MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1022: Touch

The Angels ceased all restraint; instantly, their aura erupted like a colossal, planet-shattering warhead. As their collective presence intensified, the world Irene inhabited and its neighboring celestial bodies were obliterated, bursting like over-inflated spheres; the mere pressure of their energy reduced these worlds to cosmic dust and scattered fragments.

Nearby planets disintegrated as if they were fragile glass toys struck by an invisible, gargantuan mallet. Their crusts ruptured into endless streams of debris, leaving behind nothing but a drifting graveyard of rocky remnants suspended in the hollow vacuum of the galaxy.

Without a moment of hesitation, their Faith Energy bloomed throughout the void. Its golden brilliance bathed their forms in holiness, casting Irene as a wretched witch who dared to resist the sacred order and must now be purged.

The radiance of their divinity surged outward like newborn stars igniting across the firmament, transforming the surrounding gloom into a sea of liquid gold. Their wings unfurled with regal majesty, appearing as if divinity itself had taken physical form. To any distant spectator, this would have seemed like a council of living suns convening to pass judgment upon a lone, defiant sinner standing before their tribunal.

With their setup complete, both sides blurred forward in a flash. Irene transformed into a streak of pure blue light, while the Angels became golden projectiles, each side amplifying their speed and power through galactic energy. Space distorted around them, failing to withstand their immense velocity, which left rippling trails in reality as if the fabric of existence struggled to cope with the impending clash.

Irene delivered a punch carrying the weight of a dying world. The Angel facing her stood his ground, meeting her strike with unwavering resolve and the iron conviction of a warrior steeled by countless celestial wars. His expression remained tranquil, his golden eyes glowing with a faith that centered entirely on the strength granted by HIM.

For a fleeting heartbeat, the galaxy seemed to pause as their fists connected, time itself freezing to witness the impact. Then, a blinding white light erupted, washing over the vastness of space. As time resumed its flow, Mana and Faith Energy tore into one another, creating a cataclysmic collision that sent shockwaves rippling out like the death throes of a star.

Any nearby celestial bodies vanished in an instant, totally erased from existence. Entire stellar clusters flickered out like candles snuffed by a violent gale, their light extinguished as if they had never existed, leaving only a frigid void where glowing formations once adorned the cosmos.

Neither Irene nor the Angel recoiled; they remained locked together like two colossal beasts refusing to yield. While they held fast, the other nineteen Eleven-Winged Angels were not idle; they darted across the void with space-bending swiftness, their wings beating once to bridge the distance with lethal precision.

Irene’s body responded instantly, her speed and mental acuity peaking as she processed countless combat permutations in a fraction of a second. She skillfully parried the Angel’s fist, ignoring him to address the next incoming threat, her instincts guiding her with the polished efficiency of a veteran survivor of countless life-or-death struggles.

Her blue fist whistled toward an incoming blade; upon catching the weapon by its blunt edge, the divine metal shattered. The metallic shriek of the fractured blade resonated through the vacuum like the cry of a dying star, while the fragments spun listlessly into the dark.

Shock widened the Angel’s eyes, yet Irene did not relent. She seized a piece of the broken sword and thrust toward the Angel’s throat. However, a veteran’s reflexes are not easily overcome; the Angel snapped into action, his wings beating with peak speed, allowing him to dodge with a ceremonial grace.

Irene’s strike missed, cutting through open space. A second Angel appeared beside her, his heel descending toward her neck with apocalyptic fury. Irene reacted instantly, raising a forearm to block, her muscles knitting together as she braced for the collision.

The impact hit with the force of a titan, cosmic winds howling outward as the blow sent her spinning away like a dying star hurtling through the void. This violent collision warped the vacuum, sending ripples through reality like waves upon an invisible sea.

Although her hand was shattered by the block, Irene remained unmoved. As an Apexus Mana Ranker, standard physical injury meant little; unless her essence was targeted, she could simply ignore such damage, her regenerative abilities allowing her to function through injuries that would have claimed the lives of lesser beings several times over.

Recovering her composure, she twisted sharply in the air to shed her momentum, coming to a sudden halt. Before she could react further, a faint vibration warned her of danger; her head snapped upward with keen awareness.

A third Angel waited above, a beam of light screaming toward her with the intent to vaporize her entirely. Irene acted instantly, her mana bleeding out to form a protective blue barrier. As the beam slammed into it, the clash sounded like a thunderclap ripping through the silence of the night.

Irene realized she could not linger; her mana barrier was crumbling under the immense pressure. With a single thought, she bent space to her will and teleported. The moment she vanished, her barrier failed, and the beam tore straight through the empty coordinates where she had stood moments before.

Though Crimson Irene possessed no specific elemental affinity, she wielded teleportation through skill books acquired long ago. Her massive wealth and influence had ensured she possessed abilities that bypassed any need for elemental bias, replacing it with pure tactical ingenuity and versatility.

She did not simply flee to a random location; she reappeared beside an Angel who had been watching her block the beam. The Angel was caught off guard by her sudden displacement, leaving him no time to recover as Irene launched her assault.

Her hand blurred, green healing energy coating her fingertips. As she made contact with the Angel’s face, her energy bypassed his Faith Energy like a virus slipping through a security wall. A heartbeat later, the Angel’s head swelled and exploded like a ripe melon crushed under impossible pressure.

Flesh, gore, and golden blood splattered into the void, drifting slowly through the silent expanse as grizzly proof of her unparalleled lethality.

Within mere seconds, Crimson Irene had reduced their numbers from twenty to nineteen, moving with a velocity that defied the records of any warrior from past invasions, showcasing a level of danger that was truly terrifying even among such cosmic beings.

The golden corpse of the Angel lost its weight, drifting aimlessly through the galaxy like a discarded rock in the vastness of space, its wings finally stilled as the battle raged on around it.