MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1139: Time Immemorial

With that, Anthony chose to speak. "Regrettably, she is currently in seclusion, leaving me without company at the moment," he responded to Vivian’s inquiry, his demeanor calm and unhurried.

Upon hearing his words, Donna and the others instinctively broadened their senses, attempting to pinpoint Vega’s location within the Divine Realm. However, their search yielded nothing but an unnerving void where her presence should have been. Before anyone could voice their thoughts, Anthony spoke again.

"She is not undergoing training here; she is visiting her parents' residence," he clarified, shaking his head with a composed expression.

A collective nod rippled through the group, and they decided to let the matter rest. Since Vega was absent, they refrained from bringing her up again unless Anthony initiated the conversation.

"As you haven't been in seclusion yourself, what have you occupied yourself with while Vega is away?" Donna inquired, her gaze keenly fixed on Anthony.

"Nothing significant, really," Anthony replied with a casual shrug. "Though I have just returned from a brief tour, having visited Bryan, Tiara, and the Storm Brothers," he added, his tone light.

Arnold and the others didn't need a moment's thought to recall who these individuals were; after all, they had all been classmates, companions from a different chapter of their lives.

"Blast, I'd completely forgotten about those guys," Ross exclaimed, a flicker of surprise crossing his features as the memory resurfaced.

"Well, I'm quite sure they've forgotten about you too. We aren't exactly the most memorable figures, are we?" Litt commented with an unaffected expression, his voice flat yet truthful.

Anthony then proceeded to recount his recent experiences with Bryan, Tiara, and the Storm Brothers, detailing their interactions, conversations, and the subtle shifts he had observed in them over time. His subordinates listened intently, completely absorbed in every word he uttered.

After a period of pleasantries and catching up, Anthony shifted the subject. "Anyway, that's enough about that. Moving on to the reason I summoned you all," he announced, his casual tone now carrying an almost imperceptible, yet significant, shift.

The smiles on his subordinates’ faces promptly vanished. For them, the time for lighthearted banter had concluded; it was now time for serious matters, and their expressions instantly sharpened with focus.

"Are you aware of the Angels, the Divinora Galaxy, and the impending Galactic War?" Anthony inquired, his gaze sweeping over each of them.

"I am," Spectre confirmed calmly, his knowledge up-to-date and his expression unchanged.

"I'm not entirely sure, but I have encountered and battled a few Angels. At the time, I simply regarded them as another species inhabiting the Galaxy," Arnold stated evenly, his voice steady.

Evidently, some were informed, while others were not, a natural consequence of their individual pursuits and the autonomy they enjoyed.

"Then I shall provide an explanation for those who are unaware," Anthony said, a slight sigh escaping him as he prepared to elaborate.

Anthony then detailed the impending conflict, discussing the Demon King and his hundred most formidable Demon Monarchs, followed by the God of the Divinora Galaxy and his twelve Twelve-Winged Angels. He even touched upon the existence of the Thirteen-Winged Angels and the potential for Fourteen-Winged beings.

While a typical individual might have been stunned by such revelations, these cultivators, instead, felt a surge of excitement. Their heartbeats quickened, their battle intent ignited, and a dangerous glint appeared in their eyes. To them, this Galactic Conquest represented an opportunity to accumulate power and experience on a colossal scale, a stage where billions clashed, a spectacle they eagerly anticipated.

Their minds immediately set aside thoughts of facing lesser opponents, focusing instead on the top twenty Demon Monarchs serving the Demon King and the formidable Thirteen-Winged Angels. Even the existence of the elusive Fourteen-Winged beings, though uncertain, filled them with thrilling anticipation.

"I urge you to exercise caution," Anthony advised, his tone adopting a more serious edge. "These are beings who have existed for eons. Their true age and the depths of their capabilities are unknown. Such entities might be able to match you in every conceivable aspect. Steel yourselves for the challenge ahead," he warned.

Heeding Anthony's counsel, they nodded. Despite their considerable strength, they did not presume invincibility. Furthermore, Anthony's solemn warning underscored the very real possibility of True Death, a sobering thought that sharpened their resolve.

"While I typically advocate for gaining battle experience through personal combat, I strongly suggest you acquire some from the system shop this time. Although you might contend with individuals who are millennia old, your upcoming adversaries have amassed eons of combat knowledge. To rival their sheer experience would be pure fantasy at this point," Anthony elaborately explained without faltering.

Upon hearing Anthony's counsel, they readily concurred. Beings with billions of years of combat experience were practically primordial, having fought since the dawn of time itself. Competing with such entities was an impossibility in their current state.

"Finally, I'll be introducing you to some of my close associates," Anthony continued, his speech flowing seamlessly.

Anthony needed no further elaboration; they were already acquainted with Aaaninja and Lucian. However, Aura Nova remained an unknown entity, a name absent from their previous interactions.

"You'll be fighting alongside us in the upcoming clash. I needn't stress that they are just as extraordinarily powerful as each of you here. Therefore, strive to keep pace with them if you wish to avoid being left behind," Anthony declared, a subtle challenge woven into his tone.

A collective smile blossomed on their faces. They were genuinely eager to meet these individuals who commanded Anthony's respect and friendship, especially since he had spoken so highly of them before. Some were already contemplating duels to gauge the true extent of their own capabilities against such formidable peers.

"When do you plan on arranging this introduction?" Spectre inquired, his voice gentle yet filled with curiosity.

"Within the week. They should be emerging from their seclusion shortly," Anthony responded. Since Aaaninja had already attained the Apexus Mana Rank, he would be the first to conclude his seclusion. Aura Nova, on the other hand, might take the longest due to the extensive refinement and training she needed to undertake.

At his words, everyone offered a silent nod, mentally steeling themselves for the encounters ahead.

"Very well, that concludes our discussion for now. If you lack sufficient points for the battle experience ability, you have a few days to accumulate them. Ensure all your preparations are made within this timeframe," Anthony stated, rising to his feet. His purpose for this meeting had been fully achieved.

"I'll see you all in a few days." With that, he dissipated from the Divine Realm as if he had never been present, leaving no trace of his existence.

His subordinates remained in contemplative silence, their minds abuzz. Soon, wide grins spread across their faces, the exhilaration of confronting beings who had existed for billions of years coursing through them like an untamed torrent. They exchanged brief glances, a silent understanding passing between them. Then, one by one, they vanished. Though they had merely a few days for preparations, it mattered little. Given their combat prowess and efficiency, even this short period was ample time to ready themselves for what lay ahead.