Dimensional Descent

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Leonel had never expected that he wouldn't even get a chance to rest.

A whirlwind of orders and roars shook the small fort. Lancelot's carefree demeanor completely vanished as he took hold of the situation. This fort was his own to control.

The truth was that this base was in far better condition than the others would be. With a Knight of the Round Table protecting it, those stations here were several levels luckier than they otherwise might be.

This was the first time Leonel had ever been on a true battlefield. Though he had fought the Englishmen alongside the French, those men were so much weaker than him that his life was never truly on the line. This was especially so when it was considered that Aina had been by his side.

But this time, if he was just a bit careless, even a foot soldier could take his life. The warriors of this world were on a completely different level. He simply couldn't afford to take any of them lightly.

For some reason, though… Leonel felt and urge to take the vanguard.

Even he was shocked by this sudden change in his psyche. The thumping of his heart reminded him of the first time he stepped onto a football field. It was the very same feeling, that will to conquer and pit his wits against that of the enemy.

However, all this time, such a thing had been repressed to the depths of his heart. He simply didn't like to kill. Such contradictory feelings always clashed within him to the point his initial instincts were tempered and snuffed out.

But… the enemy was once again not human.

Leonel suddenly smiled.

Hunt island. Back then, he had felt the fetters of his heart release a bit. After all, back

the army. It was his job to observe a formation of Earth Mages and understand their procedure for future battles. But he was feeling especially agitated. He wanted to

Leonel's Dream World. When he sent his mind

'So it's like that…'

World sat his Dreamscape. Within it, arcs of lightning connected his memories

was a level seven book, one at the limit of what Leonel was allowed to read currently. It was a theory speaking on

of Earth. Though some people believe in it, many dismiss it as a ridiculous notion. Even Leonel hadn't thought much about it

of his spirit and limiting his future path. As

breath

others knew his thoughts, they'd believe he thought too much of himself. Lamorak was one of the four or five most powerful knights of Camelot. His age was easily three or four times that of Leonel's, maybe even more. It was only right that he defeated Leonel. Was Leonel

to his spirit existed was practically Leonel saying that he subconsciously placed himself on the

this to the depths of his

to himself, causing the mages who were incredibly

vile army of Demons surged

and antlers on their

out of hell. Yet, this young man

bronze Runes flicking into and out of existence. He could hardly

eyes were like hawks, he automatically locked onto three Demon

tips of its horns were a deep, obsidian black, making it look as though it had been

around its ankles and wrists. At the end of its chains there were massive heavy balls of black steel. Their weight

seen the lines of muscle fibers beneath its shedding skin. However, instead of these muscles being a healthy pink, they looked completely washed out to