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.

…

voice rang in the cockpit, his

barked, every shell that fired, every life his 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

the wall will only allow two tanks through at once. Should we pause the charge and make a larger

locked

collapsed on their destroyed foundations. It splintered down at

recovered and were pouring through that hole. Those that couldn't fit through took advantage of the crumbling imperfections of the wall as grips to climb up and

was slowly

two vanguard tanks through and

Plan B2.

was too difficult to predict the result of their explosion, there were too many variables despite the fact they had simulated it many times. Plan

open the Gates from the inside. By now, it should be impossible for The Empire's soldiers to still be manning the Gates.

orders were

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 threat level couldn't even hope to damage them. Maybe only an SSS-grade threat would even be able

earned over the years were poured into them, forming a

to move out. With her ability and pre-Metamorphosis expertise, she was

Gates will be

eyes, Joseph deserved to

"Forward!"

that someone would actually stand forward to stop them at this time.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

stood before a horde of charging Invalids and

rising flames and the rushing blood, he stood out like a blinding light

"STOP!"

have been so resounding. Yet, even beyond the sealed defenses of the