Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined

Chapter 678: Chapter678-Metatron, the Sacred Wings

Epps lowered his voice and offered a grave warning.

“Your Majesty! Those angels come from the Heavenly Kingdom of the multiverse. It is a power beyond imagination, one that even possesses a Sourcebound God!”

“Your Majesty must begin making plans at once. Otherwise, this endless Star Sea may well be ground into dust.”

The only reason he had laid everything bare was because his undead soul feared the holy hymns of the Heavenly Kingdom above all else.

Once exposed, he would be doomed beyond redemption.

What he did not know, however, was that Aurek had long since uncovered the secrets of the Heavenly Kingdom and already understood all of this perfectly well.

Aurek did not spare him another glance, nor did he say another word.

But after hearing this, the hearts of the Star Sovereign, the Primordial Elder, and the other mighty beings of the Endless Continent sank straight into the abyss.

It was as though they had already seen the shadow of destruction and death descending upon them.

All struggle would be futile in the end.

Three million Holy Angels had arrived, along with the armies of Heaven.

The Archangel Commander, the Guardian of the Ancient Tree of Wisdom, and the Angel of Sacred Hymns had all descended as well.

At the same time, twelve holy figures, each billions of meters tall, slowly appeared above the River of Fate amid blinding golden radiance, endless sacred hymns, and blooming divine flowers.

The hymns echoed on without end.

They were none other than the twelve Fallen Angels led by Remiel. Their terrifying pressure was so overwhelming that countless beings across the starfields and the primordial chaos could scarcely breathe.

Even experts at the threshold of the Eternal Sage realm once again felt what it meant to be as insignificant as insects.

Aurek’s gaze pierced through the River of Fate and fell upon those twelve figures.

He could now basically confirm that these were the legendary Fallen Angels of the Heavenly Kingdom.

Among them, Remiel and one other Fallen Angel had reached the lower tier of the Origin Sovereign realm, while the rest had all surpassed the Godtouched and stood at the level of quasi-Sovereigns.

Yet Aurek merely glanced at them once before lifting his eyes toward the sacred diagram in the heavens.

A blurred shadow was beginning to take shape, becoming more solid with every moment.

At the same time, that supreme pressure became ever more terrifying.

“What is happening?”

The Star Sovereign trembled from head to toe beneath the pressure, as though he were on the verge of collapse.

And at that very moment, the figure finally became clear.

He wore a suit of resplendent holy armor, every plate seeming to have been forged from stars. Ancient holy emblems were engraved across the breastplate, shining with dazzling brilliance.

Above his head hovered a golden crown, its rim set with twelve undying gems of sacred flame. Their radiance blazed like the rising sun.

In his right hand he gripped a sacred spear, its shaft wreathed in blazing white holy fire, its tip condensed with a sharpness capable of piercing through all worlds.

With every step he took, the void itself trembled.

Behind him unfurled six pairs of immaculate wings of light, their span blotting out heaven and earth. Every feather flowed with golden radiance, as though woven from pure light itself.

His eyes burned with roaring flame. One glance from them alone was enough to make all existence kneel and shudder.

That aura, terrifying to the utmost, was countless times stronger than Remiel’s—at the very least, it had already reached the mid-to-upper tiers of the Origin Sovereign realm.

Such power had already surpassed all mortal imagination, inspiring nothing but awe and dread.

Aurek’s brow twitched slightly.

This figure… was undoubtedly a Seraph-tier combatant.

The only question was which one.

“End this quickly. I act under the Lord’s command and still have other duties to attend to. I cannot remain here long.”

A resounding voice echoed through the River of Fate, heard clearly by all living beings.

The Archangel Commander and the others looked toward Metatron.

The twelve Fallen Angels all nodded as well.

They held Metatron in deep reverence.

Because even Remiel, the strongest among them, was utterly insignificant before this true commander of the Holy Angels.

Though Metatron was not counted among the four great supreme archangels, his power was in no way inferior to theirs. In fact, in terms of pure battle record, his fame utterly eclipsed that of the other Holy Angels.

In order to keep him restrained, the Heavenly Kingdom had paid no small price.

“That tyrant of Crossbridge shall be dealt with by my own hand. As for those legions, I leave them to you for annihilation.”

