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.

…

the

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 with what was happening before

huffing and puffing from his previous exertion, "The gap in the wall will only

locked

splintered down at that point, creating a semi-triangular passageway nearby where the

Invalids had already 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

city was slowly becoming completely

through and execute

Plan B2.

of their explosion, there were too many variables despite the fact they had simulated it many

it should be impossible for The Empire's soldiers to still be manning the Gates. And, even if

were

able to dodge their advances while those above that threat level couldn't even hope to damage them. Maybe only an SSS-grade

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

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

Commander, those Gates will be opened within

care about military law. In her eyes, Joseph deserved to be Commander so she

"Forward!"

that someone would actually stand forward to stop them at this time. But, what they couldn't understand

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

of charging Invalids and a

rushing blood, he

"STOP!"

been so resounding. Yet, even beyond the sealed