MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1027: Erasing Twilight

Collins did not remain idle while the Angels were busy; with a simple thought, he disappeared from his location, his form shifting into a blurring streak of lightning that bridged the gap between himself and the nearest Angel in an instant. The moment he emerged behind his target, he cast a spell, devoid of any mercy or hesitation.

Mana surged furiously around him, and lightning molecules danced rhythmically across his palm, coalescing at a singular point with blinding intensity and terrifying acceleration. The cosmic void shrieked in agony, the very fabric of space seemingly snapping at that precise coordinate. Without a moment’s pause, Collins extended his hand, releasing the technique with ruthless accuracy.

A massive torrent of pure lightning, strong enough to consume stars and entire solar systems as if they were trivial, detonated from his hand. True to its destructive reputation, it eradicated everything in its path as it expanded. The immediate battlefield was bleached pure white, as if no other hue dared manifest amid such overwhelming annihilation.

The Angel reacted instantly. He required no visual cue to sense the incoming strike; his reflexes were more than adequate. His agility reached its zenith as he flapped his wings and twisted in mid-air, unrestricted by gravity. Locking his golden eyes onto the advancing bolt, he immediately invoked his own defensive skill.

Faith Energy rippled from his core, erupting into a radiant light that solidified into a protective shroud just in time to neutralize the onslaught. Collins’ spell collided with the light-forged barrier with maddening force. A world-shattering explosion unfurled, consuming everything as both space and matter were effortlessly erased by the sheer scale of the collision.

The Angel gritted his teeth, his features pulling tight as he witnessed fractures spider-webbing across his barrier. He desperately funneled more Faith Energy into the shield, but his efforts were in vain. Just as the defense teetered on the brink of total failure, another Angel intervened, lunging toward Collins in a bid to rescue his comrade.

Collins’ dark eyes darted sideways, detecting the approaching threat—another Angel closing in with a lethal spear thrust. Without faltering, Collins pivoted the hand still projecting the lightning beam toward the newcomer. Like a hot blade parting butter, the beam shifted its trajectory and slammed into the second Angel with devastating, erasing power.

She was caught completely unawares. She had assumed Collins’ attack was firmly fixed in place, believing it to be a stationary linear strike. It was a fatal miscalculation; she had been wrong, and that single error cost her her existence, extinguishing her life in the blink of an eye.

Her armor offered no resistance whatsoever, proving utterly useless as the sheer magnitude of the attack wiped her from reality, leaving behind no corpse and not even a remnant of her being.

A remaining Angel channeled a spell, and instantly, Collins’ surroundings were choked with massive golden blades of light, each pulsing with destructive fervor. Collins immediately canceled his attack; his lightning phasing worked against physical contact, but not against magical manifestations. With another thought, he morphed into a streak of white light and vanished from his spot.

He streaked across the battlefield, moving with the effortless authority of a celestial sovereign, side-stepping every strike with clinical precision. Yet, the Angels did not falter. Seven remained, and their coordination and aggression only grew more fervent.

Collins came to a sharp halt, his head snapping upward, then sideways, and finally behind him in rapid cycles. From every corner, heat flared and converged into what looked like miniature suns. Yet these were far cry from stars; the temperature was vastly more intense, causing space itself to melt like glass under the thermal pressure. Suddenly, a booming detonation erupted with the force of collapsing stars, striking simultaneously from every direction.

The battlefield was drowned in orange and crimson flames, consuming everything without bias, spreading to devour distant planets and stars. Thick smoke and searing fumes blanketed the entire vicinity.

The Angels remained motionless, floating in place with their senses pushed to the absolute edge. They dared not assume Collins had been eliminated; such assumptions had already claimed many of their brothers. They would keep their guard at its peak until their eyes provided undeniable proof of his demise.

Through the dissipating smoke and roiling clouds, Collins reappeared, his form completely untouched. He hovered within the void, his expression calm, detached, and entirely unmoved by the chaos that had just unfolded.

The Angel who had initiated the attack frowned, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. He had expected his strike to inflict at least some minor injury, yet it had accomplished nothing; Collins had nullified it completely.

In the next heartbeat, mana rippled from Collins once more. The Angels did not need to be warned; they recognized the signs of another incoming spell. Despite this, they stood their ground. They were battling a mage, and giving such an opponent space was a deadly error. They aimed to exploit the traditional weakness of mages: close-quarters combat.

However, their response time was lacking, and their strategy proved futile against Collins. Countless opponents had tried this tactic before, and Collins had long since transcended such mundane limitations. He no longer required casting windows; he had evolved past the need for incantations.

The moment the spell was finalized, reality seemed to hold its breath. Lightning magic typically involved the manipulation of lightning molecules, but this time, Collins had no intention of controlling them—he intended to unmake them. With Mana Zone fully active, his dominion expanded, amplifying the scope and potency of his power to incomprehensible heights.

The lightning molecules across the galaxy shivered with chaotic intensity, as if the universe stood on the brink of fracturing. The Angels realized that evasion was pointless. These particles were everywhere; there was no way to escape, no way to hide.

And then, it occurred.

Every lightning molecule detonated like an over-pressurized vessel bursting at the seams. The battlefield erupted into a tapestry of blinding white brilliance. Lightning crackled, hissed, raged, and obliterated, wiping away everything in its wake without remorse.

Space? Shredded instantly.

Planets? Eradicated without a trace.

Solar systems? Reduced to drifting dust and cosmic debris.

Stars? Annihilated entirely, their presence excised from history.

With one forbidden technique, millions of kilometers within the Acarnis Galaxy were erased, wiped clean as though they had never existed, leaving behind only the silence of the void and the lingering wake of unimaginable power.

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