Metatron spoke to the twelve Fallen Angels, the armies of Heaven, and the three million Holy Angels, his voice tolling like a heavenly bell.

“As you command.”

Remiel crossed both hands over his chest and bowed his head in assent.

The other angels nodded one after another, holy light flowing around them.

Then Metatron stilled himself, as if searching for something.

The next moment, his eyes—burning with eternal flame—snapped wide open.

“I’ve found you!”

At that instant, a lethal sense of crisis engulfed Aurek.

“Heretic, die!”

Metatron brandished the sacred spear in his hand and leapt into the River of Fate.

Crossing the endless Star Sea, before the eyes of countless beings from billions upon billions of starfields, he locked precisely onto Aurek’s location, drawing his position, aura, and fate alike onto the spear’s tip.

Such overwhelming holy might was enough to shake the Star Sea itself.

“Attack!”

Seeing this, Remiel wasted no more words and gave the order.

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

All the angels answered as one.

In an instant, the armies of Heaven and the three million Holy Angels surged toward Endless Starlight Isle like a golden flood.

An invisible holy pressure descended, enveloping the countless billions of beings living upon Endless Starlight Isle.

“Kill!”

Suggwoth endured that crushing pressure head-on and roared as he swung his sword.

At once, the Godtouched Void Warlock legions and the Doomsday Warrior legions hidden deep within the void poured out like a tide, charging straight toward the oncoming Holy Angels.

“Stand back!”

Sensing the deadly threat sweeping toward him, Aurek’s expression sharpened.

He swept Alvin and the others aside while locking onto Metatron, who was crossing the Star Sea to kill him.

…

Boom—!

At that very same moment—

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

A pillar of golden light suddenly erupted from a holy monument at the riverbed, piercing the dome of the Styx Sector like a divine blade.

Boom—!

After tearing through the dome, the golden beam spiraled into an incomparably vast vortex of chaos.

The garrisoned elemental legions rushed over at once to investigate.

One Godtouched Void Warlock after another, along with the Doomsday Warriors, also flew rapidly toward the scene.

“The Dark Abyss!”

Charlemagne flew out from the Celestial Light God Realm. Upon sensing the upheaval within the Styx Sector, he immediately understood.

Lucio, Philip, and the others hurried over as well.

The Eternal, Apollo Sunblaze, and the Crusader Goddess Veynar crossed the chaos directly and arrived at Sacredwood Settlement.

After all, this was a forbidden land notorious for its deadly reputation. Now that a disturbance had suddenly appeared, no one could afford to be careless.

At that moment, the golden pillar of light rapidly contracted.

From within it emerged a single golden wing.

Its holy feathers seemed cast from molten gold—light, radiant, and somehow fused with the surrounding Threads of Fate.

The golden wing paused ever so slightly, and the River of Fate manifested.

It instantly flew into it.

Then, as though stirred by all the myriad states of living beings, the waters of the River of Fate began to rush more swiftly.

With a single hum—

Within that stretch of the River of Fate above Endless Starlight Isle, the golden wing seemed to drift to the very end in an instant, forcing Metatron—who was crossing the Star Sea to kill Aurek—to halt abruptly.

His flame-filled eyes widened at once, staring fixedly at that golden wing.

“You… you’re still alive!”

Metatron’s voice was filled with disbelief.

His once thunderous tone suddenly dropped low, as though it had become the voice of another being.

The golden wing rose and fell upon the River of Fate, barring Metatron’s path.

Aurek used his mind power to lock onto the golden wing, and he too was astonished.

He had also sensed the disturbance within the Styx Sector and traced it back to its source.

Without question, that “thing” within the Dark Abyss—was this golden wing.

In the next instant, the golden wing suddenly burst into flame.

The River of Fate churned with it, turning into endless waves that wrapped around the burning golden wing.

After only a few moments, the waves receded and the River of Fate returned to calm.

And the golden wing had vanished.

In its place stood an angel, his entire body illuminated by golden wings.

His eyes were closed, and his form was flawless and powerfully built.

Under the united gaze of Aurek, Metatron, and the twelve Fallen Angels—

He suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of golden pupils, capable of seeing through all worlds, erupted with blazing fire.