[{"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-86":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},349377,609,"Chapter 86 -86-The Ghosts’ Assault","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-86",86,"\u003Cp>A violent collision of energies erupted high above Manhattan City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan, as chairman of the Manhattan Legion, truly possessed immense strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His power was undeniable, the culmination of decades of cultivation and authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his enemy today had been the Elemental Assassins, then perhaps he still might have had a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his might, he could have resisted their infiltration, crushed their shadows, and at least stalled their assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately for Ethan, what stood before him was not assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Doomsday Warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were not simple soldiers infused with thunder, as outsiders imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They commanded true destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lightning was not their weapon—it was merely the manifestation of something far greater, the raw essence of annihilation itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, when Ethan unleashed his mighty blow against the storm, he had not destroyed the lightning at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he had only fed it, injecting his own strength into its endless cycle of ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clouds above grew darker still, roiling like an ocean of shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunder did not wane—it swelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bolts streaked through the sky, each one faster, sharper, deadlier than the last. Every flash across the heavens made the hearts of those below pound in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Violet Thunder held Ethan at bay, the other Doomsday Warriors did not remain idle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their cold eyes turned toward the backbone of the Manhattan Legion—the Elite Ranks, the Experts, and even the Heroes who had risen into the air to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aurek’s order had been absolute: the Manhattan Legion was to be erased. Every mercenary tied to them was marked for death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Doomsday Warriors did not question. They never hesitated. Their loyalty was absolute. An order was an order. It would be carried out to the letter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so the slaughter began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams rang out across the ruined streets, piercing, heart-wrenching. One after another, the Legion’s warriors fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had already witnessed the thunder’s devastation no longer had the courage to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hesitated, their hearts shivering, their minds filled only with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against this storm, resistance seemed meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Doomsday Warriors pressed forward, blades raised, their destructive power crashing down like a tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against them, the mercenaries’ defense crumbled almost instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed. Bodies fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elite were cut down like grass beneath the scythe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cries of the dying filled the air, but the black-armored soldiers were unmoved. They did not flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did not slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faces were hidden behind masks of steel, their only purpose the execution of Aurek’s will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few mercenaries, realizing death was certain, hurled themselves forward in desperate defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fought with all they had left, hoping at least to leave one mark upon their killers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their resistance was pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the storm of destruction, their blades broke, their bodies shattered. The thunder swallowed them whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those with sharper minds quickly understood the truth: fighting meant death. Escape might yet mean survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so many turned to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to abandon the Legion, better to throw away pride, if it meant clinging to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Violet Thunder had anticipated this from the very beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the mercenaries turned to run, squads of Doomsday Warriors moved as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like shepherds herding sheep, they encircled the deserters, driving them together with precise coordination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, once the fugitives were clustered, the soldiers raised their swords to the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavens answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of violet bolts screamed down, tearing the air apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night lit up like day as the thunder descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screams were brief. Then silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every mercenary caught in the storm was obliterated, nothing left but ash scattered in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years, the Manhattan Legion had committed sins beyond counting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had exploited, enslaved, murdered, and plundered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aurek knew their crimes as clearly as if he had written the ledger himself. For him, this was not only war—it was justice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not one of them deserved mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder rumbled again, louder than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clouds writhed, glowing with endless lightning. For the mercenaries still alive, only one thought filled their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s over. We’re finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan himself was struggling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was forced to clash again and again with Violet Thunder, her blade wreathed in annihilation, while his eyes tracked the devastation spreading below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time another squad of his soldiers was erased, his heart grew colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Legion was finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No miracle would save them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to live another day, he thought grimly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to live, and strike again when the time is right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought of revenge faded. Now his mind focused only on survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These soldiers were too strong, too terrifying. He had underestimated Aurek completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the ruins of Manhattan City, a passageway opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark tunnel stretching toward the mountains. Mercenaries were slipping inside, fleeing into the depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan’s eyes gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could reach the mountains through the passage, he could vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his speed, the Doomsday Warriors would never catch him. Survival was within reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as the spark of hope lit within him—screams erupted from the tunnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horrible, piercing screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Expert Rank mercenaries were cut down inside the passage. Their bisected corpses were flung back into the open, tumbling into the dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan froze. His blood ran cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had imagined that the tunnel would already be occupied by another enemy, one far harder to detect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The survivors stared in disbelief. Even the shareholders at Ethan’s side were dumbfounded, their eyes wide, unable to comprehend what had just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lycaon understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body trembled violently. His face twisted with madness as he cried out, his voice breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s them! It’s the ghosts!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I knew it! I knew they’d be here! They’d never stay away!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Ghosts are here! We’re all going to die! Ha ha ha... all of us, every last one of us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His laughter was wild, broken, on the edge of hysteria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth gnawed at him. He had once thought himself lucky to escape Eryndor City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought fate had spared him. But now he saw the truth—his survival had been no luck at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been part of Aurek’s design, a cruel joke leading him here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lycaon collapsed to his knees. Regret tore at his chest. He had doomed them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was me. I brought ruin to the Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, even now, even knowing this, he admitted to himself—if given another chance, he would still have chosen to return to Manhattan City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would still have clung to life, even if it meant damning everyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed, \"I was wrong! Don’t kill me! Please, don’t kill me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his forehead to the ground. His will was broken. His courage gone. He had surrendered completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan’s lips curled in disgust. He cursed silently at Lycaon’s pathetic display.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Violet Thunder struck again, her sword blazing as it cut through the storm toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan raised his weapon to meet her, but just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something brushed against his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no wind here. Not amidst the storm of destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp sting pierced his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan’s instincts screamed. He spun instantly, eyes narrowing, searching for the unseen attacker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghosts had come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the true nightmare was only beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>",1249,"2026-05-30T04:13:42.444Z","2026-06-01T04:30:17.337Z",1,"novelbin.me","aed448922bed0cf1ac61cb2e4cbecf90a7fde007112c4005e0b55f9278bb74b1","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-87","summoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-chapter-85",690,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsummoning-millions-of-gods-daily-my-strength-equ-cover.jpg"]