MIGHT AS WELL BE OP - Chapter 852
852: Instant Stillness 852: Instant Stillness Vega tore forward with blinding, almost celestial speed.
Whenever she moved, heads drifted into the cosmic sky with gentle ease, as though lifted by an invisible hand.
A fountain of blood splattered behind her, arcing upward in a crimson spray that painted the void.
Yet she spared not a single glance at the carnage.
Her focus never wavered; the blade in her hand carved through the air with dazzling momentum and ruthless precision.
To Vega, this moment was… perfection.
She loved monumental and big events, and now, one was unfolding directly before her eyes.
And it wasn’t just any monumental event, it was a galactic level upheaval.
Truthfully, when she followed Anthony to the Galaxy wide meeting, she assumed it would be nothing more than endless discussions, the same tedious political exchanges as always.
Her only real excitement had been the chance to finally meet Aaaninja and Lucian, the two individuals Anthony had praised so often.
She had never expected this, a cosmic battlefield erupting into chaos.
The cosmic air screamed as her sword thrusted forward.
A towering warrior from the Divinora Galaxy raised a shimmering shield in panic, but the effort was futile.
Vega’s blade pierced through it as though it were no more substantial than thin paper.
The shield exploded into fragments, metallic shards scattering across the empty expanse.
Her thrust did not stop; it continued unbroken, sinking deep into the skull of the creature standing before her.
A wet tearing sound followed, brutal, final.
Before the corpse even fell, attacks surged toward her from every conceivable angle.
Her enemies left no room for breath or pause, but Vega remained utterly unbothered.
She simply teleported, vanishing from existence as the attacks collided into one another with explosive force.
Her enemies blinked in confusion.
Before they could recover, the cold sensation of metal sliding across their throats greeted them, and darkness consumed their senses forever.
Vega dove to the side with blistering speed.
The very space she had been standing on shattered like fragile glass, splintering outward in fractured distortions.
She did not spare it a single glance.
In less than a blink, she had closed the distance between herself and her next group of opponents.
She became a streak of purple radiance.
Her hand blurred into a storm of slashes, each cut sharp enough to separate flesh from bone with effortless grace.
She shredded, she cleaved, she tore, she thrust, her sword transforming into the reaper’s scythe with every vicious movement.
And still, the enemies pressed forward.
Despite watching their comrades fall in droves, they charged with an almost religious fervor, fanatical to the last breath.
In the midst of her rampage, a colossal fist surged toward her from the side.
A titan-sized enemy loomed, its massive arm barreling forward with earth-shattering power.
Vega’s sword blurred instantly, rising to meet the attack.
When fist met blade, the impact shattered sound itself, a thunderous roar blasting outward.
Yet neither Vega nor the titanic enemy took even a single step back.
Faith energy blazed around the massive warrior, its burning eyes filled with disdain.
But Vega cared for none of it.
Before the titanic enemy could move again, she acted.
Mana erupted from the core of her being with drowning, overwhelming force.
Time shuddered, trembled, and then halted at her command.
In the next infinitesimal fragment of a moment, Vega vanished.
A spiraling purple streak of destruction carved through a three kilometer radius around her.
And then, time snapped back into place.
The effect was instantaneous.
A storm of blood and shredded flesh detonated outward, painting the void in a horrific yet majestic display.
Bodies disintegrated into chunks as though reduced by the Galaxy itself.
Vega already knew the number of enemies from the Divinora Galaxy exceeded the forces from her own home Galaxy.
But it made no difference to her.
If her blade could not end an adversary, she would simply use an ability to do so.
Simple.
Efficient.
Uncomplicated.
Besides, this battle was the perfect opportunity to test her Planetary level prowess.
She had not yet evolved into a true Planetary level being, but she could still hold her own against the weaker ones, like the ones currently standing before her.
The cosmic wind tore apart with a deafening scream.
Vega’s purple eyes shifted toward the disturbance.
An asteroid, massive and hurtling with tremendous force, barreled toward her with murderous intent.
Vega didn’t blink, she simply clenched her fist and threw a casual sideways punch with insulting ease.
The resulting impact was ear-splitting.
The asteroid shattered instantly into countless fragments, each piece exploding outward like a burst of stardust.
Before the fragments could drift away into the cosmic void, Vega raised her hand.
Instant stillness.
The fragments froze mid-moment, suspended by her will alone.
With a small gesture, the suspended pieces began to twist, reshape, and sharpen, transforming into spinning drills, their numbers growing rapidly.
With one final flick of her wrist, they launched forward like homing missiles, each locking onto an enemy.
Some adversaries dodged.
Others blocked.
Some shattered the drills entirely.
Vega did not care.
The moment they shifted their focus away from her, they had already lost.
One blink, and she was gone.
Crackling white lightning surged around her blade like a rampaging beast.
She lowered her body into a stance, coiling power in her limbs.
Then, in a single sweeping motion, she executed a full three hundred and sixty degree ring slash.
The strike erupted outward in a cataclysmic crescendo.
The cosmic void itself seemed to warp as the attack expanded, swallowing stars and enemies alike.
Hundreds were reduced to nothingness, their forms erased from existence in an instant.
Lightning continued to crackle violently around her.
The smell of charred flesh filled the cosmic air until it became almost tangible, drifting in slow, macabre waves.
Burnt remains floated through the galaxy’s expanse like blackened petals.
But the dead did not matter to Vega.
Only the living did.
She stood at the center of her self-made apocalypse, surrounded by beings of races she neither recognized nor cared to understand.
Though she was encircled, not a flicker of fear or hesitation crossed her expression.
She welcomed the chaos.
She welcomed the bloodshed.
She welcomed everything.
Mana surged from her core like a dam bursting.
The release tore upward into the cosmic sky with unrestrained ferocity.
Instantly, her enemies reacted.
Faith energy roared from their bodies as they prepared counters to her incoming attack.
But before they could blink, before they could even think, their bodies froze.
Space around them constricted, tightened, and locked into place as Vega seized control with absolute dominance.
Panic rippled through the crowd.
They tried to resist, but found themselves dragged forward, pulled toward Vega by an invisible force, their bodies no longer their own.
They did not need to be told whose doing it was.
They knew.
Vega’s mastery of space in that moment was absolute.
As they hurtled toward her, her sword blurred into a phantom streak, moving beyond the limits of their perception.
In a single instant, hundreds of heads lifted into the sky, rising slowly, gracefully, like a new sun cresting the horizon.
Blood rained in thick crimson droplets, falling like a grotesque downpour.
Vega did not move.
She did not flinch.
Yet not a single drop dared to touch her.
She remained untouched, unstained, and utterly sovereign, the calm center of a Galaxy drowning in her wrath.