MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 879 - Capítulo 879: Insufficient tactics

Previously on MIGHT AS WELL BE OP...
In the sacred realm of the Haven, the twelve highest-ranking Twelve-Winged Angels convene to address a catastrophic failure in the Divinora Galaxy's campaign against the Arcanis Galaxy. Despite their plan to annihilate the region by detonating a Tear in Reality, the Twelfth Halo reveals that their entire expeditionary force has been slaughtered. Internal tensions flare among the divine leaders as they deduce that a powerful reality-warper must be protecting their enemies. Faced with the loss of millions of soldiers, the council demands to know what intelligence was gained from the sacrifice of their brethren before deciding their next move.
The Twelfth Halo let out a soft breath, the weight of her upcoming words hanging in the air before she finally spoke. “Prior to sending each Angel and the operatives of various races into the Acarnis Galaxy, I placed a unique enchantment upon them. This magic functioned as a real-time record of every sight and experience they encountered. While the Acarnis Galaxy is indeed a formidable opponent,” she paused for a moment, letting the tension build, “it does not exceed our ability to manage.” With a sharp snap of her fingers, the atmosphere surged with violent golden faith energy, bowing to her magnificent command. A massive, glowing screen instantly manifested in the center of the table, suspended above the clouds. “These are the primary figures I have identified within the Acarnis Galaxy,” she stated with a steady voice. “Though there are many others, these individuals represent the absolute peak of power I observed. Each person shown here has either defeated Eleven-Winged Angels with minimal effort or accomplished the task entirely alone. While most residents of the Acarnis Galaxy require a collective effort to bring down an Eleven-Winged Angel, these few are remarkable exceptions.” The display flickered into life, showing Zachary and Nyxss, Aaaninja’s parents, followed by Lucian’s parents, Riven and Vespera. Next came the Overseer, who wore a manic and unsettling grin. One by one, the faces of Aura Nova, Aaaninja, Lucian, Kingsley, Vega, Anthony, Mitchelle, Collins, Michael, and other prominent warriors flashed across the screen. To conserve time, the Twelfth Halo accelerated the battle recordings. Every clip highlighted the raw talent, tactical brilliance, and sheer ferocity of these fighters. The Twelve-Winged Angels watched in silence for several minutes, each piece of footage leaving a deep, undeniable impression upon them. Without hesitation, the Twelfth Halo continued her briefing. “I have categorized them into two groups: those with the potential to rival a Twelve-Winged Angel, and those who fall short.” Another snap of her fingers caused the names to divide into two separate lists. Anthony, Aaaninja, Lucian, Aura Nova, Kingsley, Vega, Collins, Mitchelle, and Michael were placed on the first list, identified as beings who could challenge the mightiest of Twelve-Winged Angels. The second list included Zachary, Riven, Vespera, Nyxss, and several others; though they were deadly enough to slay Eleven-Winged Angels single-handedly, they remained below the threshold of a true Twelve-Winged power. The Second Halo narrowed his eyes as he studied Anthony’s portrait. “That handsome one with the white hair and blue eyes… is he some kind of Demon? How can he possibly stand among them? And what is that bizarre technique he uses… the one that decapitates his enemies?” he asked, his divine voice filled with disbelief. “That should be the least of your concerns,” the First Halo finally spoke up, his calm tone carrying significant weight. “It is likely he hides far more power than what is being shown. Remember, he was capable of forcibly transmuting faith energy into a different form.” His observation caused several Angels to stiffen, their eyes narrowing as they processed the implications of such a feat. A silent consensus was reached by the assembly within moments: the white-haired man was no demon. Instead, he possessed a terrifying energy conversion skill that could manipulate and change their very Faith energy. The screen transitioned to Kingsley, whose execution methods were savage and almost ghoulish, yet performed with a chilling lack of emotion. The Angels attempted to analyze his techniques, but found nothing to dissect. Kingsley relied purely on his physical strength and martial expertise; he was a living weapon. Their attention shifted to Aaaninja, who was seen gliding through the very fabric of time. “He will also be extremely dangerous,” the Fourth Halo remarked seriously. “He eliminated an Eleven-Winged Angel with ease, and we have only glimpsed one or two of his Time manipulation skills.” Nods of agreement moved around the table. When Lucian’s footage played, his masterful swordsmanship seemed to be the only thing to analyze at first. However, the Angels were not easily fooled; they sensed a latent, underlying power that Lucian hadn't even tried to hide. 'Furthermore… that Nothingness Katana technique…' The First Halo’s mind fixated on the mysterious sword style. He tried to see through its secrets to grasp its full potential, but nothing was revealed. 'This black-haired youth might be the most lethal among them,' he mused silently. Only time would reveal the truth of that thought. As the conference proceeded, the Angels carefully analyzed the abilities of every opponent. When they reached Aura Nova, they were unsure how to react. She fought while wearing flip-flops—a disrespectful and bizarre choice—yet she had defeated two Angels at once with total ease. It would be suicidal to underestimate her. They assessed her as an eccentric but incredibly dangerous human. Despite their high status, these Twelve-Winged Angels were not fools. Though feared and worshipped across the Divinora Galaxy, they understood the gravity of this conflict. This was no simple skirmish; it was a total war between galaxies. Their strategy was methodical: observe, comprehend, and adapt. They intended to use every bit of data to guarantee their triumph, as overconfidence was a luxury they wouldn't permit themselves. Information was shared freely among them. Because every battlefield was fluid, any Angel could encounter any opponent upon entering the Acarnis Galaxy. They would collect intelligence, process it, and refine their tactics instantly. Their goal was total conquest, and any resistance would be demolished. What they failed to grasp, however, was that much of their painstakingly gathered data might be worthless. Anthony, Lucian, Aaaninja, Aura Nova, and Kingsley were not foes whose power could be measured through simple observation. They were anomalies—entities that existed outside the natural order. A single galaxy was never meant to produce even one such person, let alone a group of them. Their very existence broke conventional boundaries, making traditional tactics insufficient. Even as the Twelve-Winged Angels calculated and planned, they were preparing to face forces that were fundamentally equal to their own, a harsh reality that would only become clear once the war truly commenced.