Dimensional Descent

"What a boisterous kid. Since when did my demon army become so easy to bully?"

A Demon General with empty sockets flickering with a green flames sneered. If it wasn't for this feature, he would look completely like a normal human male of average appearance. But, with it, it couldn't be more clear that he was a demon with a sinister temperament.

The green flame Demon General stepped toward Leonel, two scimitars twirling in his hands.

At that moment, Camelot's army met the demons, their clash ringing throughout the battlefield. Rain continued to drizzle, the clouds above seemingly becoming denser and blacker with each passing moment. Yet, Leonel didn't seem to notice anything at all. Even the several Demon Generals coming toward him were nothing more than another reflection in his mind.

The raging torrent of his blood flowed quicker with each passing moment. His skin reddened, causing a light steam to rise from his body beneath the cool atmosphere.

"Die!"

Two scimitars crossed across Leonel's neck, seemingly trying to sever his head from his shoulders from two directions at once.

Leonel's mind was exceptionally calm. It was as though he didn't realize his life was on the line.

The green flame Demon General sneered deeply, looking toward Leonel as though he was a dead man. But, when he met the coldness of Leonel's violet-red eyes, he felt a shiver tear its way up his spine.

Leonel's spear shot forward.

Just when it seemed the scimitars would rip his head from his body, Leonel's spear, as though drawn on a perfect line, connected with the intersecting line of the two scimitars, repelling them both with a single strike.

causing him to take several steps backward, he felt a

at once. Just a single mistake

him to defeat Leonel on his own. If he didn't get help,

had expected that Leonel would press him, but he was stunned and then enraged by

the Demon General, he sent out several more piercing strikes of his spear, compressing [Call of the Wind] to an

Generals began to swarm the area. It couldn't be helped. Leonel was a lone man too far

opponent they wanted, even crossing from one side of the army to the other wasn't outside of reason to them. Even

tried to send attacks toward Leonel from a distance,

tore through the air, flying

It was as though he knew where they would land ahead of time and had already

for even the smallest improvement, but those were individuals without Leonel's ability.

isn't good. This is Leonel's first battle, what is he

asked with a bit of

but they had been dropped into this battle right after a long day of trekking to this location. On top of that, Leonel probably didn't know due to his

adrenalin and nerves made one exceptionally tight, making them use more strength than they needed to. Battles of this

thought Leonel was being hot headed, even Lionus believed so. But… for some reason Lionus felt that Leonel just might give

the battlefield. He watched as a man with two long swords tore a path on a war horse. His killing speed was even several levels beyond Leonel. Though, his opponents

times… Is this a good or

thoughts didn't seem to have a thread that connected them. Thinking this while looking