Dimensional Descent

Screams. Blood. Carnage.

As many things as Leonel had seen in the past year, he still wasn't ready for this. The genocide modern technology wrought was far beyond his imagination.

With his senses, every instance of fear, every tear that was shed, every heart that ceased beating… It was all in his range to feel, see and grasp.

However, the Slayer Legion tanks continued to roll forward, the inner city of the Fort remained unmoved, the Invalids never stopped.

Leonel had already moved before he could even register his own thoughts. He faintly heard the voices of his teammates screaming for him to come back. What could a single man do against such an army? As powerful as he had become, it most definitely wasn't enough to cover the sky with a single hand. What could he possibly hope to accomplish?

But, he moved anyway.

That said… He didn't move alone. The little mink, seemingly sensing his agitation, jumped forward, skipping across the air.

Aina stood, her steps pausing for a moment.

"You all stay here. You're not strong enough."

Her words were simple and plain. Her gaze carried the same look she had when she took Conrad's life. A cold, silent indifference.

Leonel's teammates gripped their fists, but they didn't move in the end. They knew that Aina's words were true. If they moved now, they would only get in the way.

Wielding her great sword, Aina launched herself from the side of the collapsed building.

…

cold voice rang in the cockpit, his gaze growing colder

actions reaped seemed to make him more and more detached. Eventually, he felt like a bird observing things from the skies, a passerby in history that didn't have anything to do with what was

Damian spoke, huffing and puffing from his previous exertion, "The gap in the wall will only allow two tanks through at once. Should we pause the charge and make

locked

had collapsed on their destroyed foundations. It splintered down at that point, creating

couldn't fit through took advantage of the crumbling imperfections of the wall as grips to climb

slowly becoming completely

tanks through and execute Plan

Plan B2.

were too many variables despite the fact they had simulated it many times.

Empire's soldiers to still be manning the

orders were

the vanguard, a tank with catwoman rolled forward. They trampled over Invalids with impunity. It seemed that any Invalid below the A-grade wasn't even able to dodge their advances while those above that

Joseph's trump cards. All the resources he earned over the years were poured into them, forming a squad of 20

suit as usual. Hearing Joseph's orders, she was already prepared to move out. With her ability and pre-Metamorphosis expertise, she was definitely the most

will

In her eyes, Joseph deserved to be Commander

"Forward!"

them at this time. But, what they couldn't understand all the more was

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

a horde of charging Invalids and a fleet of rolling

billowing smoke, the rising flames and the rushing blood, he

"STOP!"

roar of a single person shouldn't have been so resounding. Yet, even beyond the sealed defenses of the inner city, it resonated, shaking the earth, the walls and