MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 782: Divinora

Far from the lower galaxy where Anthony, Vega, Klaus, the military, the Spirit King, and countless others resided, another lower galaxy could be seen glimmering across the dark cosmic sea. Yet, this galaxy was unlike any other.

Here, mana did not exist, and chaos energy was utterly absent, as though such concepts were foreign to its very nature. Everything within its expanse seemed white, holy, and pure. It radiated serenity, peaceful, inviting, and filled with divine brilliance. The planets that orbited within its light danced gracefully through the void, each tracing its perfect path within its solar system, bound by harmony rather than gravity.

Upon these many worlds, countless beings of diverse forms, mortals, spirits and sentient creatures, could be seen kneeling upon sacred grounds. Entire civilizations bowed in reverence before enormous statues of a God they had never met. Yet, their devotion was absolute. None dared to stand; none dared to question. Their gazes were fixed upon the statues as though they beheld the purest and most sacred being ever to grace existence.

The same sacred scene unfolded across the entire galaxy. Every creature capable of prayer, every living thing with the intelligence to kneel, bowed before a statue. From the smallest sentient insect to the most powerful being, all lowered themselves, unified in unwavering devotion. Their faces reflected longing and joy, expressions that bordered on fanaticism, where faith itself had become both their reason to live and their measure of purity.

How it had come to its current state, no one truly knew. No record remained of how a single being had subdued an entire galaxy and placed it beneath his divine dominion. No one could explain how a lone entity had made entire civilizations pray to him, nor how he had bent the will of so many species without rebellion or resistance.

But in the end, no one cared.

Power was all that mattered in the vast stretches of creation. Why question one who held authority beyond comprehension? Why seek an answer when you lacked the strength to survive the reply?

Within this galaxy, demons were nonexistent. Yet in the ancient eras, a race much like them had once thrived, beings of corruption and shadow, known as the Devils. They wielded a dark and insidious energy called Miasma, an energy said to corrode even the stars themselves. This very galaxy had once been a battlefield drenched in blood and despair, where the holy races of Divinora waged an endless war against the Devils. The war had raged for millennia, until at last, the galaxy’s divine ruler, the one they called God, eradicated the Devil race completely.

Not a single Devil was left alive. Their corpses were not buried, they were obliterated. Their bodies turned to dust, their blood to vapor, their essence erased from existence. Altars built to summon or resurrect them were shattered. Every record, symbol, and memory tied to their accursed race was wiped away. The very concept of Miasma was purged. It was said that their God personally descended to purge even the lingering energy of their existence, ensuring no possibility of revival.

After the war, peace returned. The galaxies burned by Miasma were cleansed, their skies restored to white brilliance. And when the cleansing was done, the God placed every planet and every soul under his rule. His statues were raised across all worlds, on living planets and barren ones alike. Even in desolate wastelands where no life stirred, his image stood tall, untouched by time.

This sacred galaxy came to be known as Divinora.

The source of power that governed this realm was not mana, nor aura, nor chaos, it was Faith itself. Faith was their lifeblood, their weapon, their essence. Faith was what they had used to defeat Miasma. It was the power that unified them, sanctified them, and defined their very existence.

At this very moment, as an uncountable number of beings bowed in prayer to their God, a sudden and blinding brilliance erupted across Divinora. A wave of pure white light radiated outward, dazzling the stars and engulfing entire worlds in its glow. It spread like a tide of sanctity, as though about to encompass the entire galaxy.

Across countless planets, the kneeling faithful paused. Shock and awe filled their faces, yet the hesitation lasted only a heartbeat. Then, as one, they lowered themselves even further, their foreheads pressing against the ground in reverence.

From each statue, light gathered, and from that radiance, a being emerged.

The entity that appeared was dazzling beyond comprehension. Its brilliance seemed to illuminate existence itself. Two vast pairs of holy wings stretched out behind its back, pure and radiant, their feathers shimmering with divine energy. A luminous halo floated above its head, spinning slowly, emanating waves of peace and light. Its eyes glowed with molten gold, and its form was wrapped in robes of white that flowed as though woven from the very fabric of divinity.

It was an Angel, a heavenly messenger, an emissary of God Himself.

Though what manifested was merely an Avatar, a fragment of the true Angel’s essence, its sacred presence was overwhelming and undeniable. The very air grew softer, calmer, purified by its existence. Even those of high standing among the faithful trembled before it, unable to bear its divine aura for long.

The Angel’s golden eyes swept across the countless kneeling figures. Then, in a voice that seemed to resonate through the entire planet, it spoke.

“My Lord, your God, Has Completed His Preparations,” the Angel declared, its tone melodic yet absolute. “HE Has Created A Gateway, A Bridge To Another Galaxy. That Galaxy Is Tainted With The Same Evil That Once Plagued Ours Before We Were Delivered Into The Light. My Lord, Your God, Has Decreed That HE Shall Bring Salvation To These Primitive Species And Deliver Them From Corruption. They Shall Be Saved. They Shall Be Loved. They Shall Be Converted. And Those Who Reject Salvation…”

The Angel paused, its eyes narrowing slightly, “…Are The Spawn Of Evil.”

A hush fell upon every world. Not a single being moved. The light around the Angel shimmered faintly as it continued.

“Prepare Yourselves. Make Your Arrangements. Gather Your Troops And Strengthen Your Hearts, For The Time Is Near When Your Faith Shall Be Called Upon. My Lord, Your God, Will Lead Us Once More Into A Battle Of Salvation. Prepare For Bloodshed. Prepare To Welcome New Brothers And Sisters Into Your Homes And Your Hearts. All Shall Be Loved, For Those Who Place Their Faith In HIM Shall Never Be Forsaken.”

As the final words echoed, the blinding radiance began to fade. The Angel’s form dissolved into motes of light, dispersing into the air until the statue returned to stillness. Across the galaxy, identical scenes had unfolded simultaneously, each statue had produced its own Angel Avatar, each delivering the same divine message at the exact same moment.

Throughout it all, none of the believers had spoken. None dared utter a word unless addressed directly by their emissary. Silence was the purest form of reverence.

Only after the light fully vanished did they rise to their feet. Their eyes burned with new fire, not anger, but passion, devotion, purpose. The time of salvation had come. They were to welcome new brothers and sisters beneath the embrace of their one true God.

Though they knew little of the galaxy that awaited them, they understood one thing, evil thrived there. Evil similar to the Devil race their ancestors had once fought and destroyed. The mere thought of it stirred their blood and reignited the old hymns of conquest.

Eons had passed since the Devils were wiped out, yet their destruction remained the cornerstone of Divinora’s faith. Even now, they sang hymns of their God’s victory. And today, after ages of silence, they would once again march, not for conquest, but for salvation.

They would bring light to another galaxy.

They would cleanse its darkness.

They would spread the name of their God across the foreign stars.

And as the celestial choirs of Divinora began their song, every being turned from their statue and began preparing for HIS divine call, preparing to answer when HE summoned their Faith once more.