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.

…

in the cockpit, his gaze growing colder and

he 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

huffing and puffing from his previous exertion, "The gap in the wall will only allow two tanks through at once.

gaze locked onto the path

It splintered down at that point, creating a

fit through took

slowly

through and

Plan B2.

to predict the result of their explosion, there were too many variables despite the fact they had simulated

Empire's soldiers to still be manning the Gates. And,

were relayed

Invalid below the A-grade wasn't even able to dodge their advances while those above that threat

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

Joseph's orders, she was already prepared to move out. With her ability and pre-Metamorphosis expertise, she was definitely

worries Commander, those Gates will

Joseph deserved to be Commander so she called

"Forward!"

to stop them at this time. But, what they couldn't understand all the more was that it was just a single young

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

and

and the rushing blood, he stood out like

"STOP!"

resounding. Yet, even beyond the sealed defenses of the inner city, it resonated, shaking the