MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1029: Point Divider
Previously on MIGHT AS WELL BE OP...
The moment the Angels took their positions, one member transitioned into action instantly, moving as if hesitation was a flaw beneath her dignity.
As the Angel cast her incantation, the atmosphere hummed with overwhelming pressure; Faith Energy billowed through her form, surging outward in chaotic ripples. Reality itself seemed to buckle, the very fabric of the world contorting as if it were submitting to her supreme command.
A massive magical circle, decorated with intricate, pulsating runes, manifested above the battlefield. Its vast diameter blanketed a significant portion of the area, casting a divine radiance upon everything beneath it. Collins’ gaze snapped upward immediately, locking onto the formation. Before he could mount a defense, a storm of golden petals began to cascade from the disc—innumerable, shimmering with holy intensity, and descending with the lethality of a sacred tempest.
Collins remained vigilant; an archmage of his caliber could perceive the dense, hazardous energy contained within each petal. Every individual fragment held sufficient destructive power to obliterate a constellation, and they arrived in an infinite, uncountable deluge.
Choosing not to squander effort on a futile escape, he channeled his mana into a defensive spell with unwavering precision.
With a roar that assaulted the senses, Collins’ mana erupted in a torrent as he invoked a Forbidden spell. Sensing the Angel’s technique was far more perilous than any prior assault, he knew a powerful riposte was mandatory.
The molecular lightning in the surrounding vacuum bowed to his will as if they were extensions of his own limbs. A deafening crackle tore through the silence as arcs of pure white lightning erupted around him. This energy rapidly coalesced into a colossal, wingless dragon. Its body, armored in dense, overlapping scales of immense resilience, coiled tightly to shield Collins within an absolute bastion.
As his defense solidified, the cascading petals collided with the white dragon, cloaking it in a veil of gold. Without a moment’s delay, they detonated in unison, releasing cataclysmic bursts of destruction that defied human comprehension.
A titanic shockwave rippled outward, the unleashed power rivaling the explosion of a supernova. Matter disintegrated, light warped into unnatural shapes, and temperatures spiked to impossible heights as golden flames expanded with divine fury, devouring everything in their path.
Safe within his sanctuary, Collins felt the immense weight of the assault battering his Forbidden spell. Despite the relentless pressure attempting to shatter his barrier, he remained unmoved, his expression detached as he monitored the integrity of his shield with supreme confidence.
While Collins remained composed within the inferno, the Angels recognized their initial spell had failed to leave a mark. The second Angel didn’t hesitate for a fraction of a second, his wings snapping open to propel him forward. His golden form cleaved through the raging explosion as if it were nothing but air. Closing the gap, he vanished, activating a holy technique of flawless execution.
A heartbeat later, one of the light rays within Collins’ barrier vanished, replaced by the materialized Angel. Collins’ eyes narrowed; he had not foreseen an Angel successfully bypassing his defenses via teleportation.
While he exerted absolute control over his dragon construct, he lacked authority over the localized space and his opponents had exploited that lapse.
The Angel launched a strike instantly. Lacking the room for large-scale magic, he swung his katana toward Collins' neck, hoping to catch the mage off guard.
Collins’ response was purely instinctual. He did not need to think; his body moved independently as mana harmonized with his subconscious, shifting him into a state of lightning phasing. The blade passed through his neck effortlessly, as if he occupied a different plane of existence.
The Angel showed no surprise, as if he had already accounted for this outcome. He seamlessly transitioned his momentum, treating his moves as a single, fluid act rather than multiple strikes.
The katana arc tightened, his Faith Energy heightening his speed to an extreme, lethal degree as he aimed for Collins’ throat with intensified focus.
Even while phasing, Collins’ instincts shrieked in warning. He didn’t question the sense of impending doom; he simply trusted it. In an instant, his physical form burst into countless lightning streaks, dispersing within the confined space.
As he vanished, the katana sliced through the point where his neck had been. Upon passing through, the blade cleaved the atmosphere itself, shattering space as if it were fabric unable to be repaired.
The Angel’s technique targeted the space at Collins’ throat. Had he remained solidified, decapitation would have been certain. Yet, Collins had no intention of cowering. After evading two chained blows, he moved to retaliate. The scattered lightning bolts converged violently, slamming together to reform his body at blinding speed.
Before his leg fully manifested, Collins unleashed a devastating Brazilian kick aimed at the Angel’s temple. The Angel started to raise his guard, but Collins’ battle-sense flared. At the moment of contact, his leg phased, passing through the Angel’s forearm obstruction entirely.
As his limb reached the temple, he solidified in a single motion, delivering the strike with calculated, brutal precision.