MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1026: Unending Spear Barrage

Collins stood perfectly still; while he didn't roar, shout, or make any outward display of his fury, just a single glance at his eyes would tell anyone that he was boiling with a suffocating, intense rage.

Yet, as a battle-hardened warrior who had faced countless conflicts and even seen his wife on the brink of death, he refused to let that anger dominate him. He knew better than to let it cloud his judgment; rashness was the ultimate failing of any fighter, and he would never commit such a mistake, especially not when the consequences were far too heavy to bear.

His dark gaze swept past the Eleven Winged Angels before him, rising toward the void millions of kilometers away. He locked eyes with the Twelve Winged Angel who floated there as if the Universe itself yielded to his presence—sovereign, imposing, and overwhelmingly oppressive.

A fleeting thought crossed Collins’ mind. He had studied the Twelve Winged Angels during their briefings, information that had felt abstract at the time but now loomed before him as a terrifying reality.

He lacked any desire to gauge the true power of a Twelve Winged Angel; the concept was beyond reason. He wasn't worried about the eight Eleven Winged Angels; he had advanced significantly in his Cultivation following their previous invasion. He could handle several of them with ease—confidence forged not from arrogance, but from genuine strength and hard-won experience.

Collins couldn't be certain if his current power had reached the height of a Twelve Winged Angel after his breakthrough, and that uncertainty could prove lethal. Moreover, his focus stayed on his wife, Irene; any intelligent foe would target her, as she was his only real weakness in this coming clash.

The Twelve Winged Angel looked down at Collins with chilling indifference, viewing him as little more than an ant. He felt no need to converse with a lesser being; to him, two ants were no different from one—just more trivial lives to be wiped out without a second thought.

'How did they get here?' Collins wondered, a spark of logic piercing through his internal storm. They had all witnessed Aura Nova seal the three Tears in Reality. Their presence felt impossible, but in the scope of reality, perhaps nothing was truly impossible.

'If they had opened another Tear in Reality, we certainly would have known.' Collins tried to process the situation, but he quickly shoved the thought aside; he would relay this intelligence later. For now, he would prioritize his wife and the immediate struggle.

"Wipe them out!" the Twelve Winged Angel commanded, his voice vibrating with absolute authority.

Instantly, the eight Angels darted forward through the cosmos, their speed far eclipsing what they had displayed against Irene previously. Collins remained silent, calm. With a mere thought, he let his mana shimmer outward, wrapping Irene in a secure cocoon of Lightning.

The first strike landed in a heartbeat—a sword descending with the intent to cleave him in half. But the moment the blade met his skin, Collins’ body shifted, turning into pure Lightning and allowing the strike to pass through him without leaving a scratch.

Another blow followed immediately, but he phased through it with the same effortless fluidity, never needing to move. The remaining six Angels reacted by imbuing their weapons with Faith Energy, launching a unified assault. It proved futile; every hit glanced off as if he were untouchable, existing beyond the reach of physical strikes.

Before they could even comprehend his defense, a primal terror seized their senses. Death rippled through their veins, and they fled in a blur of motion, their wings flapping frantically as they vanished from their positions.

Rains of white Lightning pillars descended from the heavens, tearing through the space where they had stood with cataclysmic intensity. The star beneath them shattered, triggering a stellar eruption of raw, destructive energy. Irene and Collins remained safe as the shockwaves surged outward, narrowly avoided by the retreating Angels.

As the cosmic dust settled, Collins stood revealed, his wife still cradled safely within his Lightning shroud.

Violent waves of mana surged from him, making the surrounding space scream under the pressure. Without hesitation, he cast another spell, his resolve cold and lethal.

A gargantuan magical circle of Lightning swept across the sky, seemingly boundless. The Angels looked up in alarm, their senses recording the way the ambient mana bent instinctively to Collins’ will.

An endless legion of white Lightning spears flooded the heavens, each one vibrating with enough intensity to potentially tear the very fabric of reality to shreds.

With one thought from Collins, the volley launched at speeds nearing teleportation, the spears streaking through space with a terrifying momentum.

The Angels did not falter, flaring their wings as Faith Energy surged. They flickered through the air with panicked speed, avoiding direct contact.

But the spears tracked them with a hunter’s precision. In response, the Angels unleashed defensive techniques, artifacts, and abilities, clashing head-on with the storm of spears.

The battlefield erupted into a chaotic masterpiece of destruction and color. Space fractured and reality peeled back, exposing the layers of the void.

Collins had no intention of engaging them one at a time. He would face them all, overwhelming their defenses entirely. He was a mage with a near-limitless supply of mana, and he was settling in for a rampage that would not end until every enemy was erased from existence.