Dimensional Descent

A shocked hush came over the battlefield.

It wasn't that it was truly quiet. The clash of weapons, the cry of men, the stomping of hooves — they were all still there. However, there was a hard to describe stillness to the atmosphere.

Leonel was deep within enemy territory, standing all alone. It should have been a dangerous situation. He should have been scratching and clawing just to keep his own life. Yet, the truth was that he stood all alone, the surrounding space around him littered with corpses.

A deep breath sunk into Leonel's lungs. He felt his Force Nodes throbbing, recovering his stamina at unimaginable speeds. His stamina was already frightening after activating his Nodes, he could only imagine what level it would reach once he formed his ninth and tenth.

BANG!

The ground Leonel stood on heavily shook. He looked up calmly from his thoughts to find the massive Minotaur Demon Lord standing before him, his bloodied ax leaving a massive fissure in the ground.

In the distance, Lancelot frowned. He was still a distance from Leonel, there was nothing he could do about this.

For one, Leonel had rushed forward first. Secondly, Lancelot couldn't be as free spirited as Leonel, he had an army to lead. If he broke free and charged forward alone, it wouldn't have been impossible to already catch up with Leonel. However, as things stood now, it was impossible for him to abandon his men for one Leonel.

At the same time, he was still greatly worried. Leonel was a great talent, it would be a massive blow to Camelot if he were to fall here.

Though Leonel had been chopping down Demon Generals like weeds, it had to be said that Demon Lords had an average strength just marginally below that of the Knights of the Round table and the Magi of Camelot.

This was just their average strength. The top echelon of them didn't lose out to the best Camelot had to offer by much at all. In fact, aside from King Arthur, the top three Knights of the Round Table and Pope Margrave, they were stronger than anything Camelot had to offer.

Lancelot knew the three Demon Lords that had come this time. Though their abilities weren't so exaggerated, they weren't the worst of the Demon Lords either. They could be ranked within the middle echelons of the Demon Army. That was enough to be as strong as some of the weaker Magi and Knights of the Round Table.

The minotaur that just landed before Leonel was Demon Lord Gorgo. He was ranked 26th amongst the Demon Lords and had astounding power. How could Lancelot not be worried.

"Little baby boy, I've never met someone as eager to die as you."

Leonel didn't respond. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but rather that he couldn't hear Gorgo's words at all.

felt as though a waterfall was crashing through his body,

know fear, he looked up at the minotaur that stood almost a full meter taller than him,

to reveal two neat rows of pearly white teeth. They were so clear that Leonel could have even seen his

I don't like that look in your eyes, little baby boy. Why don't I gouge

compared to Leonel's own, it didn't seem to lose out in the

intent. Leonel's own was nothing but an intense will toward competition. While it seemed Gorgo's matched Leonel's, this was only because of its sinister attribute. It made it more memorable. This was compared

was like comparing two dishes. One might have a

didn't seem to realize any of this. In his mind, this was only right. How could his own aura lose out to this baby

battle ax reached

narrowed, sweeping one of his feet backward to

SHUU!

It tore about the wind and left a whistling streak of air

thump. Countless calculations streamed through his mind. In the end, he found that

actually cut off all paths of retreat. It felt like the blade was a void, sucking everything

that there weren't creatures

Leonel poured everything he had into his

"[Reinforce]. [Harden]. [Earthen Armor]."

coalescing into scales of earth that formed a metallic sheen of armor around his arm and

his

stabbed upward, meeting the descending ax without the slightest hint

hands. But, meeting him

BANG!

knees bending under the strain

BANG!

of the small delay

SNAP!

it snapped in two, one of its halves rebounding