Dimensional Descent

Leonel breathed heavily, sweeping over the enemies before him with an expressionless gaze.

Though he seemed to be in a bad situation, Leonel didn't feel like it was so. After all, all of his enemies were before him. He hadn't been surrounded and still had a lane to retreat.

Leonel's gaze landed on Lamorak, measuring him up and down. He didn't bother to speak any words as there was nothing he could say that could change the current situation.

In a lot of ways, Lamorak and Big Buddha were incredibly similar. They were both die hard supporters of their own individual ideals – one for the Slayer Legion and the other for Camelot. To them, the moment Leonel challenged their bottom lines, he was already deemed to be an enemy of theirs.

To people like them, things were only in black and white. And, even if they were aware that there might be a region of gray, they would rather stamp any instances of it to protect themselves from having to challenge their own ideals.

Leonel didn't feel like wasting his breath on people like this. Lamorak was already willing to go all out to kill him. But, the moment he saw the little mink in action, he felt as though all of his previous preconceptions were validated. This only made his fervor all the more great.

Lamorak would never consider what he would have done had the little mink not been on Leonel's side. He was simply a hypocrite, the kind of person who only sought to confirm their own biases while ignoring all else.

If Lamorak was any sort of objective, he would be considering why it was that a young man who could wield the Light Element would choose to side with a Dark Elemental creature. Logically, things shouldn't be as simple as they seem. But, would such a fanatic consider such a thing? And, even if they did, how seriously would they take it?

Seeing Leonel's lack of a response to his grand entrance, Lamorak could only admit within his heart that he felt somewhat stifled.

"Surround him!"

shot backward, completely ignoring the advantage he had over the two Demon Lords. What good were slaughter points to the

round that slaughter points could be stolen upon death. He had no desire for his hard work to benefit someone else,

he willed it to be so, didn't mean that his body would function as he wanted. He was in a state of

his body was still ample and could be slowly converted

where there was good, there was

ability. Without it, his calculative abilities took a massive dip, his Dreamscape became useless and his

judgement and reflexes were impaired. Before, Leonel's coordination and reflexes used to be strengths of his stats, but now, they had

pursuers. He still had several contingency plans to use, he just had to make it to them. But, he was completely

appearing before a charging human of Camelot

though he saw his life flash before his eyes.

but Leonel was even

to land on the thigh of an unassuming mage who cried out in pain. However, Leonel was still

to get used to the recoil of 15th century guns within the Mayan Tomb Zone, he couldn't remember the last time

was such a shock to Leoenl that he almost paused his steps,

was at that moment Leonel realized that the drain of his Spirit Pressure affected far more than he thought it

'This is bad…'

it was simply normal if a bowman missed once in a while, not to mention the fact that Leonel's arrow had still technically hit a target. But, Leonel knew that if he stayed

"Mages!" Lamorak coldly commanded.

had waited here all this time. How could he not

as a General. The importance of a General Star to Camelot just might be greater than a Three Star Magus despite the fact there was more