[{"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-151":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},349442,609,"Chapter 151 -151-All Under Heaven Belongs to the Emperor","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-151",151,"\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, the army arrived above the mountain peak, hovering in the sky like a flock of eagles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of destructive energy, suffocating and primal, spread outward like an unseen tide, shaking even the souls of those who felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down below, ordinary soldiers found it hard to breathe. The grips of their weapons turned slick with cold sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commander Roz felt a tremor deep within his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flight...!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was an ability only those of Expert Rank and above could possess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet before his eyes—stood an army of several thousand warriors, every one of them capable of flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of power could possibly forge such a terrifying legion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question alone defied reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But more dreadful still were the warriors clad in black armor, each like a messenger from the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark energy coiled around their forms, devouring the surrounding light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even sensing their presence brought a chill that sank straight into the bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the vanguard, several hundred figures radiated energy fluctuations belonging unmistakably to the Master Rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Countless Master Ranks!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The senior officer of the Monden Shrine, Stah, could barely speak, his throat dry as dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Expert Rank subordinates behind him had already gone pale as paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Master Rank... as a common soldier?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the foundation of a formation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The notion shattered everything they knew about the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Members of the Morningstar Order, led by Elder Sochiby and three other Master Rank elders, fixed their grave gazes upon the army’s core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of those figures radiated the power of a seasoned Master Rank, solid and oppressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What an unfathomable force...\" murmured a delegate from Muwen Mountain Fortress, as representatives of smaller factions shared his terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hundreds of Master Ranks... in one army!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, from amidst the clouds above, came a woman’s calm yet shocked voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not just that,\" replied an elegant lady from Skypeak Tower, her eyes opening slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind power spread like invisible tendrils across the mountains, sweeping the land for dozens of miles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those phantoms—the ones that serve under His Majesty Aurek—they’re here as well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was heavier than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aurek Veynar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That name rippled through the hearts of the Skypeak Tower envoys like a stone dropped into a still lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his public rupture with the Ordon Theocracy, the young emperor had never truly left their attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the intelligence they’d gathered about him—and about this mysterious army—had always been vague, speculative... until now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what they were seeing exceeded every legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A military core composed of hundreds of Master Rank elites?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a superpower like Skypeak Tower could scarcely imagine such extravagance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that wasn’t all—those elusive, shadow-walking ghosts, veiled between light and darkness, were here too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This Aurek Veynar,\" someone whispered, \"does not look like a dying lion at all...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes once filled with condescension now brimmed with curiosity—and a hint of awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Horn Mountain situation, because of this single army’s arrival, became instantly unpredictable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away in Paris City, royal authority could not extend its grasp so far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, this army that had appeared out of thin air—its banners heavy with imperial sigils—felt like the tolling of a divine bell, a reminder that the Empire was far from dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Delegations from Dephans and the Violet Rose Institute also stared, stunned, at the disciplined, steel-hearted warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes eventually focused on one particular figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long sword on his back gleamed faintly—Wak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s Wak!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He dares return here!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Violet Rose student gasped, memories flooding back—painful, humiliating memories of a man who once stood among them but chose another path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the front of the army, Overthunder stood tall, his cold gaze sweeping the mountains like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his eyes turned toward the cloud formation—woven from wind and vapor—hovering in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wak stepped forward, his scholarly calm at odds with the battlefield around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cut through the wind, commanding and absolute:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All Energy Stone veins within this mountain range belong to the Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Irrelevant parties—withdraw immediately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Empire!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single word struck every envoy like a hammer blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could these soldiers—these monsters—really be from Eryndor City, that puppet capital thought to be long subdued?