Dimensional Descent

Leonel tore through the skies, treading through the air with two steps that sent him flying forward several hundred meters. Before anyone could react, he had already landed in the no man's land between the two armies.

Leonel had no idea what was going on around him. He could hear anything but the blood rushing through his ears. He couldn't feel anything but the wild thumping of his heart. He couldn't see anything but the endless stream of enemies before him.

His mage robes were sheered apart under the pressure, revealing a toned torso pulsing with blinding bronze runes and radiating a beautiful violet color.

Leonel's palm flipped over, a spear appearing in it as he shot forward.

'[Rising Pillar].'

The earth beneath his feet trembled, shooting up at an angle beneath Leonel's feet. A swirl of surging Force surrounded Leonel as he formed the Magic Art, using pillar that manifested beneath him to fly forward at ever faster speeds.

In the blink of an eye, he had already reached the first line of monsters, demons and ghouls. Compared to the army, he seemed like an insignificant ant. Yet, even the Demons who didn't know fear or pain felt their chests being pressed down by an undying pressure.

BANG!

The earth before Leonel surged upward, forming a massive wedge that slammed into the front of the demon army.

Shattered bodies flew out from the point of impact like broken kites. Their desecrated corpses paved a bloody path for Leonel to step forward.

Leonel's piercing violet-red eyes shone forth like two impossible to stop beams. He became the only light in this bleak land, a halo of bronze-violet light hanging above his head.

"[Grand Gravity Warp]!"

by several inches. An invisible weight descended from the skies, crushing the bodies of every

the army, his spear leaving trailing snakes

Camelot's army finally reacted to

several times. '… This

you seeing what I'm

join like Leonel had. His job was to go to the places of the battlefield where he was needed. As a result, he had

was speechless watching Leonel. They all felt that Leonel

seen many weird reactions to stepping on the battlefield for the first time. Some vomited, others cowered in fear, some couldn't stop the shaking of their

into battle… this was the first time they had ever

sat on his war horse with a stunned expression. In all his years, this was the first time he had

and doing as one pleased wasn't the way of the army. This wasn't only the case on

they were different in one aspect: the

to reprimand Leonel? Even if Lancelot had the strength to

into the skies. The golden-silver lance that

pointed it forward, drawing an invisible line between

even a rookie is so eager. We won't lose out to

horses and the

Camelot's army rose. As though trying to match Leonel's energy, it melded with his momentum, suppressing the demons to an

"CHARGE!"

The front hooves of their steeds rose, trampling the

the snake-eyed man watched on with a curious gaze. He looked toward

defined muscle of Leonel's back, every sharp,

"Interesting…"