MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1030: Strange Domain

Collins brought his foot down onto the Angel’s temple with the weight of a collapsing star, driving the celestial being sideways into the body of the coiling wingless dragon. An immense surge of lightning flooded the Angel’s form immediately, rampaging through his Faith Energy and utterly crushing it.

Refusing to let the momentum slip, Collins unleashed a blur of fists. Lightning crackled around his hands as he landed a hundred strikes into the Angel’s chest within a mere millisecond, each blow packed with devastating precision.

With a thunderous impact, the Angel’s chest cavity erupted in a spray of golden blood and debris, his physical form reduced to a charred, blackened husk. He had attempted to ambush Collins, only to be dismantled with terrifying efficiency.

From the moment the Angel arrived to the conclusion of their exchange, not even a second had ticked by; the assault had transpired faster than the mind could process.

Collins’ gaze whipped to the side, and observing the end of the explosion, he lunged into action. Under his masterful command, the wingless dragon unwound itself, its colossal form shifting fluidly. Before the remaining pair of Angels could react, the beast roared toward them, tearing through the void with lightning-laced speed.

Possessing an absurd level of mastery over mana and lightning, Collins had no need to dispel his Forbidden spell to launch an attack; he simply remodeled the defensive construct into an offensive weapon in an instant, executing the transition without the slightest hiccup.

One Angel reacted instantly, flickering beside her partner to cast a defensive barrier. Her movements were graceful and precise, weaving a golden-red dome that pulsed with resilient divine energy.

The lightning dragon hammered against the shield with frenzied intensity, triggering a roar that shattered the air. Lightning cascaded outwards, yet the barrier held steady, its structure reinforced by divine power to withstand the crushing pressure.

As the lightning assault dissipated, the other Angel surged forward, wings beating violently as he banked toward the lightning cocoon containing Irene. Closing the gap, he swung his sabre with a trailing arc of golden flames, imbuing his strike with elemental power, fully committed to shattering the cocoon in one decisive blow.

The two forces collided at a single point in space with planet-shattering intensity. Shockwaves of cataclysmic magnitude tore outward, warping the reality around them.

The counter-force slammed into the Angel’s chest, repelling him backward with merciless ease.

Spitting golden blood, the Angel was sent reeling, his footing lost as the moon beneath him and the cocoon fractured, lunar energy spilling out in unstable waves. His breastplate buckled and shattered, the divine enchantments dissolving instantly, leaving him exposed and defenseless.

The Angel frowned, shock evident on his face as he struggled to process the unfolding disaster. How had a simple lightning cocoon withstood his sabre technique so effortlessly?

He remained ignorant of the truth: the cocoon was not bolstered by mana, but by Collins’ own vitality—his life force, a far more fundamental and potent essence.

With a Twelve Winged Angel looming over the battlefield, Collins had sacrificed his own lifespan to shield his wife without a second thought. And why should he hesitate? Having lived only a millennium, he possessed a massive surplus of life, an abundance he could easily replenish through rare treasures later.

As soon as the Angel was sent reeling, Collins descended upon him. A blade of lightning formed in his grip, which he swung in a cold, murderous arc toward the Angel’s neck.

The Angel instinctively raised his own sabre to parry. However, just before the steel connected, Collins dissipated his lightning blade, forcing the Angel to commit his defense to empty air. In the same heartbeat, Collins reformed the blade, slashing forward with lethal accuracy to decapitate the Angel in one seamless move.

While he was a mage rather than a grandmaster of the sword, he wielded his magic with such unpredictability that it compensated for any lack of traditional bladework, turning his flaws into a devastating weapon.

Turning his eyes toward the final Angel, he found her staring with grim, unwavering killing intent. All her comrades were gone, yet she stood her ground, welcoming death as a path to return to HIM, complete and sanctified.

With a battle cry, she charged, a streak of golden light crackling with chaotic Faith Energy. Collins watched with indifferent eyes; they both grasped the truth—she was not rushing to victory, but hurtling toward her own end.

As she gathered her remaining Faith Energy to unleash a final, desperate attack, a colossal pillar of lightning descended from the heavens. With unstoppable force, it erased her, reducing her to ash before she could even register the strike.

Under ordinary circumstances, the attack might not have been so effective, but she had abandoned all defenses in her reckless, suicidal charge.

Watching their total destruction, Collins tilted his gaze toward the heavens, locking eyes with the condescending presence above. His expression was stern and unwavering. Despite the ease with which he had dispatched the Eleven Winged Angels, he knew this coming conflict would be entirely different.

In this fight, he would bleed, and he might even face True Death—a prospect he had never before been forced to confront. Mana boiled within his veins, eager and restless, prepared to react to the slightest shift in intent.

The Twelve Winged Angel finally moved, though not as Collins anticipated. Dismissing him as if he were beneath notice, the Angel broke contact and gestured. A star-shaped portal tore through the fabric of space, shimmering with divine light.

Without a backward glance, the Angel stepped through and vanished.

To the Angel, Collins was nothing more than an insignificant insect. If he were to stop and crush every ant he encountered, his reputation might as well wither into something trivial and beneath his stature.

Collins remained silent, watching the void. He did not pursue; there was no utility in it. Charging blindly against a Twelve Winged Angel would not magically save the Acarnis Galaxy, nor would it halt the tides of the Divinora Galaxy’s invasion.

If the Angel chose to break off the engagement, he saw no reason to pursue the conflict.

Deep down, however, Collins understood the reality. Much of his restraint stemmed from his own relative weakness. Were he the superior being, he never would have allowed that golden-winged wretch to step through the portal so easily; he would have ended him without a second thought.

Drawing a quiet sigh, Collins pushed these thoughts aside, refusing to let them fester. His gaze turned to the lightning cocoon holding Irene, his expression softening as his focus returned to the only thing that truly mattered.