[{"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-77":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},349368,609,"Chapter 77 -77-Phoenix Feather","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-77",77,"\u003Cp>At this very moment, turmoil raged within Rhys’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep, bitter, choking regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only he had not fallen out with Aurek, the Hyrule War Academy would still have stood as one of the most exalted institutions in the entire empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The academy’s students filled countless official posts across the imperial government, their influence unshakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as the principal himself, he would have continued to reap endless benefits, wealth, and prestige.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because he had clashed with Aurek, because he had chosen to oppose him openly, everything had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the academy and the emperor stood as sworn enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worse—he himself had become a pawn, exploited by others in this struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization gnawed at him, filling his chest with a poisonous ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He regretted it so much his guts twisted as though they were turning green with decay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—even so, Rhys refused to bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had served as principal of the Hyrule War Academy for over two hundred years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his eyes, Aurek was nothing but a boy, still wet behind the ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pride would never allow him to kneel before a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides—would an apology even solve anything now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would soft words mend this blood-stained rift?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very thought was laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cast his gaze around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where once had been noble lecture halls and grand classrooms now lay only rubble and shattered walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disgrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was humiliation on a scale beyond imagining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhys clenched his jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had already come this far, there was only one path left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would press forward into darkness, whatever the cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he drew in a breath and roared, voice carrying across the ruins:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aurek! You brat who hasn’t even grown your feathers yet—do you truly think slaughter alone can grant you dominion over an empire?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was you who brought the Crossbridge Empire to ruin! You are its gravedigger!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will watch with my own eyes as this empire collapses around you, and as you yourself are buried beneath its ruins!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words rang out like hammer blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sounded fierce, unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But everyone who heard them knew the truth—this was nothing more than bluster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empty curses spat into the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And curses had never saved a man’s life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If curses truly held power, half the great factions of the world would have already been turned to ash by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone could see it clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great principal Everett Rhys—was finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And deep inside, Rhys himself knew it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear gnawed at him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For as the head of the Crossbridge Empire’s branch academy, he should have had the right to summon aid from the main academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under normal circumstances, when a branch faced destruction, reinforcements would arrive without fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The branch had been laid waste, but no support had come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question darkened his expression further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere, somehow, the aid he expected had failed to materialize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That could only mean one thing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For reasons unknown, the headquarters had abandoned him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What do I do?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts spun in chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still had his Awakener Tool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A treasure of immeasurable value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it could only be used once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he truly waste such a priceless item just to flee with his life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been counting on the main academy’s support to save him—so he could hoard the Awakener Tool, keep it safe, keep it untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ten Doomsday Warriors advanced again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bolts of lightning burst from their gauntlets, searing with deadly radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above, the heavens darkened as storm clouds gathered once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhys’s stomach dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not merely punishing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They meant to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he delayed any longer—there would be no chance left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With desperation boiling in his veins, he made his decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand darted to his robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurled forth a blazing crimson quill, shaped like a single burning feather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world ignited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the entire sky blazed with scarlet flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavenly fire cascaded downward, searing the academy’s ruins, igniting towering infernos that consumed everything in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps echoed across the watching factions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For none had expected this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhys had unleashed a Phoenix Feather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A relic of legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Phoenix—one of the most fabled mythical beasts, a being even among magical creatures considered supreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And here, in the palm of a desperate man, was one of its feathers, aflame with undying fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the watching powers understood the pained look they had seen earlier upon Rhys’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would ever willingly part with such a treasure?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As fire rained down and the ruins blazed bright, Rhys turned and fled westward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His half-step master rank strength blazed like a beacon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary warriors could never hope to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the watching factions, however, this did not appear as strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It appeared as fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It appeared as desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And above all—it highlighted the true terror of Aurek’s forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhys was half a step into Master Rank—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man who would stand at the very peak of any great faction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet here he was, hounded like a rat by ten of Aurek’s soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers, not heroes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not masters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forced to burn his greatest treasure—the Phoenix Feather—just to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this was the plight of a near-master rank powerhouse...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then just how powerful were Aurek’s Doomsday Warriors?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of the firestorm and Rhys’s desperate speed, the Doomsday Warriors did not pursue further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Elemental Assassins lurking in the shadows refrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their blades were deadly, but their strength fell far short of Master Rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when a man of such caliber set his heart upon escape, nothing short of a true master could stand in his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle was done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, the black storm clouds broke apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in what felt like ages, sunlight returned, washing the land in warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the ruins of the academy, there was no warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the lingering echo of terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The purple thunder that had split the heavens might have faded, but the memory of its annihilating will remained carved into every heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still, one question plagued them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had these Doomsday Warriors—mere soldiers—gained the power to command such lightning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mystery unsettled every watching force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, within Eryndor City, in a secluded chamber, another gathering was underway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of figures, all clad in purple robes, sat together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon their chests gleamed a symbol—a thunderbolt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were awakeners of a particular creed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the faithful believers who clung to the notion that abilities were none other than the ancient art of magic itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their views were not widely accepted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most dismissed them as eccentrics, even fools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For everyone knew what abilities were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abilities could swell a warrior’s body to ten times its size, amplify their strength a hundredfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No known form of \"magic\" could do that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, this stubborn faction refused to yield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They insisted abilities and magic were one and the same, and they had even formed an organization—the Union of Magic—to promote their belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thunder Guild was one such member.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, inside their meeting hall, tension hung heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The president of the guild, an elderly man with hair of deep violet, presided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair had not been dyed—it had been transformed over years of channeling lightning into his body, his very essence shaped by his devotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a practice popular within the Thunder Guild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As was the equally famous hairstyle that came with being repeatedly struck by bolts of electricity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his voice solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You all felt it just now. That thunder. That annihilating power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What do you think of it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others fell into silence, thoughtful frowns creasing their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were experts of thunder, familiar with its every crackle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunder that had fallen earlier was not the thunder they knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something they could only describe as Celestial Thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>",1331,"2026-05-30T04:13:42.444Z","2026-06-01T04:30:17.337Z",1,"novelbin.me","8a83971f9d32752bc027dc2efd47d4152591fa5e3faa4da198a4b06679c89dee","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-78","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-76",690,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsummoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-cover.jpg"]