Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 686 -686-Long Time No See, Your Majesty the God King

Within the Sanctum of the Sacred Tree, the Lord’s countenance grew increasingly grave.

Information relayed from Banami had revealed the widespread chaos engulfing the Endless Star Sea. These tumultuous events led him to surmise the involvement of a paramount deity orchestrating a grand, history-altering game from the shadows.

Now, the Crossbridge Divine Court’s audacious declaration of war upon the entire multiverse suggested a depth of strategy far beyond what was immediately apparent.

An entity capable of crafting such a catastrophic scheme would hardly engineer its own downfall.

...

"Who is it?"

In the hallowed halls of Asgard, Odin, Njord, and the assembled deities turned their collective gaze toward Freyr, their voices raised in urgent debate.

Behind Freyr, an intricate magical array spun slowly, suffusing the atmosphere with a divine radiance.

He responded with measured calm, "The truth shall eventually be revealed."

"For the innumerable sentient beings across creation, this might not necessarily signify a dire outcome."

It was evident that Freyr had already grasped some measure of the unfolding events.

...

Roar, roar—!

Vast and resonant, the four legendary Dragon Kings unleashed a unified roar above the True Sea, their thunderous cries echoing throughout the heavens. Legions of dragons ascended, launching themselves against the countless ranks of the Crossbridge forces.

Among these draconic powerhouses were many who wielded God-Authority, their palpable killing intent cascading down like a deluge, engulfing the entirety of the battlefield.

The four Dragon Kings themselves spearheaded the assault, aiming directly for the Dragon Emperor.

Yet, at this critical juncture, the celestial rifts began to convulse violently. Wave after wave of Godtouched legions emerged from the abyssal tears.

Each individual legion comprised hundreds of millions strong!

In mere moments, tens of billions of Godtouched void warlocks and Doomsday Warriors breached the boundless void, hurtling toward the dragon army.

The Black Dragon King, positioned at the vanguard, witnessed his pupils constrict in alarm. His form froze, his draconic eyes fixated upon the overwhelming, sky-obscuring mass of figures before him.

"Kill—!"

The Dragon Emperor let out a furious battle cry.

Simultaneously, tens of billions of void warlocks enacted spatial confinement, transmuting the True Sea into an unyielding, solidified expanse.

Tens of billions of Doomsday Warriors unleashed the Silent Extinction divine light and devastating calamities of fate.

"No—!"

A desperate shriek escaped the Black Dragon King as he plunged with great force into the very depths of the True Sea.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!

Ceaseless explosions erupted across the firmament. The expanse rained down torrents of dragon blood and fragmented scales.

The True Sea churned violently, and the sacred citadel of the dragon race shuddered, on the precipice of utter annihilation.

"How is this conceivable? From whence did such a multitude of Godtouched emerge?!"

The four Dragon Kings, gripped by terror, found themselves utterly bewildered.

...

"An incident has transpired within the True Sea."

Countless ancient, supreme deities directed their immense mental faculties toward the True Sea.

Upon witnessing the boundless legions, even their formidable hearts faltered.

And precisely at that moment, the Gate of the Underworld reverberated with a deafening impact.

Suggwoth’s visage was etched with cold severity. His killing intent solidified into an almost palpable force as he drew the Sword of Slayer and aimed it directly at the Underworld.

"Attack—!"

In an instant, a flood of over a trillion Godtouched surged forth from the rifts.

"Retreat! Quickly, retreat!"

The nine monarchs of the Underworld, overwhelmed by sheer horror, bellowed at the top of their lungs.

Despite the desperate efforts of the Underworld guards to erect defensive death formations, they were steadily pushed back, step by agonizing step.

Innumerable undead were reduced to dust by destructive beams conjured from the essence of annihilation, their spiritual forms dissipating into nothingness.

The Gate of the Underworld was impaled. The River of the Underworld was severed. The power of reincarnation shuddered violently, and even the Nether Blood Sea began to churn uncontrollably.

Styx could only stare in stunned silence.

"This...! I believe it is prudent for me to depart for the moment!"

The spectacle unfolding was far too terrifying!

Styx, an ancient existence of godfiend caliber, was so profoundly shaken that he plunged headlong into the deepest reaches of the Blood Sea.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!

The Blood Sea raged. Styx cautiously extended a tendril of his mental power, directing it toward his long-standing rival, the Watcher of the Underworld.

He observed that the Watcher had already emerged from the Fallen Divine Temple, his expression grave as he gazed upon the apocalyptic scene.

Within the Underworld, Hades’ countenance quivered.

"Your Majesty—!"

While the nine monarchs and the Underworld guards retreated in panicked disarray, the trillion-strong Crossbridge army had already inundated the realm like a rampaging flood.

The River of the Underworld was instantly cut off, and the forces governing reincarnation teetered on the brink of uncontrollable chaos.

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Olympus.

From the fissures, a trillion Godtouched soldiers unleashed their assault. Heracles was utterly stunned, and the gods of Olympus stood frozen in disbelief.

