MIGHT AS WELL BE OP - Chapter 785

Chapter 785: White-winged Freaks

Within the galaxy, in a separate plane detached from the layers of reality itself, in a vast chamber, various beings gathered. They were entities from countless races, Voidwalkers, Celestials, Ignivores, Cryonids, and many others, each one exuding an aura of ancient power and authority. The atmosphere was tense, for this was no ordinary meeting. They were assembled to discuss a matter that could shape the fate of countless worlds.

The invasion of another galaxy.

“So, it’s confirmed then?” one of the Voidwalkers asked, his deep voice carrying through the chamber like a slow echo. “These white-winged freaks are truly from another galaxy, huh?” His tone was sharp, yet his lips curled into a smile, one that revealed his anticipation rather than concern. Unlike the others, who wore various calm expressions, the Voidwalker looked eager. He craved the chaos, the bloodshed, the destruction, the intoxicating madness that only war could bring.

“What else have we discovered?” asked a member of the Celestial race, her silver eyes gleaming like starlight.

An Ignivore, his body wreathed in flickering crimson flames, leaned forward. “They worship a being they call HIM,” he began. “We don’t yet know this entity’s true name, but he exists as their God. Their entire civilization bends knee to him, offering their faith as energy. In their galaxy, Faith itself is the source of power.” He gestured, and an ethereal image materialized in the air, an Angel bound in chains, his wings dimmed, his divine radiance suppressed. “That information,” the Ignivore continued, “was extracted from one of the winged captives I managed to seize.”

Murmurs spread among the gathered races. The sight of the chained Angel, a being of such purity and grace now reduced to nothing, was both fascinating and unsettling.

“Their minds are protected,” the Ignivore went on, “but not well enough. The safeguards placed upon them were weak, likely because they hold only low-level, basic information. They call themselves Angels, and they rule their galaxy, Divinora, serving only HIM.”

“Are they the only race within this Divinora Galaxy?” a Voidwalker asked skeptically. “An entire galaxy ruled by a single race sounds absurd.”

“They’re not alone,” came the cold, rattling voice of a member of the Bone race. His skeletal frame pulsed faintly with dark runes as he spoke. “The Angels act as emissaries to HIM. They serve as divine messengers, spreading his word to other races that worship him.”

“So,” a Celestial said with a faint smirk, “we have an arrogant fool playing God in another galaxy, someone who has entire civilizations singing praises to him daily, with statues erected on every world. If this isn’t the pinnacle of narcissism, I wonder what is.”

“Indeed,” another Celestial added with a dry chuckle. “I wouldn’t be surprised if this so-called God looks into the mirror each morning and admires himself. Perhaps he even names his children after his own divine title.”

Their laughter was faint and bitter, echoing through the space. Yet beneath the mockery was tension, each of them knew that anyone powerful enough to conquer an entire galaxy was not to be taken lightly.

“Did any of you uncover their purpose?” asked a Luminari, her body radiant like a living star. Her tone was calm but edged with curiosity. “Why have they crossed into our galaxy?”

A member of the Bone race stepped forward. “They have two primary goals,” he replied. “The first is the eradication of the Demon race. In their own galaxy, a race similar to the Demons exists, but they are called the Devil race. They wield miasma rather than chaos energy. The second goal…” He paused briefly, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. “The second is to convert all of us, every race within this galaxy, into followers of their God.”

For a moment, silence blanketed the chamber. No one spoke, no one moved. The idea that an alien faith sought to consume their world was both insulting and infuriating.

Then, breaking the silence, a Voidwalker suddenly burst into laughter. “Hahaha! Forgive me, but this is priceless,” he said between fits of laughter. “So, we’ve got a self-proclaimed God on a galactic crusade for more worshippers, fuel for his divine ego. Truly magnificent!”

A few others glared at him, unamused. The Voidwalker, however, seemed to revel in their disdain, leaning back lazily with a grin that showed no respect for the decorum others maintained.

“Do we know how they managed to cross over into our galaxy?” a Celestial asked.

“No,” replied the Ignivore immediately. “We haven’t discovered that yet.”

The others turned their gaze toward the Bone race representative who had also captured an Angel. The skeletal being shook his head slowly, the runes across his frame dimming.

“Then what of their timeline?” another Celestial asked. “Do we at least know when they intend to begin their full-scale invasion?”

The Ignivore exhaled sharply, his flames flaring for a moment. “I already told you. These white-and-golden fanatics are too low in the hierarchy to know such things.”

“So we are in the dark,” the Luminari concluded, her tone laced with irritation. “We know next to nothing, and yet an invasion looms.”

“This will be the time to use every ability, every technique we possess,” said the Bone race leader solemnly. “Even if it means disturbing Fate and Destiny themselves, we must do it. We need every Seer, every Oracle, every Mystic, anyone who can peer beyond the veil. If this invasion is coming, we cannot afford blindness.”

The others nodded in grim agreement. None of them had ever heard of the Divinora Galaxy before this moment. Whether the beings of that galaxy knew of theirs was uncertain, but that question hardly mattered. War was inevitable, and it would not be won by ignorance or complacency.

“We should begin preparations immediately,” one of the Celestials declared. “Send letters of summons. Every great race and ruler must be informed. Strategies must be forged before the storm arrives.”

“And who will handle the invitations?” asked the Luminari, her golden aura flaring faintly.

“The Voidwalker race,” the Celestial replied without hesitation. “Your kind possesses a natural affinity with the spatial element. You can reach any plane or domain faster than the rest of us.”

His words were met with nods of approval from the assembly.

The Voidwalker sighed deeply. “So we’re stuck with logistics now? Wonderful.” His tone dripped with sarcasm, but no one paid him any attention. The matter was decided.

“Should we inform the ancient ones?” the Luminari asked after a moment of thought. “The Elder Races, the Spirit King, the Primal Lords, the Firstborns?”

The Celestial who had spoken earlier shook his head slowly. “No. They wouldn’t care. To them, this is merely another cycle of destruction, another turning of the cosmic wheel. They have watched countless wars rise and fall across eons. Besides, we don’t even know where to find them. Let them remain in their slumber. We will act on our own. If they choose to intervene, so be it. If not… it changes nothing.”

A quiet murmur of understanding swept across the chamber. Each being bowed their head in silent acceptance. The weight of what was to come pressed heavily upon them.

And with that, the meeting came to an end. One by one, the beings vanished, dissolving into streaks of light, flame, and shadow until only silence remained. The great hall, once filled with power and purpose, fell empty once more.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I need your golden tickets.