MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 861: Nothing Is Faster Than Time

“When?” The Angel’s divine consciousness was flooded with shock. It had failed to detect Aaaninja’s approach toward its head, yet an overwhelming sensation of impending catastrophe now weighed upon it.

“You are an Angel specializing in strength, aren't you? I am curious to see if you can endure this,” Aaaninja’s voice rang out once more, sounding flat and entirely detached. Standing atop the Angel’s holy halo, he suddenly lifted his right leg and drove it down with the crushing weight of an entire planet. The resulting impact tore through the Angel’s right shoulder.

An unfathomable surge of power ripped through the Angel’s decorative breastplate. Its knees buckled under the strain, sending the celestial being crashing toward the moon below. Clenching its teeth, the Angel refused to accept that such an anomalous creature could defile its sacred form. With a single thought, a violent geyser of faith energy erupted from its body, surging into the cosmos as if to set the entire galaxy ablaze.

Aaaninja’s figure flickered and reappeared a short distance away on the lunar surface, seemingly unaffected by the Angel’s divine explosion.

“Lower being, how dare you defile my halo with your feet?” the Angel hissed. Its voice was cold and saturated with a killing intent so thick it seemed to soak the fabric of space itself. This murderous aura was so intense that the moon beneath them cracked and disintegrated, sending shards of stone and dust flying into the void.

The tide of killing intent washed over Aaaninja, but he remained unmoved. To him, the pressure was as trivial as a soft breeze passing through the emptiness of space.

The Angel hoisted its double-edged axe toward the stars, pouring a massive amount of faith energy into the steel. The weapon shimmered, transitioning from a spectral glow to a brilliant gold as its mass and size grew by the second. With a thunderous cry, the Angel swung the massive weapon at Aaaninja, the air vibrating violently under the force of the strike.

As the blow neared, Aaaninja calmly raised his hand and snapped his fingers. His voice was precise as he spoke: “Temporal Erasure.”

Time frozen around the giant axe instantly, halting its momentum in mid-air. A moment later, the entire attack vanished from existence. It didn't shatter or dissolve into sparks of energy; it was simply deleted, as if it had never been launched in the first place.

The Angel stood paralyzed, its eyes wide with shock. It had sacrificed a staggering amount of faith energy for that strike, yet it had achieved nothing—not even a spark of an explosion.

“You... just what are you?” the Angel demanded, its eyes narrowing with a mixture of fury and suspicion.

“Time will tell,” Aaaninja answered casually, his aura remaining perfectly still. Suddenly, the speed-type Angel blurred back into view, appearing beside its strength-type counterpart.

“It looks like your comrade has returned,” Aaaninja noted indifferently. “Now this is a two-on-one battle. I hope this won't be a disappointment. If it is, I might have to personally execute your useless God when we eventually meet.” His tone was bored, stating the threat as if it were a simple, mundane fact.

Infuriated by the insult directed at their deity, the battle intent of both Angels caught fire. Divine rage boiled in their veins, manifesting as blinding, raw power. They lunged forward like arrows shot from a divine bow. The speed-type Angel led the charge, closing the gap with Aaaninja at terrifying speeds, while the strength-type Angel followed, axe poised to strike.

They attacked from both sides simultaneously: an axe falling from the left and a sabre slashing from the right, both glowing with intense faith energy. A brief, faint smile touched Aaaninja’s lips before vanishing. Reaching for the blade at his hip, he moved in a blur, parrying both strikes with ease. The collision of Mana and faith energy caused a massive explosion that rocked the void and shook the foundations of the cosmos.

The three combatants vanished from sight in an instant, becoming one silver streak and two golden flashes. The ringing of clashing metal echoed through the void like a funeral bell for dying worlds.

Despite their relentless assault, the two Angels were unable to gain the upper hand against the man fighting with such effortless grace. The speed-type Angel unleashed a sabre technique, sending crescent-shaped golden beams through the void, filling the sky with chaotic light. The strikes were heavy and persistent. Aaaninja countered without flinching, replicating the technique perfectly using only Mana.

The confrontation erupted into a storm of cosmic proportions. Stars fell, moons broke apart, and planets were ground to dust as entire solar systems were consumed by the destruction. A searing heat filled the galaxy, and a thick cosmic haze clouded the battlefield.

Through the carnage, Aaaninja remained unscathed. In contrast, the two Angels were bloodied and bruised, their divine bodies battered by Aaaninja’s sword and fists. Only their natural healing abilities and their devotion to their God kept them from collapsing.

Faith energy flared across the wings of the speed-type Angel. It pushed itself beyond the speed of thought and light, thrusting its sabre toward Aaaninja’s heart with a velocity it had never reached before. The sheer pressure of the fight pushed the creature to its absolute limit.

Aaaninja shifted his weight, his feet moving with the precision of a predator. He stepped aside at the final millisecond, his voice whispering in the Angel’s ear: “Nothing is faster than Time.”

In the next breath, his sword moved in silver arcs, carving through the Angel’s wings. Feathers and divine blood sprayed into space as the wings were shredded in a single, horrific move.

From the flank, the strength-type Angel threw its axe with desperate power. Aaaninja tilted his head, letting the weapon sail past him. However, the strength-type Angel teleported instantly, appearing in front of its own flying axe. With a force capable of toppling the heavens, it swung downward, releasing a wild torrent of faith energy.

Aaaninja shook his head, sounding slightly amused. “Even space must bow before Time.” He triggered “Temporal Swap,” instantly switching places with the injured speed-type Angel.

The axe slammed into the speed-type Angel with devastating force, creating a massive dome of energy that erupted into the firmament. The explosion grew rapidly, with powerful winds whipping across its surface and a blinding heat that vaporized everything it touched. The galaxy trembled under the weight of the cataclysm as a wave of ruin swept through the stars.

Aaaninja stood at the center of the chaos, yet he remained outside the flow of Time. He watched the destruction calmly, his body untouched by the surrounding annihilation. Eventually, the explosion faded and the haze lifted, revealing the scarred remains of space. Only the eternal, flowing void remained in the wake of the battle.

The strength-type Angel appeared, gasping for air as its chest heaved. Its golden eyes searched for its enemy’s remains, only to freeze in horror. The realization hit with brutal clarity: it had accidentally killed its own brother.

It looked toward Aaaninja, who stood with an air of inhuman tranquility. “You are truly evil,” the Angel whispered, its voice cracking with grief. Having used every drop of its divine power in that last strike, it could no longer fight.

“It was simply his Time, nothing more,” Aaaninja replied coldly. With a flash of his blade, the Angel’s head was severed. It rolled across the surface of the sun-drenched star where they stood, the body falling with a quiet thud.