

Six pairs of fallen angel wings, dark as perpetual night, extended from his back. Sinuous runes coursed over each feather, poised to seize all cosmic laws and pulses.

Immediately, he discerned every path of Metatron's strikes.

The pair of supremely mighty angels collided anew.

A high-tier Origin God's fearsome battle prowess exploded outward, driven by seething anger, morphing into a cataclysmic gale that ravaged every direction.

Metatron was innate blessed by universal secrets, bearing the destinies of countless realms.

Glory and splendor defined his life. No matter where he appeared, every creature bowed in awe, calling him Heaven's Judge.

But what of him?

A mere slip in judgment by a supreme power had cursed him with endless shame and oppression.

He pondered if his devotion to the Lord wasn't pure—still, the Lord branded him fallen.

Thus, he clung to the "Metatron" facade, eternally hidden, forever confined within that usurped husk.

He endured that charade for an eternity.

An eternity so vast he convinced himself of the lie—that he was truly Metatron.

An eternity so vast he erased his original damned name—

Abraham.

Metatron activated a paramount divine combat technique.

Even limited to a lone divine feather for his manifestation, his might and standing far outstripped Abraham's. Beyond that, he commanded unrivaled judgment might.

Bang!

Rumble—!

From the infinite Star Sea's innermost voids to its fringes, the angels battled relentlessly, their clash's ripples expanding without end. Star domains fractured and chaos tumbled wherever they went.

Metatron's silhouette fractured into tens of thousands.

Within an instant, a deluge of avatars overwhelmed Abraham from all angles.

The endless projections crashed down like a furious tempest, pounding Abraham's depraved form into a mangled ruin. Divine blood gushed into the emptiness, while dark wings cracked and shattered one by one.

Dread surged in Abraham's soul. Spotting a fleeting chance, he bolted away in frantic flight.

...

On the other side of the Star Sea—

Solely through his own might, Aurek had sealed nine fallen angels. Chains forged from spatial profundities in the Fate River gripped their corrupted bodies firmly.

"Retreat! Quickly!"

The holy forms of Remiel, fallen angel Jack Joan, and fallen angel Roel lay shattered, their divine glow flickering faintly like candles buffeted by wind.

They shot a terrified look at Aurek, abandoning any hope of saving the other fallen angels, and fled at maximum speed into the zone where the holy diagram had crumbled.

Heaven’s holy host—

and all three million holy angels—

lay completely wiped out.

Not a single one survived the slaughter.

From the Godtouched legions exceeding one hundred billion, merely 6.6 billion had been deployed.

Out of that 6.6 billion, just over one billion had stepped onto the battlefield.

This fact alone left Remiel and his companions utterly stunned.

Even the countless mighty figures observing from the boundless Star Sea stood dumbfounded.

They hadn’t grasped it earlier.

Now, their confusion deepened.

Though the precise rank of those legions remained unknown, one truth stood clear:

every powerhouse in their ranks had surpassed this universe’s boundaries.

Just moments before, fears had gripped everyone that the endless Star Sea couldn’t endure the onslaught and would shatter entirely.

Yet now, against such a massive Crossbridge legion, the truly fearful side was that Heaven from the Truth Universe.

Aurek hovered in the void, clutching his golden war sword.

His black imperial robe whipped fiercely in the chaos storm while his cold stare locked on the gap where Remiel and the rest had escaped, brows furrowed deeply.

One occurrence was tolerable. A second pushed limits. A third could not happen.

Having endured defeats twice, Heaven would avoid repeating the error.

They now realized the Crossbridge Divine Court commanded tens of billions of Godtouched soldiers.

Considering Heaven’s wariness, any future assault would bring their full might.

And then, victory wouldn’t come easily.

At that point, the Four Great Archangels, Eight Great Cherubim, and numerous other holy angels could descend.

The Crossbridge Divine Court would then confront divine authorities—perhaps peak Origin Gods or even fearsome quasi-Source-Return Gods.

A quasi-Source-Return God stood merely half a step from Source-Return Archangel realm.

Should such an entity arrive, the endless Star Sea universe might face total ruin in the worst scenario.

Aurek glanced at his status panel next.

16.8 million mega-trillion Emperor Points filled his gains.

The haul proved massive, yet he held off on upgrades.

Godtouched legions surpassed a hundred billion, brimming with void warlocks and Doomsday Warriors.

His real need lay in a divine-authority level legion.

Reaching that stage demanded 10 million mega-trillion Emperor Points.

Nevertheless, his current Emperor Points sufficed to elevate his power to high-tier divine-authority Origin God.

Bolstered by the Crossbridge Divine Court’s resources, he could potentially rival a quasi-Source-Return God.

More pressingly than a divine-authority legion, he craved a supreme commander to dominate the battlefield.

Indeed, one more step in his power might lure him to risk invading the multiverse personally.

That alone would carve a wider path for his advancement.

Only thus would he qualify to battle a Source-Return holy angel.

One additional issue lingered...

Aurek shifted, gazing toward Metatron deep in the endless Star Sea.

Metatron met his eyes.

Those golden eyes fixed on Aurek wordlessly.

Soon after, his form suddenly shrank back to a lone feathered wing.

Next, it broke apart into myriad golden light specks and faded into the Fate River.