Dimensional Descent

Aina was like a lone blazing star. Despite being alone and surrounded, there seemed to be a perpetual five meter radius around her that no one could keep their life within.

From afar, it seemed like the Englishmen army had split into three. A single group of archers focusing their might toward Leonel, another attacking the Frenchmen, and the final entirely focused on this small woman with a weapon twice the size of her body.

However, though Aina seemed invincible, Leonel could see her body heat increasing at an unhealthy pace.

'Her stamina is running low…'

Leonel's frown deepened. It had been less than 30 minutes since the battle began, but just how long could a normal human fight under such conditions? Even with her being far beyond a normal human, the load she was facing was severalfold greater as well.

"Aina! Retreat!"

Leonel shouted once more, putting everything he had into his voice. However, this time, the blaring horns of retreat sounded over him, covering his shouts completely.

"No! Not now!"

Just minutes ago, there was nothing Leonel could have wanted more. But now Aina had traveled too deeply into their territory.

Leonel's arm cocked back and launched forward another crude spear.

With a sharp clang, it rebounded and shattered off of Aina's massive ax blade.

Aina's head finally snapped backward. But Leonel never got to register just what her expression was. All he could see was the fierce golden glow of her eyes, hiding a flickering redness that seemed to be the depths of a hellish flame.

hundred meters that

stared him down as though she wanted him to witness every moment. He had been too stunned

to be

from Aina's frail body as her killing speed increased

[Aina Brazinger]

1.50; Speed: 0.99; Agility: 0.99; Coordination: 1.00;

like this. Even the adjusted stats of the metal

was her stamina. It hadn't gone up. In fact, it had plummeted the

overwhelmed the blaring horns of

ax whipped around, a Force blade extending from its body. However, it didn't sweep outward. Instead, it attached to the blade of the

ax, borrowing its power to reap lives. Just the first swing took 20 Englishmen from

Englishmen quaked in fear,

Englishmen destined to die with a new lease on life. It wasn't only this, but they suddenly felt more confident than they had

Englishmen. To

register what he was doing before he found himself falling through

'Something is wrong …'

more than 16 000 of their original number. It was nothing short of foolish

these weren't things Leonel had the mind

out of

Kill Joan