The God of Holy War and Abyss, Veynars, maintained a proud stance in the void. He bypassed Mount Olympus, instead directing his army north and south, charging into the chaotic starry skies. "Watchers of the Stars, prepare for battle!"

Atlas's expression shifted dramatically. At his command, the guardian gods of the celestial stars mobilized for combat. Vidar, Thor, and the other gods likewise led their forces into the fray. The God of Holy War and Abyss, Veynars, advanced directly towards Heracles, Helios, and the other principal gods. Wherever his blade was directed, killing intent surged like an overwhelming tide.

... Meanwhile, beyond the confines of Heaven.

From the innumerable rifts situated behind Eternal Apollo Sunblaze and Cursefont Star God, legions from Crossbridge emerged in an unending procession. Potent spatial and destruction profundities swept towards Gabriel and the assembled angels. "All sage-rank beings of Heaven, follow me into battle!"

The Cherub Raphael burst forth from the Sacred Mountain. Instantly, billions upon billions of Heaven's holy entities transformed into radiant golden sacred light, charging towards those relentless legions. Every angel within Heaven had been mobilized; even Michael, Metatron, and the other holy archangels had entered the conflict! "Kill—!"

Apollo bellowed. Tens of billions of soldiers were dispatched first, buying crucial time for the rifts behind them to continue deploying additional forces. Billions upon billions of Godtouched soldiers were continuously sent forth, and before long, their numbers swelled to three hundred billion! This relentless influx showed no signs of ceasing. These soldiers proceeded to encircle Heaven, attacking with ferocity, even allowing the angels to slaughter them with apparent impunity.

"This is inconceivable!" "How can there be such a vast number of Godtouched legions?!" Gabriel, Sariel, the Four Guardian Angels, Raphael, the guiding angel Azrael, and the rest of the angels felt their minds reeling. Regardless of their formidable power, the sheer quantity of enemies was overwhelming. Far, far too many. And each one was a Godtouched powerhouse.

Even Michael and Metatron found themselves pausing momentarily. Gazing upon the ceaseless stream of legions pouring in, they had no comprehension of how many more remained. All of them assaulted Heaven from every conceivable direction. Heaven's angelic army was facing utter devastation. Amidst continuous, piercing screams, they could only watch powerlessly as angel after angel fell. It was true that with a mere gesture, they could obliterate tens of thousands of soldiers. But to what end?

Hundreds of billions of Godtouched surged forward like an unstoppable tide. Even if they could fell great swathes of enemies with every swing of their blades, even if they annihilated tens or hundreds of billions, as long as the offensive from the Crossbridge Divine Court persisted, even if the enemy incurred losses of hundreds or thousands of lives for but a single angel, Heaven's legacy would inevitably be ground into dust through endless attrition. More terrifying still, deep within those rifts, new legions continued to deploy without end, as if an inexhaustible supply existed. Simultaneously, Olympus, the Underworld, and the dragon race were all enduring the very same catastrophe!

...

Olympus, atop the opulent Golden Palace. Hera stood upon the elevated platform, her aura emanating an ethereal and transcendental quality. Athena stood by her side, attending with a composed expression. The host of handmaidens held their breath, the atmosphere taut with anticipation, like a drawn bowstring. At the fringe of the Golden Apple Garden, Metatron reclined languidly on the branch of an ancient tree, seemingly unaffected by the world's clamor.

Buzz— Just then, the void suddenly quivered. Ripples emanated outward, layer by layer, much like waves upon the surface of water. The guardian goddesses were immediately startled, their gazes fixing upon the source of the disturbance. A majestic figure emerged from nothingness. He was clad in a sacred imperial robe and bore a crown symbolizing dominion over the world, his imperial might as vast and oppressive as an inescapable prison! In that moment, all the goddesses spontaneously knelt to the ground. From his perch on the golden apple tree's branch, Metatron's eyes sharpened. He swiftly descended from the tree in a single fluid motion. The one who had arrived was none other than Aurek!

Despite his presence, Hera and Athena displayed no signs of panic. Instead, they calmly stepped forward and offered a bow. "Long time no see, Your Majesty!" Hera's voice resonated with an ethereal dignity. Aurek rested a hand upon the Emperor's Scepter, his gaze sweeping over Athena. Her appearance was strikingly identical to that of the God of Holy War and Abyss, Veynars! He then turned his attention to Hera. Her aura was precisely the same as the divine spirit known as the 'God of Temptation' residing on the divine pillar of the Celestial Light God Realm!

Yet, hers was immeasurably more immense, as though a mote of dust were being measured against the infinite sky.

It turned out that the divine spirit was merely a phantom she had merely cast forth!

It was no wonder then, when he had sought her counsel in the past, her comprehension of the universe's primordial, inscrutable laws appeared to be without limit.

The enigmatic, paramount entity whose steps had traversed the vast expanse of the Endless Star Sea was, in point of fact, the sovereign of Olympus's deities—

Hera!