Dimensional Descent

Leonel steadied his breathing, his gaze narrowing.

Had he been just a bit slower, he would have been forced to take on an attack from the front and the back simultaneously. Taking on such an attack from two such powerful individuals would be like asking for death.

At the same time that Leonel was steadying his quickly beating heart, the two Demon Lords were looking toward him with exceptionally serious expressions. They didn't know if Leonel had lucked out or if he had seen through their plan in such dire straits, but if it was the latter... it was simply too monstrous.

There weren't many who could remain calm in the midst of battle. But, remaining calm and analyzing the situation so quickly was something straight out of a fantasy novel. There were those who could make appropriate actions like Leonel's on instinct honed through countless years of battle. But... Leonel was simply too young to have cultivated a battle sense of that level.

The little mink grew restless seeing these two. These were the same two demons that had been bullying Leonel during the third trial. The moment the little guy recognized them, he bared his little fangs, growling. Though, due to his small size, Little Blackstar's growling sounded more like the purring of a kitten than the prowling call of a predator.

'Alright, alright little guy.'

Leonel smiled, somehow feeling more at ease after seeing Blackstar's antics.

"Yip! Yip!"

Leonel's gaze became more serious as he looked back toward the two Demon Lords.

'No, let me fight them on my own for now...'

A small circle of wind surged around Leonel, his eyes becoming somewhat dull.

Since he began these trials, he had yet to get a chance to test his own hypotheses. He originally wanted to see if it was feasible to use his Dreamscape in place of his battle sense. What better opportunity was there than now?

As his gaze became dull, the entire battlefield was projected into his Dream World. A replica of himself stood, as did one of both Umred and Cralis.

broken down into numbers and percentages. They flickered by his eyes like the words on a screen, his mind becoming faster and faster with

no idea where it was coming from. Did this boy get help? But

two could truly understand what was happening,

was just a simple arrow, but Umred felt stifled. The step he had planned to take was suddenly cut off. He had no choice but to change his tactics midway, but the result was a

only hurriedly block with his two axes in

watched this happened with an incredulous gaze. At first, he thought that Leonel and Umred were teaming up to put a show. Could it be

definitely didn't put such an action past the #2 Demon Lord. After all, they were demons. Plotting, scheming, and backstabbing one another could be considered just another event of

in the next instant, he realized that it wasn't Umred scheming against him at all. He couldn't understand how a single

no complexity, there was hardly even any

roared, swinging down his broad sword with all his might. But, due to the fact Leonel had shot through his collarbone

long since unlocked the Silver Skill 'Superior Quick Fire' which cut his reload

ungraded to the Silver Quiver. His quiver could now hold 50 arrows and it could respawn 2 arrows every 20 seconds. In

expect 'Random Reload' to activate 2-3 times every 20 seconds. This essentially meant that Leonel could expect 5 extra arrows

and calculations spun by Leonel's mind, but they neither uplifted his mood, nor diminished it. His entire focus was

the bow in his hands being

Demon Lords lost the initiative, it was like they could never gain it back. Leonel seemed to perfectly

that

PENG!

with his great sword, only to find he couldn't step as far back as he thought he could. All this time,

awkwardly blocked with his great sword, unable to get as much leverage as he

arrow skimmed off the side of Cralis' sword, changing its trajectory and appearing before Umred in

last attack. It could be said that the only reason he survived until now was

tried to block with his two axes but it was to no avail. He had never regretted choosing two such heavy weapons in his life. It had always been

PCCHUU!

chest, lodging into one of his beating hearts. Even though he had two, they were both reliant on his each other. With how large his body was, it was simply impossible to