[{"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-164":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},349455,609,"Chapter 164 -164-The Empire’s Glory Shall Never Die","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-164",164,"\u003Cp>He tortured them to death with the same cruelty they once inflicted on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every student who had shielded or bullied him met the same fate — executed without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Karych’s siblings and the mentors who had blindly protected them were not spared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Violet Rose Institute was thrown into turmoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several master rank elders were enraged enough to take action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wak, fully aware of the Institute’s vast influence and his own inability to oppose it, chose a desperate path — he sacrificed his own power to perform a forbidden escape technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Elder Council could react, he vanished from Revor Province.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Lighton rushed back to the tower, what awaited him was his son’s dismembered corpse and the nearly annihilated bloodline of his descendants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In uncontrollable fury, he vented his wrath on anyone remotely connected to Wak — friends, mentors, colleagues — unleashing a massacre too horrific to describe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To this day, the dried corpses still hanging from the outer walls of the Institute serve as a chilling warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leveraging the Institute’s authority, Lighton coerced Revor Province’s governor, Henry, to issue a province-wide arrest order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone assumed that the self-crippled Wak had long since died in some forgotten corner of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one expected him not only to survive — but to return in such overwhelming force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wak drew a deep breath, forcing down the burning hatred and sorrow in his heart, then uttered one cold word:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The past was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right or wrong no longer mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only way to end this nightmare was to erase every last enemy bound to this hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that single command, screams erupted throughout the Elemental Spire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every Elite Rank student and mentor who had taken to the skies was instantly cut down by invisible blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the twenty-odd master rank elders were ambushed by shadow-stepping Elemental Assassins — seven or eight fell in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, the assassins infiltrated the sealed chamber that housed the core gem of the grand defensive array and destroyed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vast violet barrier that shrouded Violet Rose Mountain shattered like fragile glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Intruders! There are assassins inside!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The grand array is broken!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where are they? Show yourselves!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic and chaos engulfed the Institute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen hundred Elemental Assassins bared their fangs and began an indiscriminate slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four half-step peak master ranks erupted with violent energy waves, attempting to suppress the chaos through area-wide attacks and flush out the elusive assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fate was against them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Institute’s greatest support, Insber, was absent — along with a dozen key master rank experts he had taken to Horn Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining high-end power was woefully insufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand Doomsday Warriors charged into the Spire like tigers among sheep, surrounding the four half-step peaks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assassins struck from the shadows, while three hundred Mountain Shieldbearers advanced to lock down the front lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wak stood aloft, his gaze icy and detached, watching the carnage below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies — some familiar, others not — fell one after another, and the once-beautiful violet blossoms of the mountain were drenched in dark, metallic red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet there was no joy of revenge in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His beloved was gone forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those few mentors and friends who had defended him were long dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lighton, consumed by rage and despair, charged at Wak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mountain Shieldbearers intercepted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he possessed the might of a master rank lv9, he was utterly powerless before the two thousand five hundred imperial elites encircling him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments, his defenses collapsed; wounds opened across his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four half-step peak masters fell one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Expert and Elite Rank students fared even worse — crushed like ants beneath a storm of blades and lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous pillar of destruction struck Lighton, hurling him against the shattered mountain gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Electric arcs cascaded over his body, leaving him blackened and smoking, a charred figure lying broken in a crater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wak descended slowly from the air and stood before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You... you cruel demon...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lighton’s face was a mask of blood, twisted with pain and hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Demon?\" Wak’s tone was eerily calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Back then, the almighty Headmaster Lighton knew nothing of loss — so you could never understand me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You sheltered your son, denied me even a shred of justice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You made me swallow my grief in silence, forbidding even a cry. Tell me — who is more cruel, who is more poisonous?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes reddened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your son is dead now. Do you understand the pain I felt?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I only regret not killing you myself back then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lighton’s gaze was venomous, but he could not speak further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wak drew his longsword, reversed his grip, and drove the blade downward — straight into Lighton’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—Aaaah!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shriek tore through the air, then abruptly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel pierced bone with a wet crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lighton’s body twitched once, then went still, nailed to the scorched earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wak did not withdraw his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He left it there — a monument to every drop of love, hatred, and sorrow that this land had witnessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, rising into the sky, he took one last look at the academy that had once been his home, and another at the imperial troops finishing their grim work below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning toward Eryndor City Paris, he fell to one knee midair and shouted with all his soul:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your servant Wak gives thanks for Your Majesty’s grace! The Empire’s glory shall burn like the sun — eternal and undying! I, Wak, shall be the blade in Your Majesty’s hand, striking down all who dare to invade!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain and injustice long buried in his heart were finally released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his head bowed, tears traced silent paths down the stoic swordsman’s face, falling into the scorched soil and pools of blood below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horn Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames of war raged on through the ancient mountain range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The violent energy waves shook all of Revor Province.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Violet Rose Institute’s Insber was in dire straits —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shadow blade had pierced his left abdomen, leaving a gaping, bleeding hole. His left shoulder was stripped to white bone, and three cold daggers were buried deep in his back, trembling with every breath he took.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, the Morningstar Order’s Chiler was equally devastated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left hand was severed at the wrist, a blackened lightning wound marred his chest, and his body was covered in gashes of varying depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The endless ambushes from Elemental Assassins had left him gravely injured, his combat power plummeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tuth fared little better — his waist was nearly cleaved in half, and wild lightning had burned his hair into scorched curls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood streamed from his nose and cheek as he gasped for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the hundred-plus master ranks they had brought, more than half were dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Empire, too, had paid its price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elemental Assassins and Doomsday Warriors alike had fallen in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The counterattacks of the peak master rank enemies were far from trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>",1159,"2026-05-30T04:13:42.445Z","2026-06-01T04:30:17.337Z",1,"novelbin.me","f7ead5b476c98608ce61391f97d4d3a24e3199a16138e808be283b24f2ba9800","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-165","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-163",690,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsummoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-cover.jpg"]