MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 470 470: Zeroframe Shift

Beyond the perimeter of Military Base Alpha-6, in the vast expanse of space, myriad stars, planets, and suns shimmered in silent suspension, each casting a radiant glow that illuminated the depths of the galaxy.

Suddenly, the tranquil stillness was shattered as a spatial rift violently tore open beside the planetary base.

From the shimmering breach emerged a tall figure, her grey hair aglow with an ethereal light, stepping forth with an air of calm authority.

A chakram hovered effortlessly above her head, spinning like a radiant halo, while another suspended itself behind her upper back, perfectly centered between her shoulder blades.

Both pulsed with an otherworldly, ethereal light.

Her presence was akin to that of a celestial being, like an angel had descended upon a primitive world to bestow a divine blessing.

She was known as The Chakram Of End: Sylmira Velthariel.

Her gaze swept across the vastness of space as she floated silently, poised and patient.

Hours slipped by, yet she remained motionless, her eyes fixed deep into the cosmic expanse, as if both savoring the view and seeking to unravel hidden mysteries.

Then, a voice resonated, echoing from all directions at once.

”Itʼs been a while, Sylmira”

But The Chakram Of End gave no sign of acknowledgment.

She remained unmoved, steadfast in her silence as she continued to wait.

Then, her gaze suddenly shifted, flickering open as she turned her head to the side.

From that direction, another spatial rift tore open, and a figure emerged.

He bore a serene yet commanding presence, crowned with a pair of horns that rose like a dark diadem.

His skin was as black as night, claws sharp and menacing, and his eyes, pure void, seemed capable of swallowing the abyss itself.

”Xezural”

At last, The Chakram Of End broke her silence, her voice calm as her eyes fixed upon the newcomer.

The Demon Monarch.

”Itʼs been a while, hasnʼt it?”

Xezural spoke with a slow, knowing smile, his gaze lingering on Sylmiraʼs breathtaking presence.

”Indeed. Thirty years since I laid waste to several of your worlds”

The Chakram Of End replied with quiet resolve.

As a Supreme Monarch, she moved only in response to the actions of Demon Monarchs, or when tasked with purging planets utterly overrun by the demon race, eradicating all traces of life without hesitation.

For Supreme Monarchs, the destruction of planets and the extinction of entire races was no different than day to day activities for them.

The two Monarchs stood locked in a silent gaze, neither rushed to make the first move.

Their history was well-known to both, clashes fought fiercely on several occasions, yet neither had ever succeeded in ending the otherʼs existence.

When defeat seemed imminent, one would invariably summon a life-saving artifact to slip away from the brink of annihilation.

The silence between them stretched on, unbroken yet devoid of tension, an unspoken understanding settling over the stillness, calm and silent.

”I must admit, the ring was a nice touch. Even I didnʼt anticipate that”

The Chakram Of End remarked, her voice sharp and clear, slicing through the quiet.

Xezural merely smiled in response.

He had poured a considerable portion of his power into the ring, a feat far from easy, but one he had accomplished.

Without the Aetherlock, the gates would be thrown wide open, turning the military base into a playground for demons and abominations alike.

”Unlike our previous encounters, where one of us always found a way to escape, this time there will be no retreat, Sylmira. This battle ends only in death”

Xezural stated with measured calm.

A faint, amused smile touched Sylmiraʼs lips.

”Fighting to the death? Thatʼs a new stance for you. Iʼm fairly certain youʼd turn tail the moment you sensed the reaperʼs approach”

Her eyes never wavered, keenly tracking every subtle movement Xezural made.

”Not this time, Miss Ender. I have a mission to fulfill, a burden I cannot shirk”

Xezural replied, his voice heavy with reluctant resolve.

Sylmiraʼs eyes gleamed with curiosity as she responded,

”I wasnʼt aware the great Xezural answered to a higher authority”

Her intent was clear, she sought to glean information.

The military had long suspected a power beyond the Demon Monarchs, one they had yet to confront.

After all, if the Demon Monarchs themselves were the highest force, they would have long since been annihilated by the galaxyʼs top races.

There had to be a greater hierarchy, an unseen hand orchestrating the distribution of power across civilizations and races across the galaxy.

Yet no matter how deeply they delved, the truth always slipped through their grasp.

Though Sylmira yearned to press Xezural for answers, she understood he would never willingly speak of such higher beings.

Beyond that, she was his equal, no mere force to command him.

Anyone with the authority to give orders to Xezural was a power far beyond what she could hope to challenge.

”Just return the Crown, and we can spare ourselves the agony. Neither of us wishes to spend decades nursing wounds”

Xezural warned, his voice rising with the unmistakable edge of imminent battle.

Beings of their caliber could not simply down a healing potion and recover.

They required the intervention of legendary healers like the Saintess Of The World, a process that could span months.

Without such aid, they faced the grim prospect of decades spent slowly mending on their own.

”Information on your higher-ups thatʼs what I seek in exchange for the Crown”

Sylmira stated coolly.

”You know well enough Iʼm not that naïve”

Xezuralʼs tone sharpened.

A faint, knowing smile curved the Chakram Of Endʼs lips.

She understood such a revelation was unlikely, but at least she had tried.

”Very well, then”

At her words, the chakram that had hovered behind her back spun forward with sudden, precise motion.

The chakram hovered like a gleaming wheel before it began to spin with ferocious speed, reaching a critical threshold.

Then, with a deafening roar, it surged forward in a devastating blast, its razor-sharp edges slicing through the fabric of space like scissors through paper.

Yet Xezural remained unmoved, standing calmly as if prepared to face the oncoming assault head-on.

With an apocalyptic detonation, the chakram collided against an invisible barrier shielding him.

The very fabric of space warped and twisted under the force of a single strike.

”I hope youʼve said your goodbyes to those you hold dear”

Xezural intoned, raising his hand as a terrifying surge of chaos energy crackled, threatening to engulf the galaxy in darkness.

With a swift, effortless motion, a beam capable of annihilating planets tore through space, hurtling straight toward Sylmira.

She remained motionless.

The chakram above her whirled fiercely, expanding into a radiant shield that absorbed the beamʼs destructive force.

A wave of energy rippled outward into the galaxy.

The second chakram flashed through space in an instant, returning to her side.

Both weapons hovered briefly beside her before shrinking, folding seamlessly into the palm of her hand.

Then, her voice cut through the charged silence with chilling calm as she intoned:

Zeroframe Shift