Chapter 131: The Final Battle (Part 2)
Angelic wings tore through the vacuum, while battleships of the Shi'ar Empire prowled the star-strewn battlefield. The massive Battle Stars, technological marvels crafted by the Shi'ar, unleashed relentless barrages of energy artillery. But the Sentinels—monolithic beings of steel imbued with cosmic energy—moved like celestial doves, dodging and weaving between the barrages, their adaptive forms phasing through concentrated attacks.
Every beat of their wings brought devastation. Where the Angel Legion passed, battleships disintegrated, their molecular structures ripped apart by concentrated antimatter lances. Fighter squadrons burst into searing flames as the flames of heaven incinerated them mid-flight. Yet, for all their might, the Angels and Sentinels could not completely suppress the Shi'ar defenses—their most formidable weapon had yet to be unleashed.
This was an all-out war: the Angel Legion and Sentry Legion, under the banner of the Sacred Heavenly Palace, versus the entire might of the Shi'ar Imperial Fleet. The destruction was catastrophic, the deaths innumerable. Yet, the Battle Stars alone were not the deadliest threat. No, the true horror lay in the final trump card of the Shi'ar Empire—one born from the depths of their most sacred technology.
Even with the presence of the Four Kings of Angels, each wielding an Infinity Gem, their combined might teetering at the cusp of Skyfather-level power, the enemy was relentless. Ragna , a living embodiment of divine fire and judgment, arrived on the battlefield, yet the Kings of Angels did not pause to greet him. Instead, they offered only a solemn acknowledgment through the spiritual network, their attention fixed on the true battle—the one that would decide the fate of this war.
The Soul of the Shi'ar Empire had awakened.
The Shi'ar had long mastered the art of converting faith into energy, an advanced form of psionic fusion technology dating back to the days of Sharra and K'ythri, the pantheon of gods worshipped by their people. This final trump card was the very manifestation of their collective will—an enormous Giant of Light, an ethereal colossus resembling Majestrix Xandra, yet composed entirely of an unstable psionic plasma matrix.
Neither truly physical nor fully incorporeal, its energy was ceaseless, a constant cycle of creation and destruction.
The power of a God in the hands of mortals.
As the Giant of Light took form, its radiance spread across the void like a supernova, its mere presence distorting gravitational fields. When it moved, entire sections of space bent around it, and with a single motion, reality itself seemed to shudder. Each attack unleashed devastating pulses of cosmic entropy, reducing everything in its path to atomic debris.
Even the highest-tier Angels could barely withstand it.
This was no mere battle. This was a clash at the pinnacle of universal warfare.
Ragna narrowed his eyes, gripping the Sun Scepter tightly. He moved, golden flames igniting across his form, and with a wave of his weapon, the cosmic inferno coiled around the Giant of Light, momentarily trapping it within a localized gravity singularity. The momentary containment offered a brief reprieve—enough for the Angels and Sentinels to regroup.
At that moment, Holy Keisha, the Matriarch of the Angel Legion, activated the Space Stone. In an instant, Hexi, the strategist of the Angelic High Council, was teleported onto the battlefield.
Now, with five Infinity Gem-wielding Angel Kings and Ragna wielding the Sun Scepter, the tide of battle shifted.
On the front lines, Angel Yan broke free from combat and turned her wrath upon the thirteen Battle Stars that still loomed across the battlefield. With the Power Stone blazing in her grasp, she raised her hand—energy surged, raw and untamed.
A single strike.
A Battle Star—a construct engineered to withstand planetary destruction—disintegrated.
Millions of Shi'ar lives were snuffed out in an instant.
But in death, the Shi'ar found power.
The more they perished, the stronger the Giant of Light became. Every soul lost in battle channeled their final prayers and devotion into the psionic matrix that fueled the colossus. Their belief in their empire's survival only strengthened it.
And the Shi'ar had discovered something more terrifying—a way to harvest soul energy.
For the first time, Ragna 's celestial flames struggled to counteract the raw, ever-growing power of their enemy. Unlike the Angels, who could siphon infinite energy from the Infinity Gems, Ragna 's divine power—vast as it was—was not limitless.
The Giant of Light retaliated. Its psionic energy surged outward, consuming everything in its path. Even Ragna , for all his might, found himself momentarily overpowered.
For the briefest moment, he considered detonating a supernova—but his eyes flickered toward the Shi'ar sun.
It was already gone.
Long before Ragna 's arrival, the Shi'ar Sun had been obliterated by the Giant of Light's uncontrolled energy surges. This was no coincidence.
The Supreme Intelligence of the Kree Empire, ever-watchful, had anticipated this.
A supernova was Ragna 's greatest weapon, a force he had wielded before to alter the tides of war. The Shi'ar Empire, however, had relayed this intelligence to the Kree and the Shi'ar factions that opposed the Sacred Heavenly Palace. With the sun destroyed, Ragna 's most devastating move was stripped from his arsenal.
Now, the battle had become a war of attrition.
The Giant of Light stood as an unyielding force, absorbing every fragment of faith from the dying Shi'ar. It would take three days for the spiritual energy to deplete—but in that time, countless Angelic and Sentinel forces would be annihilated.
And yet, there was a flaw.
Ragna 's mind worked at lightspeed. The Giant of Light drew its power from proximity. The belief energy required to sustain its form originated from thirteen Battle Stars stationed near the Shi'ar Homeworld.
That was the weakness.
Holy Keisha took action. Utilizing the Space Stone, she altered the fabric of reality, dispersing the Shi'ar population across the far reaches of the universe.
The effect was immediate.
As millions of Shi'ar were transported beyond the psionic range of their homeworld, the Giant of Light began to weaken.
The inexhaustible power fueling its form diminished.
The once-insurmountable force, a beacon of divine destruction, was suddenly vulnerable.
And Ragna did not hesitate.
His flames surged once more, brighter than before. This was the endgame.
Too many civilizations had been watching, waiting for an opportunity to strike. The Sacred Heavenly Palace could not afford a prolonged war—not with the Kree and other galactic factions waiting for a misstep.
This war had to end.
And it had to end now.
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