Dimensional Descent

Leonel stood in a daze.

Just like that? It ended just like that?

There was still a swarm of English to his front. With his current condition, he wasn't confident in even defeating them, let alone cutting a path through and taking down Joan.

Leonel suddenly felt a cold shiver, causing him to quickly spin toward the source. However, he found nothing but more Englishmen and further back, a swarm of French knights.

His brow tightly furrowed, but no matter how he swept his Internal Sight, he couldn't find anything wrong.

Unable to find anything, he turned back, slowly walking to Joan's body.

By now, the English didn't dare to block his path. Their commanders were dead, and now the god on their side was also dead, how could they dare to continue to fight back? Even with Leonel being heavily injured, they just witnessed him say something seemingly ridiculous, only for that to end in the death of someone they thought was invincible.

They had no idea what thought process Leonel used. All they knew was that his strength was unfathomable.

Leonel used his good arm to flip Joan over, slowly removing her mask. Looking at the sight before him, he couldn't help but feel complicated.

The once beautiful Joan had become an old, wrinkled woman. She died with her eyes open, their bright blue having faded into a milky grey-white. However, Leonel was certain that this was indeed Joan.

Leonel picked up her golden polearm. It had once proudly held the French flag, but now it was barren and lonely. Even the faint golden light it once emitted was now gone, leaving behind a seemingly ordinary staff.

However, it was this very staff that caused the English to retreat several steps, worried that they would lose control over their bodies once again. Seeing such a scene, Leonel knew that this was truly over.

conquered. In a flash of light, Aina and

helmet. No matter what, it most definitely didn't

"A failure, huh…"

**

space. But, to his disappointment, he didn't find Aina by his side. Maybe he had gotten a bit too

he came here. He felt it was a bit nostalgic, not that there was anything good to reminisce about when it came

would see

point, he laughed to himself. If James was here, he would definitely

is

that he had used his left to rub his nose just now since his right was still holding onto Joan's polearm.

the Force Art's core

higher the requirements for the Force Art to function is. This Force Art was incredibly strong in the Third Dimension, but this white space must at least be of the true Fourth Dimension if the core

thought this, Leonel felt a swirling power surging

hair

it was easy to stimulate the regrowth of his hair, but he wasn't some sort of magician, at least not yet. His hair was still much

done something crazy

had quickly sat up and crossed his legs in meditation, heard this

Montez? What's happening

more. However, the formation of the third, sixth and ninth Nodes are all watershed moments no matter which technique you use, it was inadvisable to break through in a Zone like that unless its a Zone of

is so great, or else you would have likely self imploded

back. Why does it feel like every mistake he makes causes him to face death? Why can't he be a normal

brought out a scroll once more, seemingly not caring about Leonel's current state. However soon, his lazy expression changed