Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 687 -687-Beloved Brother, a Bewildered Hades

"You may rise."

Aurek, with a sweep of his sleeve, entered the Golden Palace. The assembled goddesses exchanged bewildered glances, utterly perplexed by the unfolding events.

Hera, following closely, inquired with a huspenseful tone, "Your Majesty, is it not exceedingly perilous to launch a full-scale war on all fronts simultaneously with our entire strength?"

Aurek’s gaze was profound and serious. "Those few in Asgard have not yet made a move; they won't interfere for now."

"I surmise they never anticipated I would directly confront Vidar, Helios, and Minerva. As for the dragon race, they are insignificant, like mere chickens and dogs, hardly worth our concern."

"Regarding the Underworld... she is bound to the essential cycle of life, death, and reincarnation, unable to disengage. The only potentially troublesome figures are those two in Heaven, but even that is manageable. Now that I have reached the high stage of the Return-to-Origin realm, the sole real threat remaining is the Lord of Heaven!"

"All that remains is patient waiting!"

Aurek himself had not yet descended onto the battlefield. He would not personally intervene unless the three major powers from Heaven decided to act.

His primary objective in this protracted conflict was the accumulation of Emperor Points. If he were to reveal his presence prematurely, those gods at the Return-to-Origin stage would undoubtedly mobilize upon hearing the news. At that point, the Lord of Heaven would also awaken from his prolonged slumber, leading to a catastrophic escalation beyond anyone’s control.

Currently, despite Heaven possessing a considerable number of quasi-Return-to-Origin gods, Aurek planned to utilize hundreds of billions of Godtouched soldiers to bridge the power gap. Once Heaven’s holy beings were decimated, he would then deploy Metatron, Athena, and others to engage the holy archangels, sufficient to hold them at bay. His ultimate strategy involved waiting for the three principal holy spirits of Heaven to emerge from their sanctuary before decisively eliminating them all in one decisive engagement.

"..."

Within the resplendent Golden Palace, several guardian goddesses and a multitude of divine attendants knelt in solemn reverence. The hushed conversations emanating from within the hall intermittently reached their ears.

A tempest raged within their hearts. If they had not yet fathomed the identity of the figure who had so suddenly appeared, their lives would truly have been lived in vain!

Hera turned towards Aurek, her voice soft as she inquired, "Your Majesty, when do you plan to escort the consorts from the Endless Star Sea to Olympus?"

Aurek understood her reference to Josephine, Elizabeth, Belinda, and the other imperial consorts. His gaze swept across the seven kneeling guardian goddesses below as he calmly declared, "Let them be for now."

The overarching priority at this juncture was the ongoing battle situation across the entire multiverse. This war was inevitably going to involve the supreme gods, necessitating Aurek’s direct oversight from the very center of operations.

As for Metatron, Athena, and Hera, they represented the three most critical instruments in his arsenal, prepared for immediate deployment at his command.

"..."

At the majestic summit of Mount Olympus, an palpable aura of lethal intent permeated the atmosphere. Heracles, Helios, Eros, and other deities associated with Olympus’s great divine lineages had all been redeployed to the front lines. Concurrently, figures such as the Guardian God Heracles, the Commander of Heroic Spirits, and the Valkyries were assigned to safeguard the sacred Gate of Olympus.

The countenances of the divine beings were etched with extreme gravity. Olympus itself groaned under the immense strain, its foundations trembling. The outer expanse of the starry sky had already been annihilated by the ferocity of the conflict, and countless ancient stars rained down like celestial debris.

Falling alongside these stellar remnants were numerous starfield guardian gods and successive waves of divine warriors. In the northern and southern sectors, Atlas and Minerva, the God of Wisdom, had personally led the star gods into the fray, yet their combined efforts proved insufficient to stem the relentless, frenzied onslaught of over a trillion Godtouched soldiers.

While these Godtouched warriors were incapable of vanquishing the most powerful gods and were often obliterated by the tens of millions with a single, casual palm strike, a significant number of middle- and lower-ranking starfield guardian gods were falling one after another.

Originally, they possessed the ability to be resurrected through their divine sparks. However, in the present circumstance, all their divine sparks were held securely within Aurek’s grasp! Should he withhold his consent, their rebirth would be permanently denied.

This critical fact was known only to Hera and Athena, with no other deity privy to this secret.

"..."

In the unfathomable depths of the True Sea, the Dragon Emperor had forcefully subdued and eliminated the rebellious dragons of the True Sea, pinning countless colossal dragons beneath the seabed. The various marine races had also been systematically annihilated, leaving not a single survivor.

The once boundless waters of the True Sea had been transformed, almost entirely dyed a deep crimson. Even with the four legendary Dragon Kings activating their Origin Artifacts, they were still overwhelmed by the tempestuous, storm-like bombardment unleashed by tens of billions of Godtouched soldiers.

"My dragon race... agrees to submit!"

The Black Dragon King's voice emanated from within the sacred temple, its tone piercing and laden with utter despair. He realized that if the conflict persisted, the dragon race and the countless beings of the sea would face complete annihilation!

Over a trillion soldiers from the Godtouched ranks exerted immense pressure upon the ocean's surface, compelling the dragon race to bow their heads in absolute surrender.

