MIGHT AS WELL BE OP
Chapter 488 - 488: Last Stand

"Now that this matter is settled, it's time we leave here"

Warlord Kaelrix spoke, his voice cutting through the lingering silence as the discussion surrounding the Severed Crown of Echoes came to an end.

At his words, all eyes turned instinctively toward Anthony.

His lips twitched faintly under their collective gaze. In truth, the only destination he could offer them was the Blue Planet.

Though his Mirror Dimension possessed the ability to overlap with reality, at this moment… there was no reality to overlap with at the moment.

Besides, he lacked the coordinates to the remaining eight military bases, he couldn't simply will himself there through sheer force or magic.

Even his Authority Of Information, as overpowered as it was, offered no assistance in this particular matter.

"Don't the three Warlords possess some kind of colossal aircraft, constructed in advance to house millions of soldiers for contingencies like this?"

Anthony asked, his gaze shifting toward the trio, subtly and calmly transferring the burden of responsibility to them.

The previously indifferent expressions on the Warlords' faces faltered for the briefest moment, cracks in their composure, before settling back into their usual masks of boredom.

Indeed, the military did possess a massive aircraft, engineered specifically to transport millions of soldiers in emergencies such as this.

However, during the chaos of war, that very aircraft had been left behind in the military hangar… and was ultimately destroyed along with the base itself.

"You're correct. We do have such aircraft — The Last Stand, it's called"

Warlord Therionis replied, his tone even and composed.

"Unfortunately, it was stationed in the hangar during the conflict… and was lost when the base fell"

Not a flicker of emotion crossed his face.

The Grand Marshals and Anthony stood momentarily stunned by what they had just heard.

'Shouldn't something so critical have been secured in a space ring by one of the Warlords?'

The thought echoed silently among them, but none dared to give it voice. To question the judgment of a Warlord, even with reason, would risk the appearance of a junior lecturing a senior, a breach of unspoken hierarchy few were bold enough to cross.

But Anthony, unbothered by this, actually said it aloud.

"Shouldn't something so critical have been stored in a space ring by one of the Warlords?"

The Grand Marshals glanced at him from the corners of their eyes, as if he had just courted death itself.

But on the other hand, he was no ordinary figure. With the backing of three Supreme Monarchs, Anthony could afford to dance on the edge of recklessness, he could court death as often as he pleased.

"There was only one of such aircraft assigned to the base, we couldn't simply entrust it to one person. It had to be hidden, secured until the moment it was truly needed"

Warlord Zauren responded, shaking his head, unfazed by Anthony's question.

"Can't we just use our regular aircraft? Some of us still have ours stored in space rings"

Grand Marshal Phoenix interjected, as though stating the obvious.

Several heads turned toward him, their expressions making it painfully clear they thought he'd missed something fundamental.

"Normal aircraft can't survive out here, space would crush it the moment it emerges. But if you're curious to see what happens, you're welcome to step outside with your body and conduct a live demonstration"

Grand Marshal Alaric said with a dry smirk.

"So, we're stranded here then"

Grand Marshal Titan sighed, the weight of the situation sinking deep in his heart.

Warlord Therionis stepped forward, his tone calm but authoritative.

"The three of us do possess an aircraft capable of surviving in space, but it can't accommodate everyone. We could travel to another military base with a select force of a few thousand soldiers, then send word for the stationed forces there to return with their own Last Stand"

It wasn't ideal, but at least, it was a plan.

"Warlord Kaelrix, if I may"

Grand Marshal Titan began with measured respect,

"Isn't your innate talent Creation? Could you not create a portal to another military base so we could all travel there together?"

"I cannot"

Warlord Kaelrix replied flatly, his tone devoid of falsehood, simply stating fact.

"Then we shall wait for the Warlords to return with the Last Stand from another base"

Grand Marshal Dragon said firmly, nodding in resolve.

One by one, the others nodded in agreement, recognizing it as the sole viable option for the time being.

As Warlord Zauren prepared to summon his own aircraft, Anthony's voice cut through from the side.

"Since your ship holds the coordinates to another military base, I have a way to get all of us there at once"

All heads swiveled toward Anthony at his declaration.

"You can manipulate the Mirror Dimension itself to reach the military base with those coordinates?"

The three Warlords inquired in unison, their voices steady and measured.

Anthony merely shook his head.

"No, Warlords. Not directly. But I have another method, just give me a few minutes"

With that, the space surrounding Anthony within the Mirror Dimension began to fracture and ripple, cracking like fragile glass before inverting around him, enclosing him within a hidden pocket of the dimension itself.

Now alone, Anthony calmly raised his hand, his mind churning as he activated his Quantum Manipulation in perfect tandem with his thoughts.

In an instant, a colossal aircraft materialized beneath his control, so immense that the word 'huge' barely captured its scale, engineered to accommodate millions of people.

Its exterior was sheathed in impenetrable metallic plates, each one shimmering with potent Intents, a clear testament to the intricate forging process empowered by those mystical energies.

Since the Warlords possessed the coordinates to another military base, all that remained was to transfer them to Anthony's newly created version of The Last Stand.

But, he did not leave immediately. Having conjured this gargantuan aircraft from seemingly nothing, he decided to wait for a few more minutes as he had told the Warlords.

Though he could have simply purchased the aircraft using his system shop, Anthony preferred to conserve his monthly spending points, for when he might truly need them.

With that, Anthony retrieved his phone. Though the wait would only last five to ten minutes, he figured it was better to pass the time watching a movie.

After all, who knew what battles might await him at the next military base? Best to make the most of every moment of downtime.