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I heard His Majesty Aurek has been secretly training an elite army,\" murmured Stah, eyes narrowing. \"They even crushed the Seventh-Tier power, the Holy Sword Alliance... Could it be... this is them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Anubichi Mountain Range was thousands of miles away from Eryndor and Paris, its lands ruled by fragmented lords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>News from the imperial heartlands arrived only in broken fragments, filtered and twisted by fear and ambition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many had long forgotten that this vast territory was still, in name, the domain of the Crossbridge Empire, and that a man called \"Emperor\" still reigned in Valoria Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years, great powers had carved the Empire’s flesh, feeding on its weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roars of the Valorian throne were dismissed as the dying growls of an old beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the fall of the Holy Sword Alliance, that monumental event, had been treated as nothing more than a rumor—something distant, unconfirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None had expected that the true thunder would descend right here, so suddenly, and with such force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An army of hundreds of Master Ranks—enough to make even the bravest knight lose all hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Sochiby’s face twisted, his eyes burning with hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long, jagged scar cut across his cheek—the mark of his humiliation at the hands of the Veynar royal line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand years had not erased that shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, the Empire’s army had come again to stand before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This land is free,\" Sochiby said, voice cold as ice. \"The Empire’s hand reaches too far.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his gaze, his killing intent rising like a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leave—or die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overthunder did not bother with words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His destructive gaze pierced the space between them, a visible shackle of pressure that wrapped around Sochiby’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murderous intent, sharp as winter’s wind, swept through the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an instant, even Sochiby’s ancient heart trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was no fledgling—an lv.8 Master Rank, tempered by thousands of years, his psychic power deep and vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would not yield to a mere stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky darkened in response to their duel of wills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clouds gathered—thick, black, and alive—rolling like the banners of some colossal demon army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air vibrated, heavy with the promise of catastrophe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So,\" Sochiby sneered, turning to the others, \"you all plan to just stand there and watch?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept across the Violet Rose Institute, the Monden Shrine, and that mysterious cloud-shrouded faction from Skypeak Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within the mist came a woman’s serene yet unyielding voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Skypeak Tower will take sixty percent. The rest—you may divide among yourselves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overthunder’s answer was cold, absolute:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Empire will take it all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning surged through the heavens, splitting the clouds apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder boomed like the roar of an angry god—the prelude to divine wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faces of all other envoys turned dark, grim as death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stah senior officer spoke in a low, measured tone, his aura gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All of it? Hah... I’m afraid your Empire’s appetite will kill you before we have to.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile curved at the corner of Overthunder’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sigil between his brows—the third eye of judgment—flared with blinding light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No grand speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No declaration. Just a simple motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five Master Rank Doomsday Warriors stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their movements were perfectly synchronized—as if one will guided them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with a single resounding stomp, they surged forth toward the mountainside where Stah and the others stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air detonated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storm of raw destruction swept across the battlefield, hurling boulders and shattered trees into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stah’s instincts screamed danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel the annihilation focused on him—a heatless, inevitable death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Defensive formation!\" he barked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Master Rank warriors beside him reacted instantly, their bodies blazing with energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A radiant barrier unfolded around them, its surface shimmering with sacred runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their hands blurred through intricate seals, calling upon ancient rites passed down through the Shrine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, a holy idol rose—a colossal figure carved of pure light, its face hidden behind a golden veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It drank deeply of the earth element drawn from the very bones of Horn Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground shuddered, fissures spreading outward as energy surged upward into the statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its divine pressure expanded, layer by layer, like a mirage of faith come alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before such an image, the instinctive urge to kneel gripped even the strongest hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in the sky above, the Empire’s Doomsday Warriors pressed forward through the storm, their weapons glowing with red-black sigils of ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The collision between faith and destruction loomed inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thus began the clash between a world that still clung to its scattered freedom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and the return of the Empire that once ruled all under heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the heavens, all land belongs to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar of thunder itself seemed to proclaim it.\u003C\u002Fp>",1496,"2026-05-30T04:13:42.445Z","2026-06-01T04:30:17.337Z",1,"novelbin.me","d225900f43fabda1bc5b0de3719f4de743c5bf75b7edb60f32f074cecb837f39","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-152","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-250",690,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsummoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-cover.jpg"]