MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 737: Detached Plane-2

Chapter 737: Detached Plane-2

Across the vast sky, Collins’ form brighten, his entire existence igniting like a celestial spark that had been waiting to blaze. Thunder clapped around him in deafening roars, and darkness burned away around him as his form blazed ever brighter, radiating an overwhelming divinity. Mana trembled around him, responding to his re presence, as he moved like an incarnate calamity, as though he was a literal living storm behemoth birthed from the heart of lightning itself.

The energy surrounding him intensified with each passing heartbeat, twisting the atmosphere into a trembling frenzy, and mana in the air beca choking, thick, and oppressive, like an unseen weight pressing into existence. His eyes, gleaming with cold indifference, shifted to another incoming horde of demons that sward below like insects. To him, they were no different than ants, insignificant and unworthy. The mont his gaze descended upon these weaklings, the heavens themselves responded to his silent will, obeying without him even needing to utter a command.

The skies above seed to shudder, as though they wished to punish these lesser beings for daring to move against one so magnificent and sovereign. From the clouds, from the radiant expanse of white and gold brilliance that echoed with incandescent, nearly blinding luminescence, lightning collapsed upon lightning, each streak rging into another, converging like falling stars. Each bolt moved at a speed that surpassed every conceivable form of mortal asurent, becoming sothing beyond numbers, beyond comprehension.

Then, suddenly, a colossal pressure descended upon everything below, heavy and divine in nature, as the lightning converged and shaped themselves into luminous stars of destruction. Above, the heavens were dazzling, radiant with countless stars ford entirely of lightning, each one blazing with sacred wrath. Collins stood above them all, an unapproachable sovereign figure, his expression apathetic, untouched by emotion, as though the very act of acknowledging the demon’s existence was beneath him. The demons’ blows, their roars, their hatred, none of it was worthy of even a fleeting reaction from him.

And with that single mont, existence itself rembered why he was nad the Lightning God.

The luminous stars of lightning fell from the heavens like a shattered galaxy finally releasing its chains, descending in a glorious rain of obliteration. With a cosmic flare, an otherworldly erasing force erupted outward, echoing in vast cataclysmic waves of concussive energy that rippled across the plane. The impact ford colossal dos of force, circles of devastation expanding outward, golden and white flashes blooming like divine flowers upon the battlefield, instantly erasing the darkness as though light itself had decided that shadow no longer had the right to exist.

Clouds of dust and smoke rose high into the sky in towering mushroom-like formations, reaching upward as though they were begging the dawn of existence to co and witness the end of this battle. Energies intertwined in chaotic harmonies, mana, chaotic energy, the intangible cosmic force of the stars themselves, all swirling together in a dance of annihilation.

The demon death count climbed into the millions, their screams swallowed before they could even echo, as their bodies were erased from reality. The earth below fractured and broke apart, turning into a vast ocean-like world of molten and churning mana, spreading outward like a sea determined to flood the entire detached plane.

The Supre Monarchs soared forward, their figures streaks of radiant light tearing through the sky. None of them bothered to look back at the destruction left in their wake. Their minds were set only on the entry portal point they had originally co from. That portal was the only exit here, the only way out of this plane. They could not escape through any other ans.

The Demon Monarchs present were fully aware of this, but they could not close the portal. The Seventh and Ninth Supre Monarchs had ford it together using their combined vast knowledge of magic and arcane arts. The Demon Monarchs had no ti to decipher such mastery. The only possible thod to keep the Supre Monarchs trapped was to prevent them from ever reaching the portal.

[Ti Magic: Future Acceleration]

At the First Supre Monarch’s voice, waves of mana bood from his core in crushing tides, distorting the very air around him. The air trembled. Space warped. The atmosphere shivered as though reality itself was bending. Ti particles shimred like dust motes of starlight, trembling as he bent them to his will. From him, an invisible do of temporal force expanded outward, encompassing every Supre Monarch. The mont they were engulfed, their speed spiked violently, their movents transcending normal physical laws. They no longer rely moved, they beca the embodint of movent itself.

Within re seconds, they reached their entry portal point. But now, a massive radiant do surrounded it like a protective celestial barrier. Around the do, demons littered the area, their auras rising like dark pillars to the sky as they roared, determined to halt the Supre Monarchs at all costs and delay them long enough for the Demon Monarchs to catch up.

But none of the demons could enter the do. Their bodies slamd uselessly against the radiant barrier that shimred like liquid starlight, repelling them with a divine force. The Seventh and Ninth Supre Monarchs had inscribed the do with essence recognition, binding it to only acknowledge the presence of the eight Supre Monarchs. aning aside from them, no one, not a single being, could cross that barrier. Literally no one.

The Seventh Supre Monarch wasted no ti. The mont she laid eyes on the demons amassing near the do, her hands moved with deadly grace as she invoked her arcane might.

[Arcane Arts: Poison Style: Mist of Dread]

Mana exploded from her core in a violent, maddened surge, intricate arcane symbols blooming across her body like flowing constellations as her figure shot forward like a cot. Within monts, her art was birthed.

From all directions, above, below, from the very air, from the cracks in the earth, from unseen folds in existence, a black abyssal mist surged forth, devouring everything. It spiraled in tendrils of death, a creeping tide that erased anything tainted by chaotic energy, dissolving it into nothingness.

“STOP THEM, YOU USELESS FOOLS!”

The Demon Monarchs chasing from behind roared in rage, their voices shaking like a tidal wave of madness as they watched the Supre Monarchs slip beyond their reach. Deep down, they knew it was futile. They knew their legion could not stop the Supre Monarchs. But in that mont of fury, logic no longer mattered.

The demons writhed, their bodies lting under the spiritual toxin, their forms degrading into nothing more than drifting dust that the wind scattered across the smoking battlefield.

In perfect synchronicity, the Supre Monarchs reached the portal. Without hesitation, without a single glance backward, they crossed the radiant do and plunged headfirst into the swirling expanse of the portal, vanishing into its light in a single motion.

The pursuing Demon Monarchs did not relent. They crashed violently into the radiant do, only to be thrown back with even greater force. Each one twisted in midair, their chaotic energy erupting from their cores in a frenzy, their auras rising like black pillars to the sky. In unison, columns of pure destructive power tore into the shining do, trying desperately to shatter it.

But it was futile.

The portal sealed itself shut with a sound like a closing world, and only after it vanished completely did the protective do finally fizzle out of existence.

In another distant, separate dinsion, far beyond the reaches of chaos, the Supre Monarchs erged from the sky, plumting toward the ground the mont their feet touched their true destination.

Within this sanctified dinsion, a woman stood in silence, her expression grave, her aura vast. She had been waiting. Her robe fluttered gently from the shockwave of their arrival.

She was the Saintess Of The World.

She did not address anyone. Instead, mana surged from her as though she were its very origin. Then, a soft green energy blossod from her form, radiant and pure, capable of healing and accepting all. It expanded outward in a soothing do, enveloping every wounded Supre Monarch as she began a general healing session before she would comnce any specific restoration.