Dimensional Descent

Chapter 769 - Why.

A pillar of golden light descended from the skies and seemed to blind the entirety of the battlefield.

Normand's roars shook the Capital, his conviction splitting the clouds in the sky apart and causing a fissure that divided the two opposing forces.

When he reappeared, it seemed as though he had been completely reformed. His body was flooded with a white gold light, making it look as though he was wearing robes. His golden hair had been completely cleansed and his emerald eyes shone like two true gems. As though his form had become ethereal, he seemed as light as a wisp of smoke and as fleeting as a fragrance in the wind.

Then, he moved.

Leonel's pupils constricted. He circulated [Golden Feather Step], causing two massive wings to appear toward his back. Their white gold appearance was no less dazzling, especially as each feather became more and more defined.

However, they had hardly formed when Normand had already appeared before him. It was as though it had only taken him a single flicker, a small twitch of the muscle, a minute intention, for him to suddenly cross a distance of hundreds of meters.

Like a streaking light, his sword struck forward, its speed so fast and its pattern so all encompassing that a singular thin blade almost formed a curtain all to its own.

Leonel frowned. '[Grand Bell Construct].'

DING! DING! DING! DING!

bell appeared before Leonel, his casting speed having reached ungodly levels. However, before he could take advantage of the spell's construction

blink of an eye, Normand's sword lights doubled. In an instant, [Grand Bell Construct]'s defensive limit was reached and a rain of piercing swords surged

his spear, Leonel accelerated backward, a single flap of his enormous

pressed his advantage. It seemed to take not a single ounce of effort to keep up, his body

tried. But, his Internal Sight could see Normand's face almost as clearly as

second was so fierce that it drew blood, causing crimson to drip down his chin and be whipped away by the wind. The last sparkled beneath the golden light, carrying a beauty with it that it had no

Leonel's jaw set.

being did not want to kill this man. Anyone with even the slightest shred of sympathy wouldn't

just met today. It was a

wasn't worth how many he would sacrifice by taking such a route. Wasn't that how he had dictated his life until this point? The reason he hated killing so much was because he

hand believe that. Then, on the other, feel so

a wounded beast. His shout spread

The blood that fell from his eyes, how his bulging thighs tore streaks of flesh away from his legs… He could even sense his heart pumping past its limits, causing micro tears to

all out. He was going beyond his

To kill Leonel.

to silence the entire battlefield.

feet or the shouts of his men.

his eyes, the flow of his blood reaching

to make come with such a dull pain? Why did he live in a world where he had to make

even Normand's blazing speed seemed as slow to a snail's crawl. He felt that he