Dimensional Descent

HONG!

Leonel took a strong step forward.

[Leonel Morales (Force Amplified)]

[Strength: 2.59; Speed: 2.38; Agility: 2.43; Coordination: 2.61; Stamina: 2.73 (+0.05 - nullified); Reactions: 2.63; Spirit: 2.92; Force: 0.60]

The grass beneath his feet swayed wildly, being pressed down by his momentum as he took yet another step forward.

HONG!

[Leonel Morales (Force and Spear Domain Lineage Factor Amplified)]

[Strength: 2.85; Speed: 2.62; Agility: 2.67; Coordination: 2.87; Stamina: 2.73 (+0.05 - nullified); Reactions: 2.90; Spirit: 2.92; Force: 0.66]

With Leonel as the center, billowing winds spread out, leaving a trail of concentric circles as though a helicopter was descending from above.

At that moment, Leonel smiled lightly. 'I haven't gotten back to Aina yet, I have no intention of dying in this place.'

"I'm sure you all heard that." Leonel said without turning back. "Aim well."

swift that it almost

jaws. By now, in the chaos of the moment, those of the Eastern and Southern Lookouts didn't have the luxury of continuing to remain

what happened earlier, but did they have much of a choice? If they didn't

They couldn't help but feel odd about Leonel's actions to this point. Wasn't

to act as meat shields. If it came down to it, and Leonel forced them to take the vanguard, would they even be able to say no? Where would they go?

land of death. To him, it simply didn't matter whether those to his back followed him or not. He was a person with a soft

as his hair whipped about wildly. There was something freeing knowing that all of his opponents were just beasts, as though an inhibition on his heart had been removed and he could

familiar roar sounded behind Leonel, causing his lip to curl into a more prominent smile. It seemed that

'[Call of the Wind]'

casually flicked his wrist a few times, yet several lines of white curled in the air,

Before he had even met the frontline of the charging legion, almost a dozen large

have the same weakness

of the same sub species? Things would never be so convenient. Let alone this

made up of various mutated arachnids and different kinds of insects.

Leonel had a firm grasp of their weakness, he wouldn't allow them to stop his path forward. Especially not now that he had support

another few strides, Leonel had met the spider legion. The youths charging closely to his back couldn't help but be shocked by his dauntlessness. But, if they knew that Leonel first trial in this world was facing an army of Spaniards with no weapon outside of a bicycle… they

this dauntlessness, the firmness of his stride and the straightness of his back… he had earned them all with his blood, sweat and

ethereal, his steps carrying a bit of the elegance of the primitive woman. As devastating as [Call of the Wind] was

sliding past the sharp legs and chomping pincers of insects and spiders

past, he would have long since stepped through the air. However,

left hand off the staff of his spear,