[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ":3,"chapter-summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-148":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},349189,609,"Chapter 148 -148-Submission or Death","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-148",148,"\u003Cp>\"Aurek?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry froze when he heard the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, he let out a few short, mocking snorts through his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh... that far-off city of Eryndor, which has nothing to do with us, actually wants to stick its nose in here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled and shook his head. \"Well, that’s... unexpected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no way he believed these uninvited guests had come with friendly intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, Revor Province was no longer under the effective control of the Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years, the Emperor had ignored this land entirely—so his sudden decision to send envoys now was, to Henry, utterly laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of his officials spoke cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, shall we find an excuse to leave them hanging at the inn?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry waved his hand dismissively, his tone filled with scorn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just tell them I’m busy with important matters, no time to receive guests. That’ll do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm but cutting voice drifted in from outside the Governor’s Mansion gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is Governor Henry truly occupied with state business?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry’s expression froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the mansion gates stood three figures astride tall warhorses—Rand, the swordsman Wak, and the towering general Overthunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes pierced through the space like sharp blades, landing squarely on the men inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry’s gaze turned cold and shadowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flicked his sleeve angrily and strode toward the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he stepped out, his eyes swept over the three riders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he paused briefly on Rand, his eyes narrowed in wary assessment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he shifted to Wak, the sword-wielding man, and allowed a faint, mocking smile to tug at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, his gaze landed on the silent giant—Overthunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that instant of eye contact, Henry’s pupils contracted violently. His heart lurched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t read this man’s strength at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the oppressive aura rolling off him—like thunder rumbling in the depths of an abyss—made Henry’s very soul tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced the unease down and turned to Rand, who was clearly the leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cupped his hands with a faint bow, speaking with thin politeness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you are...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rand’s voice was deep and commanding, heavy with the authority of an imperial general.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Rand, General of the Empire, here by direct order of His Majesty the Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes locked onto Henry’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Governor Henry of Revor—receive the decree!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted high a rolled imperial scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, all eyes—Henry’s, the officials behind him, even the onlookers outside—focused on that decree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment of silence. Only the wind rustled through the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Henry bent slightly, offering the barest gesture of respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not reverence, merely a perfunctory nod to a name—the Crossbridge Empire—that he already considered doomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rand was utterly unmoved by this veiled insolence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he unfurled the scroll and glanced at Henry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was crisp and echoing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kneel—and receive the decree.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officials behind him exchanged bewildered looks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the onlookers outside murmured in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one sentence? That was all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry’s eyes flickered with irritation as he stared up at Rand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The general rolled the scroll back up and waited patiently, saying nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kneeling meant submission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Refusing meant annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message was clear: this was the Empire’s final offer—one simple choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Henry understood perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But instead of taking the scroll, he straightened his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze hardened as he subtly signaled an aide behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already pledged allegiance to Grand Duke Sentino.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why would he kneel to a dying empire?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If word of this reached Sentino, how could he face the Grand Duke—or maintain his authority in Revor Province?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Revor would fall completely under Sentino’s dominion. The Crossbridge Empire would be nothing but a memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why should he bow to a ghost?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That young emperor in Eryndor... could he truly not see the tides of the world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought made Henry inwardly sneer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of his officials, understanding the signal, stepped forward and took the decree from Rand’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rand did not stop him. He simply lifted his gaze toward the crest above the mansion gate—the imperial eagle, symbol of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The basic reverence due to one’s sovereign...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It seems, Governor Henry, that you’ve forgotten.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry scoffed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outwardly, he kept a polite smile and spoke with feigned helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"General Rand, please forgive my discourtesy. These old knees have been stricken with rheumatism for years. I fear I cannot manage the solemn act of kneeling. I hope you will understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rand’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Knees unfit to bend?\" His lips curled into a cold smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then what about your hands, Governor?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are they also afflicted—so feeble that you cannot even unroll a simple piece of parchment?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone dripped with mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Governor Henry, refusing to heed His Majesty’s will... may prove to be the most fatal misjudgment of your short life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry’s eyes thinned to slits. He shot a sidelong glance toward the official holding the decree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man hesitated, then slowly unrolled it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the bold characters ’Kneel and receive the decree’, there was one more line—written in dark, forceful ink:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those who defy—shall see their clan erased.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The official’s pupils shrank in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His trembling hands held out the parchment toward Henry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost at the same instant, a chorus of gut-wrenching screams erupted from deep within the Governor’s Mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry’s face drained of all color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned instinctively, ready to rush inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Overthunder moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised one massive hand and pressed downward through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crushing, invisible force slammed down from the heavens like a falling mountain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry felt an unbearable weight crush his shoulders. His legs buckled uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp crack of kneecaps echoed as he was driven to the cold stone steps, his knees shattering under the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agony shot through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment, masked Doomsday Warriors poured into the mansion like a flood from the underworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within seconds, the estate filled with the clamor of steel, screams of despair, and the sickening sound of blades meeting flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, every relative, servant, and officer connected to Henry was dragged out—like livestock bound for slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were forced to kneel outside the mansion gate, rows upon rows of trembling captives surrounded by blood and dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You—damn you! What are you doing?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guards! Guards, to me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seize these madmen!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The official still holding the decree shrieked until his voice cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the thunder of boots and clashing armor as the Revor City garrison rushed in from all sides, encircling the mansion in a steel ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Towering knights lowered their lances; archers drew back their bowstrings, the tips glinting coldly under the sunlight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them aiming straight at Rand and his companions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard was instantly filled with killing intent, the air so tense it seemed ready to snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rand remained seated upon his horse, utterly still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wak’s hand rested casually on his sword hilt, while Overthunder’s aura rumbled like distant thunderclouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the sound of the wind whispered over the corpses now littering the steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message was simple—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Submit... or die.\u003C\u002Fp>",1187,"2026-05-30T04:13:42.444Z","2026-06-01T04:30:17.337Z",1,"novelbin.me","9ff0252300144d33a67c49192a9a1d992e01e0765f9002c92a4cfa6f7e595784","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-149","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-147",690,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsummoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-cover.jpg"]