Dimensional Descent

Aliard and those with him wanted to charge toward Leonel, but they were hesitant to do so. Though they had previously looked down on Leonel, this didn't mean that they thought they could defeat Leonel in a few exchanges. They knew that they would have to at least put forward a small effort.

The root cause of their confidence was their larger number of quality experts. Whether it was Peirce, Margrave or Aliard, they could all battle King Arthur and had better than 50% odds in defeating him. This was without even counting any other trump cards they may or may not have.

However, if they charged for Leonel now, they would become embroiled in battle. By then, the beast tide would definitely be upon them. They weren't naïve enough to believe that Leonel would summon these beasts without the ability to control them and they could see that it was most likely related to the golden rod in his hands.

At that point, they would have to battle not only Leonel, but an endless swarm of beasts.

Could it be that they would really fall just like this?

Aliard stood opposing the growing group by Leonel's side. Just moments ago, one could have never expected to see such a sight. Not only were there humans by Leonel's side, but even the #1 Demon Lord, Crakos and a few others of his side had converged.

These demons had fully expected Leonel to reject them, yet he said nothing.

When the beast tide reached them, the immediate area around Leonel became a safe haven. As though the land around them was sacred to the point even mindless beasts didn't dare to step on it, the swarm took a curved path around them charging toward the group of three men.

Pope Margrave, Peirce and Aliard stood in an inverted triangle position, protecting Aliard to their backs. Solemn expressions coated each one of their faces.

Individually, these beasts were nothing to them. But when they came in swarms like this, just how long would they be able to last?

But they had to. Their goal had been planned out for too long. If they failed here, the consequences would be unimaginable. They couldn't afford to bear them.

Peirce twin blades were like twin scythes, leaving blurred images beneath the rain as trails of crimson blood followed their every movement.

Pope Margrave held his cross to his chest, chanting solemnly with his eyes fluttering close. A barrier of light enveloped Peirce and Aliard, replenishing their stamina with each passing moment.

popping across his forehead. Every time a surge of Spirit Pressure came from him, another beast seemed to be ripped from Leonel's control, crashing into the others and starting

from him. In fact, Leonel hardly resisted against it. Without a medium like the golden staff, it took Aliard far more effort and stamina to succeed. Leonel was happy to let him do it, it only meant that this battle would end all the

that his stamina would run out first. But... was there such a good thing in the world? Unless he was pushed to dire straits, Leonel would never make the mistake of running out of stamina

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of Camelot was raging, Leonel didn't have the mind to

why it was the dictionary hadn't answered his question and

this time, Earth was undergoing

it was responsible for some of the most important constants of Earth. It could influence the atmosphere, the tides and even Earth's

to form? What would happen to

fully formed

it completely receded. On

currents of hot and cold winds to form through the atmosphere. The

now, it was almost impossible to see

changes to climate should have occurred over centuries, millennia, even. Yet, in this new world order,

and Zones as possible, all so

that moment, Emperor Fawkes stood within Earth's central palace. His hands were clasped behind his back, his flowing white hair

massive change was coming even sooner than he anticipated. But, he wasn't sure of what this could mean for

...

he did, there was nothing he could do

into a corner and seemingly so easily, at that, he still

earned this victory. He knew that there was a limit to how powerful those of higher Dimensions

matter how hard he tried. A Unique Zone... shouldn't be this

he was protecting. Leonel didn't seem to react to this change. In fact, even Arthur and Mordred

person exceptionally good at hiding their intentions, but they had been standing near Leonel from start to