Dimensional Descent

The Demon Generals immediately realized that something was wrong. But, by then, it was already too late. Aside from one that had bat-like wings, allowing her to soar into the skies and escape, the remaining 16 found themselves trapped.

The cracked, grey lands of the battlefield suddenly became a land of soft, muddy earth. Their bodies sunk down to their ankles, slowing their movement speeds by several levels. Yet, Leonel remained completely unaffected.

The immediate reaction of the Demon Generals was to use Force to tread on the marshland just like they would on water. It was a seemingly easy solution that was right before them. As battle hardened veterans, they had of course put their lives on the line countless times before. How could they not react quickly to such a dangerous situation?

However, dreams were great while reality was cruel. This might have looked like a normal marshland, but if it was truly so easy to escape… how could it be worthy of being a One Star Magus Art?

"Shit! I can't escape!"

A large man with fur covered skin and two large canine teeth that hung out from his mouth snarled. His square face distorted in fury. It was clear that he wasn't very intelligent, because seeing that he was having trouble gathering Force to the soles of his feet, his solution was to forcefully use more.

The more intelligent of the Demon Generals paled in despair. They realized now what was happening. This [Grand Marshlands] had a secondary function of acting like a sponge to Force. No matter how hard they tried to gather Force, it would be useless. In fact, if they acted like the square-faced fool, they would only deplete their reserves quicker.

By this point, the Demon Generals were feeling incomparably aggrieved. Such a large crowd control spell should have taken a normal Earth Mage at least ten seconds to cast even if they were very efficient in using it. However, not only did Leonel take less than three, but the range was almost 50 meters, easily double what a normal mage should have been able to accomplish.

Leonel didn't even spare these Demon Generals a glance. He looked up into the skies toward the female demon with bat wings. His left palm flipped over, revealing a long barreled pistol with a harpoon fitted to it.

BANG!

tried to swerve in the air, but the result was her wing being torn apart. She could only watch on in horror as she crashed into the marshlands below. She regretted not flying away at

before the raging square-faced

you to a

above his head, already picturing the scene of Leonel being smashed

realized that he was suddenly feeling light headed. Why did he feel so weak

through his throat. He looked down in disbelief to find Leonel spear being pulled out of his body. Even as the life faded from within him, he didn't realize that he only felt so weak due to his

even a moment. The latter was still sprawled on the damp ground. Though it had

from the

flickered around the battlefield. Whether it was the Demon Generals or their subordinates that happened to get caught in the range of his spear,

"RUN!"

was nothing more than a god of death. It felt like he was looking at them as though they were just numbers on a sheet, a tally to

Earth Spell Leonel cast carried a variance to it due to his mutated Spirit Pressure affinity. This variance was related to his Metal Synergy Lineage Factor.

for an ability like [Grand Marshlands] or [Mud Pit]. However… When it came to defense and attacking Earth Mage Arts, Leonel's could be

that got a

"[Harden]."

winds whipped around Leonel. To use [Harden] on such a large scale was completely different than using it like he had previously

had already sunk down to the shins. And now… they

like a fluttering leaf dripping with blood. Every place he stopped would suddenly bloom a flower of crimson, reaping the life of