Dimensional Descent

Leonel shoved off a massive slab of building off of him. Finally, it seemed that his eyes showed a bit of clarity, likely due to the thumping pain in his arm currently.

His right hand wasn't a mass of bloody flesh as one might expect, but it wasn't that far off either. His bones managed to survive the ordeal with a few fractures, but the skin on his knuckles was completely obliterated. It could be said that for a normal human, this arm could be considered useless for the foreseeable future. But Leonel was able to ignore it somewhat at his current stage.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the luxury of dwelling on this for any decent period of time because Lamorak was already charging toward him, his lumbering figure causing the ground to shake.

Leonel's expression turned cold.

Someone was playing with his mind. He wasn't one to lose his temper easily. Something like flying into a rage like he just had wasn't something he would do under normal circumstances.

By now, Leonel was certain that his actions were related to Aliard. It seemed that the magic system of this Mythological Zone was even more troublesome to deal with than he had thought originally.

But, now that he had recovered, he wouldn't allow his mind to be affected as easily again.

'Since you want to fight, let's fight.'

Leonel's palm flipped, causing his pointed spear to appear in his hand.

He had already decided. His priority was running from this place, but he had to find an opportunity. It took time to sink into the earth and escape. Now that he thought about it, the best chance was while he was still beneath the pile of rubble, but his mind had still been clouded then.

'I'll use this battle to scale the strength of these knights and probe what other abilities their so-called Three Star Magi have. Then, I'll get sent flying again and use that chance to escape through the earth.'

Factor was exposed, there was no helping it. But, he could still

saw Leonel's spear appear. At the same time, he became even more certain that Leonel had something

this wasn't something a supposed commoner should be able

defense, his strength was a few notches below his own and his combat sense was even weaker. At least…

step forward that sent his battle intent soaring through the skies. It was to the point that even

succession, sending curving arcs of wind toward the

swing of his spikeless mace, but his steps were still paused, allowing Leonel

after just a single exchange with Lamorak's mace, so

[Call of the Wind] toward Lamorak's vitals, his

of what was happening.

that this wasn't exactly the case. At most, Leonel was like an annoying fly, constantly pestering the

HONG!

sink. Due to the sudden change, he couldn't react in time and one

gravity field is only 1.1x, but it's enough for a sudden change of

Leonel's eyes narrowed.

some trump cards, but he also had to continuously monitor Aliard. However, he was so focused on protecting his life that he didn't even notice the utter silence that had fallen over the inner city.

didn't seem to care. In

use my true strength.

[Call of Wind] strikes, trying to keep his distance, they completely