Dimensional Descent

Leonel took a deep breath.

He managed to kill a Demon Lord without invoking his Metal Synergy Runes. This could be considered improvement, but he still wasn't happy with this result. He felt that dealing with Maugrier wouldn't have been a problem for him even half a month ago.

'I'm learning all these spear techniques, but chaining them together well is too difficult… I need a new direction…'

After steadying his breathing, Leonel looked up to find the remaining demons inching away from him. It was clear that if they weren't worried that Leonel would stab them in the back, they would have long since turn and run. They were all veteran warriors. They knew that with such a large disparity in strength, and especially since Leonel was a mage, they'd be finished unless they banded together.

However, what they never expected was for Leonel to do nothing to them. Even up until the point the first of them ran away, he didn't lift a single finger.

In Leonel's mind, he didn't benefit entering such a battle. Without a leader, these demons wouldn't be able to organize themselves to continue the chase. At best, they'd be able to regroup with another Demon Lord. But, by then, Sir Peirce would be in position and things would become much easier.

Instead of putting his life on the line fighting so many enemies alone, it was best to take advantage of their fear and allow them to run away. Leonel wasn't an invincible god. Fighting almost 50 opponents by himself was far too difficult.

Though he had feats beyond this in the France Zone, it had to be remembered that those were normal humans without special abilities. Leonel wouldn't play with his life like that in this place.

Leonel bent forward, picking up the bow Maugrier had dropped.

"Oh…?"

Leonel was stunned.

Leonel of polished stainless steel. However, it was

shocked Leonel. What truly caused him to pause was just how heavy the bow was. It weighed at least 50 pounds, and that was already

of the reason Maugrier was able to shoot and reload so quickly was because he didn't pull

in his mind. He clearly remembered that the cloaked Demon

he had the time, he realized that the only explanation for this must be because this bow was

part of the reason why his Gene Assessment had set him as a star quarterback. He was very good at reading a target's intentions and pinpointing a throw in

chose an atlatl as his first ranged weapon was because the

used them in battle anymore. It couldn't be helped, they were at most C or B-grade treasures to begin with and he didn't like having to constantly

and arrow before.

he could throw something. Though it sacrificed a bit of flexibility as a result, judging by

if I can't take it out of this Zone, since I'll be here for such a long period of time anyway it'll still be of

his spear

"Ah…!"

that moment that had

was this bowstring so

strength to pull that it exerts too much strain on my fingers… but if that's the case, how did such a weak Demon

and checked his hands. Soon, he