MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 870: Undivided Attention

Chapter 870: Undivided Attention

Mitchelle floated calmly before Azarion StarWeaver, her posture relaxed, her presence serene despite the devastation surrounding them. Before her, the eleven-winged Angel erged from the lingering haze of destruction without a single visible injury. Its radiant form glead with divine perfection, having blocked Mitchelle’s previous attack with quiet, almost dismissive ease.

"Leave," Mitchelle said flatly, not bothering to turn toward Azarion StarWeaver. "I can’t fight at full power while also trying to protect you."

Azarion’s eyes narrowed instantly. He had never been spoken to in such a manner before, never ordered away, and certainly not by a woman standing alone against an eleven-winged Angel. His pride flared instinctively, his wisdom screaming defiance.

Yet despite his arrogance, despite his imnse power, he knew the truth.

Mitchelle was right.

Though he was strong, one of the most powerful beings present, he would not be able to battle this particular Angel on equal footing. Not without becoming a liability.

His gaze shifted reluctantly toward Zachary and Riven, Aaaninja’s and Lucian’s fathers. The two n were locked in combat with eleven-winged Angels of their own, holding their ground without being pushed back, without assistance, without even the hint of desperation. Their movents were controlled, lethal, and maddening.

Azarion clenched his jaw.

He bit his lip in frustration, the bitter taste of powerlessness gnawing at him. After a mont, he clicked his tongue sharply in annoyance.

"Fine," he said curtly. "See you later, then."

Mitchelle neither spoke nor turned to look at him. There was nothing to say.

Seeing her silence, Azarion released a heavy sigh. In the next instant, he vanished from his position, dissolving into the void. His figure reappeared millions of kiloters away, far from the imdiate battlefield. Anger burned fiercely in his eyes as they locked onto a cluster of ten-winged Angels.

And with that, the Sage of the Stars began his massacre.

If he couldn’t defeat an eleven-winged Angel, then he would wipe out every ten-winged Angel and every being on that level. He would drown his frustration in blood and starlight.

Mitchelle watched briefly as the perverted old man finally departed. Then she turned her full attention forward.

"Sorry for not giving you my full, undivided attention earlier," she said calmly. "You have it now."

Her tone was not cold. It was not sharp. It simply was.

From her chest, a small light burst forth, an orb of pure gentle radiance that hovered before her. It brightened steadily, its form shifting as it transford into a floating book composed of shimring energy and ancient runes. A few pages fluttered gently, as though alive.

This was Mitchelle’s Aetheris Codex.

The eleven-winged Angel did not hesitate. It did not speak. It did not wait.

It acted.

[Divine Magic: Majestic Bolts]

As the command resonated, faith energy erupted violently from the Angel’s body, thundering upward into the vast cosmic sky. The heavens churned in response, twisting and warping as they gathered an overwhelming amount of power. Golden energies collided high above, forming crackling streaks of divine lightning. Each bolt rged with another, as though the heavens themselves had grown furious.

And with a single thought from the eleven-winged Angel, the golden lightning descended.

Madness incarnate.

Thousands of colossal golden lightning bolts tore through the void, crashing downward with untad speed and apocalyptic force, all aid directly at Mitchelle.

Her head snapped upward as she watched the sky rain destruction upon her. Her eyes narrowed slightly.

With a thought, her Aetheris Codex responded.

Its pages flipped rapidly, one after another, before abruptly stopping.

[Barrier Magic: Baston Do]

From the Codex, mana erupted violently, pouring into the void with overwhelming force. Mana bent, twisted, and crystallized into form as a colossal, nine-layered do manifested around Mitchelle. Each layer shimred with imnse durability, stacked upon the other like overlapping realities.

The instant the Baston Do fully ford, the golden lightning struck.

The do trembled violently.

The first layer shattered instantly, tearing apart like fragile parchnt. The second layer t the lightning next, and after barely offering resistance, it exploded into shards of energy. One by one, the layers were destroyed in rapid succession, each collapse echoing through the void.

By the ti the assault ended, only the ninth and final layer remained. But no further lightning fell. The spell had blocked them all.

Mitchelle did not waste a single mont.

Her Aetheris Codex flipped violently once more.

[Fire Magic: Evaporating Ray]

The temperature around her skyrocketed instantly. Space itself began to convulse, trembling under the sheer intensity as though threatening to collapse entirely. Heat converged around her in twisting vortexes of searing energy.

Then blinding orange columns erupted outward.

The Evaporating Rays tore through the void with horrifying speed, vaporizing everything in their path. Space warped and scread as the rays annihilated matter itself.

The Angel’s senses scread with imminent death.

Without hesitation, it flapped its wide white wings and shot into the cosmic sky, becoming a golden blur. But the Evaporating Rays did not stop. They twisted midair, curving and adjusting like living entities, homing relentlessly toward their target.

The Angel twisted and dodged repeatedly, claiming the open sky as its domain. So of the rays collided with one another, detonating into massive explosions that tore open the void. Yet the Angel continued to evade, narrowly escaping each blast.

Its head snapped back toward Mitchelle’ position, but she wasn’t there, she was gone.

But its sharp ears caught a sound.

Its golden eyes tore upward, there she was.

Mitchelle hovered above, her Codex open, power radiating outward from her and her grimoire.

[Space Magic: Spatial Degradation]

At her command, space itself twisted violently. A shadowed spatial shell ford around the Angel, sealing it within a warped dinsion. Inside the enclosure, space collapsed inward, degrading rapidly with apocalyptic force, as though chaotic corruption was eating away at the laws of existence themselves.

[Divine Magic: Dinsional Nullification]

From within the sealed space, the Angel’s voice rang out.

Faith energy erupted violently, filling the enclosed dinsion with blinding brilliance. The spatial shell shattered apart into fragnts as the Angel forcefully nullified the Spatial Degradation spell.

But it did not escape unscathed.

Its left arm had twisted unnaturally, corroded and degraded as though ravaged by spatial decay. The golden halo above its head flickered dimly, its radiance weakened.

Mitchelle had dealt significant damage and she had caught it off guard with it.