Within the sacred temple, the four Dragon Kings were coiled up, their bodies wracked with uncontrollable tremors. Their dragon race lacked even a single quasi-Return-to-Origin god; otherwise, they would never have been subjugated by Olympus for such an extended period.

Now, confronted with an expedition of this magnitude and caliber, their only recourse was to yield and accept subjugation to ensure the survival of their dragon race's lineage and the other sea races!

...

Simultaneously, within the desolate expanse of the Underworld.

A force exceeding a trillion soldiers had already breached the Gate of the Underworld, traversed the spectral River Styx, and was advancing relentlessly towards the Abyss of the Underworld. Hades, the sovereign ruler of the Underworld, found himself pushed back to the very brink of the reincarnation passage, desperately seeking succom for aid from Tartarus.

Along the shores of the Nether Blood Sea, Suggwoth, at the head of his formidable legions, had plunged into the crimson depths of the Blood Sea. They were engaged in a ferocious struggle against the Underworld's Guardian and the formidable Demonic Star Legion. All twelve layers of the Nether Halls had already been lost; the undead legions proved incapable of mounting any effective resistance.

The nine elite guards of the Underworld, alongside the rulers of its various domains, fought with every ounce of their being to stem the enemy's advance, yet they were forced to yield ground incrementally.

"Oh, God of the Abyss! The Underworld is descending into utter chaos, and the very fabric of universal order teeters on the precipice of collapse. Should this continue unchecked, it will undoubtedly unleash an unending calamity upon all existence."

"I humbly implore you to intervene and safeguard the sanctity of the Underworld!" Hades bowed his head, presenting his desperate plea.

At this critical juncture, a disembodied, ethereal voice resonated beside his ear.

"Proceed to Olympus. Prostrate yourself before the grand hall of the Golden Palace, and the turmoil plaguing the Underworld shall be entirely pacified."

To bow before the main hall of the Golden Palace?

Hades' expression contorted in disbelief. Was Olympus itself not also ensnared in disaster at this very moment?

"God of the Abyss, Olympus is currently struggling to maintain its own defense. How could it possibly possess the might to resolve the crisis gripping the Underworld?"

"Your sole task is to go and pay homage before the Golden Palace. The rest will then become unequivocally clear."

As these words faded, a surge of potent energy encompassing life, death, and reincarnation abruptly enveloped Hades, transporting him in a brilliant pillar of light directly to the highest peak of Olympus!

Though overcome with bewilderment, Hades adhered to the guidance of the ancient Abyss God and arrived before the imposing gates of Olympus. Both the formidable Guardian God Heracles and the esteemed Commander of Heroic Spirits were struck with astonishment at the sight of Hades’ arrival. The Underworld had never fallen under Olympus's dominion; this had been an unshakeable decree since the ancient divine wars. The personal appearance of the Lord of the Underworld at their doorstep was truly beyond comprehension.

The two gods swiftly offered their respects. "Greetings, Lord of the Underworld! May we inquire as to the reason for your esteemed presence?"

"I seek an audience with God King Zeus," the Lord of the Underworld declared, his voice resonating with gravity. The two exchanged a look of profound surprise but dared not show any sign of disrespect. "The Lord of the Underworld has arrived!"

Within the opulent confines of the Golden Palace, Athena's gaze sharpened. Hera remarked, "This action aligns with the will of Tartarus." She then turned her attention towards Aurek. "Your Majesty, the stability of the Underworld cannot be permitted to fracture. Since an overture of peace has been extended from that quarter, why do we not consider withdrawing our forces for the time being?"

It was common knowledge that Hades had never truly ruled the Underworld; its actual reins of power resided firmly in the grasp of Tartarus. Had she not voiced her counsel, Hades would never have dared to venture here.

Leaning against the Emperor’s Scepter, Aurek remained in contemplative silence for a considerable duration. It was then that a voice suddenly echoed through the hall. "Hades pays his respects to the God King!"

Standing outside the grand entrance of the Golden Palace, Hades clenched his fists tightly. The mere thought of having to solicit assistance from his own kin filled him with a deep-seated reluctance. Yet, if this course of action had not been dictated by the will of a higher power, he would never have undertaken it.

"You may depart." A voice, remarkably calm, sounded directly beside his ear. It was Aurek’s voice. Hades frowned, as did Heracles and the others present, all sharing a common look of confusion. Suddenly – Boom—!

Before Hades could even voice a response, an overwhelming divine might descended upon him, enveloping his entire being. In the very next instant, a blinding flash of light erupted, and he found himself instantaneously teleported back to the Underworld, vanishing from Olympus.

Hades’ heart pounded with a mix of awe and trepidation. Concurrently, on the turbulent battlefields of the Underworld, the formidable Crossbridge army abruptly halted their advance in perfect synchronicity. They began a systematic withdrawal, resembling a tide receding from the shore.

"Your Majesty! The Crossbridge Divine Court has commenced their retreat!" The nine monarchs of the Underworld hurried forward, one after another, to deliver their battle reports. Yet, no trace of elation graced Hades' countenance. He remained utterly still, frozen in place, his thoughts lost in the recent, bewildering turn of events.