[{"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-76":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},349367,609,"Chapter 76 -76-The Academy’s Collapse, Humiliation Through Cruel Slaughter","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-76",76,"\u003Cp>Upon the ruins of the Hyrule War Academy, ten figures clad in pitch-black armor moved slowly across the devastation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the Doomsday Warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did not hurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did not gloat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They simply carried out their tasks with mechanical precision, like cold instruments of judgment performing the final cleansing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them approached a broken wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Etched into the cracked stone was a complex magical array, its runes faintly flickering with lingering energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior raised no weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he calmly pressed his gauntleted palm upon the surface of the array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no violent explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No dazzling flare of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intricate symbols simply withered away, erased as though wiped clean by an invisible eraser.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint sizzling sound whispered in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-resilient runes warped, dulled, and disintegrated, until nothing remained but dust returning to dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, destroying such remnants was no more difficult than brushing away cobwebs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storm clouds of annihilation above had already dispersed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need for further lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The proud temple of knowledge that had stood for centuries was now reduced to rubble, fading into history’s dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the shattered pillar of what had once been a grand lecture hall, Principal Everett crouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest heaved with ragged breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The splendid robes of his office, once pristine and radiant, were now tattered rags, stained with dust and streaked with dried blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The calm dignity and commanding aura of a strong man—gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What remained was the trembling, pitiful form of a survivor on the brink of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, dozens of powerful spells flashed by instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within his storage space still lay several Awakener Tools, each enough to make any powerhouse covetous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of them mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For his hands shook uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not even focus enough to condense the simplest arcane energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not muster the courage to face those black-armored warriors again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The purple thunder he had endured earlier had left not only gaping wounds upon his body, but also scars etched deep into his spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was no ordinary force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a higher law—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A force that mocked and erased the very foundations of his proudest knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A will capable of rendering all he understood meaningless, reducing energy itself to nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That power made him feel small—so small he was nothing more than an ant beneath a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his spirit wavered, the ten Doomsday Warriors stopped in perfect unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their movements froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their helms, dark as obsidian, turned together toward the broken pillar where he hid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world seemed to hold its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, they raised their arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no roar of war, no charge, no cry of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the silent lifting of armored palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From each gauntlet burst a bolt of annihilating lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bolts did not strike directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they connected with each other, weaving together in the air, intertwining into a vast and intricate grid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arcs flared, purple currents crackling madly, so intense they tore subtle cracks into the very fabric of space itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—the net descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Falling directly toward Everett, its deadly light enveloping him whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene did not go unseen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From hidden corners across Eryndor City, countless pairs of eyes watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the private courtyard where once men had sipped coffee with calm arrogance, silence now reigned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cups had gone cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One shadowed figure whispered, his voice as dry as sand:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They... they are not fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They are humiliating him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everett, a man of near-master rank, whose knowledge reached the heavens and pierced the earth...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer even has the will to resist.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another figure spoke at last, his tone heavy with awe and dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That is the horror of the destructive lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It does not merely crush your body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It breaks your spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look at him—Everett, half a step from the rank of Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now reduced to this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That emperor... Aurek... his methods are colder, crueler, more terrifying than anything we imagined.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blacksmith’s shop, the old craftsman gripped his hammer so tightly his knuckles whitened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his head back, staring through the walls and roofs toward the distant ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as though he could see, with his own eyes, the vast lightning net shrinking around its prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the name of destruction, he passes judgment...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trembled, not only with shock but also with reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This power... it should never belong to mortals.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In every corner of Eryndor City, eyes turned toward the imperial palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer filled with doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer filled with suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the high walls of the palace, Aurek stood proudly, the wind tugging at his cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed into the distance, where smoke still billowed from the ruins of the academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his lips curved a faint, satisfied smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power of the thunder... had achieved exactly the effect he desired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None knew the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lightning was but one expression—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most direct, the crudest manifestation of the Power of Destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were other ways, more subtle, more exquisite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could cause the ground beneath an enemy fortress to quake until it collapsed from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tear apart a fragment of space itself, swallowing his foes into nothingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was only the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Number of Doomsday Warriors: 800]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number surfaced in Aurek’s thoughts like a glimmering counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thrill ran through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their growth was faster than he had predicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And their might... their might surpassed every expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not help but imagine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his command expanded to ten thousand, or even more—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of spectacle would that battlefield be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armies of thousands charging?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaningless before collapsing space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortresses, walls, citadels?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crumbled to dust beneath storms of annihilating thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be war not of men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But of gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the ruins’ edge, chaos stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Everett trapped within the lightning net, many surviving professors lost their final illusions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic seized them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They scattered, abandoning dignity and order, fleeing in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the shadows of the broken halls, where the air shimmered with twisted light, indistinct figures appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Elemental Assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes were as cold as ice as they watched the scattering prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commands passed silently among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the terrified professors were left alone—they no longer mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They posed no threat, no significance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those who had once stood in the public square, who had once raised their voices most strongly against Aurek—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For them, there would be no mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent figures slipped from the group, stalking their quarry like wolves following bleeding prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the main force of the assassins remained fixed upon the center of the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their true task was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The near-master rank principal Everett could not, under any circumstances, be allowed to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing him would not be simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wounding him was easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But slaying a man of such caliber outright—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would take precision, patience, and overwhelming force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the lightning net, Everett could feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin burned from the stray arcs of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow of death pressed down, closer than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The primal instinct to survive surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, it overcame the paralysis of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stay here, and he would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a desperate cry, he bit his tongue, the searing pain forcing clarity into his mind for the briefest moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t continue like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought screamed within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I must escape!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And once the thought took root, all remaining will to fight crumbled away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For he knew—Aurek’s hand did not only hold these black-armored warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere in the shadows lurked the assassins as well—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those killers who struck unseen, whose daggers left no survivors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he fight both?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—there was only one choice left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Run.\u003C\u002Fp>",1312,"2026-05-30T04:13:42.444Z","2026-06-01T04:30:17.337Z",1,"novelbin.me","01c2b8df384a9aebcfab50b345d1921ab45b52293d4be4cea79d69e5275f0608","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-77","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-75",690,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsummoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-cover.jpg"]