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]!"

An invisible weight descended from the skies, crushing the bodies of every demon within tens of

his spear leaving trailing snakes of sharp air

the distance, those of Camelot's army finally reacted to what

changed several times. '…

Prince… Are you

Light Magus, Lionus obviously didn't have a squad of mages to join like Leonel had. His job was to go to the places of the battlefield where he was

Leonel. They all felt that

time. Some vomited, others cowered in fear, some couldn't stop the shaking of their limbs

this was the first time they had ever seen

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

to be punished by military law, maybe even death. Breaking rank and doing as one pleased wasn't the way of the army. This wasn't only the case on Earth, but clearly also the case in this

this Zone were similar, they were different in one aspect:

Even if Lancelot had the strength to do so, would he? Was

The golden-silver lance

forward, drawing an invisible line between himself and the army before

that men, even a rookie is so eager. We

above. The rumbling hooves of war horses and the sound of weapons clanging against

army rose. As though trying to match Leonel's energy, it melded with

"CHARGE!"

words fell and a see of knights shot forward. The front hooves of their steeds rose, trampling the ground beneath

with a curious gaze. He looked toward Leonel's back as though

defined muscle of Leonel's back, every sharp, perfectly formed bronze Rune, and even saw the beads of

"Interesting…"