Dimensional Descent

[Bonus chapter for 1400 powerstones :( ]

"… 167 meters to the northeast." Leonel spoke with confidence.

"How many of them and what's their power like?" Squad Leader Malt asked.

"There are five of them. One of them seems to be a D-grade mind control type Invalid. The other four are F-grade Invalids under its control."

Leonel's Internal Sight focused on a group of five Invalids. Four of them had what looked like leeches at the base of their skulls. The Invalid that controlled them stood in the center with tentacles coming out of her head.

In the past, Leonel would have cringed at such a sight, but he had gotten used to it by now. Those who successfully awakened usually managed to avoid any weird mutations. But, Invalids — who were essentially the ones who failed to awaken their abilities and thus lost control of their minds — weren't so lucky. Many of them had obvious deformities just like this.

Of course, those who were successful in awakening their abilities weren't guaranteed to not have mutations. But, most could hide them until their ability was needed.

For example, the metal A-grade Invalid Leonel met long ago. Had he successfully awakened his ability and not become an Invalid, he wouldn't have to walk around like a metal man all the time.

"Oof. Mind control types are the hardest to deal with. Luckily it's just a D-grade one. Good job, little brother. We'll handle it from here."

"HAHA!" A hard slap hit Leonel's back. "Great job, rookie. I'll go bash them up for you."

Leonel could only bitterly smile as Malt led a group of three toward the Invalids.

It had already been two weeks since he came to the Slayer Legion, but this was about all he had done in that time. Other than the training he did in the Segmented Cube during his personal time, he was basically just a glorified compass.

At least these guys

partnership program between the Scout Units and the Ground

others were an ordinary man and a young woman who looked like she was

but were rather combat oriented. Because their abilities were relatively weak, they were slotted into the scout

present. As such, they had roles they were already very much used to. This was why even though Malt

mace from his back and take the vanguard.

would rather take part

much of a chance to linger on because the

beamed, laughing jovially. In the back, Malt caressed one of his guns in a silk cloth, caring for it as though it was his own child.

with Leonel around. Invalids never sneaked up on them anymore, they got great and detailed reports on them

We'll be able to report some great gains this time. I think I'll finally be

good. How do you feel about joining the Ground Combat Unit?"

you trying to poach my talent?

even taller than Leonel, so there was no need to speak about just how much shorter Malt was than him. Yet, the latter didn't back down, even tapping the nozzle of his gun against Gerolt's

is lacking." Gerolt didn't

better? Tell me the last time you

"Everyone knows the ground is

shouldn't fight." Lisa said

drowned out by the roars of the two

I can name tons of units more valuable

of yours? Why

wouldn't just sit here and let Malt list all the units of the Slayer Legion. The fact he wanted to try was insulting

shitty Ground Combat Unit wants to harm little old me. How are ground units useful in this day and age? If you tried