Dimensional Descent

"Jejejejeje… I've never understood humans, always doing such brainless things."

Maugrier was a bit stunned when he noticed Leonel running back toward him. He had suffered no small loss at Leonel's hands just earlier, he had even felt the scent of death. If it wasn't because this boy was too inexperienced in combat, failing to take proper account of their combat environment, he would have died here.

But, he could have never expected that Leonel would come rushing back after he was prepared. He had been gloomy previously, thinking that he would have long since lost track of Leonel. But it seemed like he would have his chance at revenge after all.

"Wall."

When Maugrier realized that Leonel hadn't even paused his steps, he grew serious. He had no intention of facing up against Leonel directly.

One shouldn't mistake Maugrier's reaction as fear… After all, he was an archer. It was only normal that Leonel would be able to force him to suffer a loss in close combat. Now that he was prepared, he could almost already see Lenoel's corpse!

What this #62 ranked Demon Lord didn't know that while he saw Leonel as easy prey, Leonel saw him as a fighting dummy, ready to help refine his skills.

While others could only see shadows in this place, Leonel saw everything reflected into his mind perfectly. He could see the shadow-like Maugrier sneakily drawing his bow, he could see the vanguard of shield warriors blocking his path, he could even see the dark insects crawling along the ground.

Nothing escaped his notice.

Leonel's Force bloomed.

BANG!

Seven shield warriors stood shoulder to shoulder, slamming their tower shields into the ground and blocking Leonel's path forward. At this moment, it became clear that Maugrier didn't care about the other escaping warriors. Killing one Leonel was worth far more than killing a thousand such knights.

Leonel's memories flashed.

blond hair that whisked along his face and jaw like the mane of a

causing the earth to quake. His heavy spear bent beneath the weight of its own blade, making

aura of the man. Even if he stood against an army of thousand alone, he would face it with a jovial

laughed, the clouds dispersed. When

the image of the man in his mind fusing into one. The crackling booms of his tendons reverberated

BOOM!

spear drew a line in the air. For a moment,

woman, this pierce was indomitable. It was as though it would sheer through any obstacle before it, not even pausing before the

into the

canon ball or punched by a

in pain as he felt the arm supporting his tower shield bend against the distorted metal. It was as though his arm

amidst the shield warriors as their fellow soldier was sent flying. Like a bullet leaving a barrel, he tore through the night air,

to loose three arrows in quick succession when he saw that the

Leonel feared the least were projectiles with predictable trajectories. The battlefield reflected in his mind. Before Maugrier even released the

a ghost, Leonel shifted away with simple

most beautiful, she had a charm that gripped the hearts of men. But, she also held a spear that took the hearts of

was so blinding that the last thing her enemies sensed before their death wasn't pain, nor the sight of her figure, but rather the fragrance of her fluttering

smell of apple. It assaulted Leonel's senses again and again as

as a feather and as flexible as a whip. She reaped lives with a thought

dodged the last spear. For an instant, it seemed as though he